The Confrontation: Part 1

[Lord Iezkon]

The Confrontation: Part 2

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The clambering and clashing of blades lit up the morning hue upon the majestic plains, flashes of red and green both fighting for control of dominion over the spectrum, the rain poured, interlinked with swaying of the rain that sputtered across the ground, creating swift puddles that too glimmered with life with the conflict that ensued. The air was humid, both with feel and with scent, for the clashing blades seared the droplets of rain as they darted through the air.Jadie, wielding her blade of green, was on the back-foot, trailing away from the more aggressive opponent as he swung at her from every angle with his twin blades of crimson. Each swing was meaningful, offered emotion, yet was precise. Such was the finesse of a duel between two Echani, both considerate, calculative and patient. The long white locks of the woman swayed aside with her every move, for even though her eyes were blinded, she fought as one that had mastered her balance over years of training, as if she were dancing with her partner.A’tul, his twin blades locked in his loosened grip, trailing forth in the utmost aggression, yet displaying the same finesse as he tutored, or had been tutored. Each swing is subtle, swift and precise. His expression was angered, enraged, but he did not over extend himself in his emotional turmoil, as he knew the balance between emotion and physical representation of his form, a true Master of his creation.Both combatants were evenly matched on an open field, the combinations of defensive and offensive providing an utter display of true beauty in the art of their respective saber forms. But as it is always, no battle can last forever. Within the center of the pair, the blades locked in place, A’tul wielding his in a vibrant ‘X’, pushed into the mid section of his own sister, locked and held in place by her two handed grip upon her green blade.

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“You are weak, sister. It will be soon before you dwindle before my superiority.”

“That may be so, Almir… But for the perfections within your form, I sense unbalance within you. You are both fragile and afraid. I sense the loss, the regret, the hatred.”

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A’tul would snarl, letting out an audible growl of utter anger as Jadie spoke her words, pushing his entire form into her as to break the lock. Jadie, as swift as she engaged, departed from the lock, flourishing her beauty with a twist of her form to one more face the angry and more emotional Echani. As she turned to face the man once more, he had swiftly built up his own momentum, leaping at her from that short distance, thundering downwards in a twin slice, in lieu to a thunderous roar that scattered across the sky. The woman was good, but even she knew she was no match in single bladed combat with the aggressor. As such, she darted aside and extended her freed left hand towards A’tul and let out a burst of kinetic force energy, it rippled through the air and departed the rain droplets in one pulsating motion. The Sith had no defense against such power, and was taken off guard, the kinetic energy sending him tumbling and rolling aside, until he managed to rebalance himself and slide across the floor, utilizing his left handed saber to slow his momentum.

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“I will not fight you, Almir… But I will not die here today.”

“Fight me… Coward!”

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The Sith lifted his blade from the dirt, as well as his form to stand up to the woman, bracing himself as he looked to charge towards her, both blades lifted upwards in an ‘X’ before his form. His aura shimmered a sensation of protection against the force, he pushed his very power into charging as quick as he possibly could. The once light footed Echani became heavy footed in this moment, sacrificing his form, his way of life at a chance to kill- taken over by emotions, he was certainly unbalanced.As soon as he did charge, Jadie closed her eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly. Her form adjusted to twist aside, her left hand pulled backwards across her form, but rippling across her palm, her fingertips, a kinetic fluctuation of power began to manifest. The air grew still around the pair, the splatter of rain stopped for that very moment, the sound of just their heart beats and the breaths that they did take was all that could be heard. The eruption came, from Jadie’s hand pushed the kinetic collaboration of energy, funnelled forth in a channelled pulsation of the force which tore the very fabric of the force before them, roots, leaves, dirt and insects all ripped from the ground and trailed in the might that was the burst of energy. A’tul, mesmerized only briefly by this power was taken from his path, sent back to where he came from, though he did not fumble across the ground, he simply flew through the air in the same momentum as this wave of force energy, until he was apprehended by not one, not two, but three walls of wood- bouncing, smashing, cracking against each pillar of wood that he ventured either through, or off of. The sound of battle stopped, and the white flower within the darkened forest stood tall, looking upon the destruction that she caused, though through the force, she saw the death of that which lived, destroyed by her power. In the end, she saw her brother, perched up against a tree at the very end of the pathway of destruction, breathing, though doing so very heavily. She walked towards him, trailing through the new muddy pathway created and she looked down on him with a raised chin.

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“Fight… Me…”

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A’tul spoke under muttering breaths, his near crimson gaze staring upwards to his sister, blood trailing from both nose and mouth like trickling streams of red. Each breath offered sharp inhales, and raspy exhales. Within his expression, within his eyes, he mustered only hate for the woman that he looked upon, utter detest.

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“I’m sorry, Almir… I only wanted to help you. I only wanted you to know that I always cherished you. I always will.”

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Jadie looked upon him for a moment longer, an expression filled with regret, with sadness. She did not pity him in this moment, only regretted what she had made him. She walked aside, walking past her brother with little remorse to help him or continue the combat. What she needed to do was done, and there was nothing more for her to see. A’tul would let out a pained grunt, pushing his white locks back into the wooden mass behind him, a grit of his teeth followed by an audible hiss. He was defeated.

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(*Post by Sierra/A'tul/Kayla V.*)