A Higher State of Existance (Warv, Aeralyss, Blood)

[Kell Sangros]

He watched as the scene unfolded upon him, it was time to teach this Anzati a lesson she will never soon forget. With the mammoth hand of his master lowered it was his signal, Now it was time to unleash his fury. With that Warvanus was unleashed.

A smile formed on his lips, he would reach with the Force *telekinesis* to shove her, and when she was still on the ground he would make his move. He had been a couple steps behind and he leapt into the air lightsaber stabbing in a forward motion, he had aimed for her back as her back was still to him. His use of the Force and his masterful lightsaber combat skills, this supplicant would have to have a miracle to best him. He had let out a guttural roar his features no longer showed anger and hatred and fury , he looked feral, like a wild animal that had been starving for weeks finally unleashed to feed.

The Dark Side rippled with anticipation its power no longer contained, Warvanus would use all the tools at his disposal to teach this whelp a lesson in the Dark Side.

[Aeralyss Detymerande]

Aeralyss yelps loudly as she's shoved with the force, stumbling forwards. As the man leapt through the air, she turned to face him, eyes wide. She talked a large game, but when it came down to actual melee combat, she was next to useless. With a stroke of luck, she was able to dive out of the way of the saber swing, her body clattering down to the ground. She scrambled quickly to her feet, breaking into a full sprint away from the man, screaming in her native tongue for a few moments. After a few moments of running, she skidded to a stop, whipping her head around to face the Sith man, her eyes wild with adrenaline,

"Get away from me with that thing, you kriffing maniac! You'll kriffing kill me!"

She pauses a brief moment, enough to take a large, deep breath to calm slightly before speaking again, her eyes narrow, her words like a hiss,

"Why use that schtako anyway, can't beat me without your magic and light sword? Can't do it with only a sword, and without your crutches?"

She hoped that her belittling words would be enough to even her odds just a bit, her emerald gaze flickering over to the two swords still impaled in the ground where she had stood before, cursing herself for not grabbing them before she was shoved. There was no thought at the time, only instinct ~ after over a hundred years of life, she refused to die here in some odd, cruel show for this dragon-man.

[Kell Sangros]

He approached her slowly and deliberately lightsaber in hand. He said nothing even as she tried to taunt him to goad him, it was futile. He did not believe in honorable combat, honor was afterall for the dead, he had no use for it and this was not even a battle for honor or prestege it was to teach this whelp a lesson.

“You could have been great” he began as he continued his approach. “You should consider yourself fortunate that YOU were sought out by the Sith, you are cold, heartless , a monster, with training you could be the greatest among us, but yet you cower, and you do not know your place, maybe I was wrong about you” He paused he stood still now as if contemplating his next move. They both had the Force though the difference was Warvanus was trained to use it. While Aeralyss had raw untapped talent.

He then called on the Force to pull the two blades that laid stabbed in the ground, one flung towards Aeralyss, not blade first but hilt first. He took the second one by his hand, now he held two weapons, he closed down the lightsaber and clipped it to his side. The simple blade would suffice.

He brandished a swing then turned his attention to his opponent. He waited until Aeralyss had the other blade and then Warvanus went into a flurry he did not use the Force or his lightsaber this was sheer pure skill, skill that he acquired through endless practice and training. He came in high, and then low, then switching his strike to a medium, only to come back in low again. He wondered how this initiate would fare against raw fury and skill. If she survived that is….

[Aeralyss Detymerande]

The woman jumps slightly as the blade is flung towards her, grabbing the hilt just as it passed her. She brandished the sword, feeling its weight in her hand. Her eyes flickered back to her assailant, studying him closely as he approached. Her head cocked to the side innocently as he spoke, a small smile passing her lips, her words passing coolly and calmly from her lips, a seductive undertone among the sentences,

"Oh, sweet, handsome Warvanus, how will I have the chance for greatness if you try and strike me down here? Maybe with your wisdom and guidance, instead of an onslaught, I can still become what you've forseen. Don't sell yo- HEY!"

She squealed as he began swinging, holding her sword in front of her in an attempt to block his blows. She seems to be successful about half the time, but... a slice across her shoulder, a gash on her thigh, a cut on the side of her torso proved that she wasn't too skilled with her weapon. She was so preoccupied with her defense, that she wasn't even able to launch a counterattack. As he kept swinging, she stopped blocking so much and began trying to dodge his attacks, leaping backwards as he swung, out of his reach. The woman ducked backwards, keeping just out of range, eyes locked onto his,

"You know, I'm sure there's a much better way to do this. You and I, we could go and hunt at some colony, fight people it'd be useful to rid yourselves of."

[Kell Sangros]

He kept his attack, he used basic strikes and attacks, afterall he did not want to kill her, he wanted her submission to the will of the Dark Side and to Lord Blood who was watching.

“Your only salvation” he began “is by submission it is the only way, give yourself to Lord Blood, give yourself to the Dark Side” he continued his attack, he had ignored the flattery and her attempt to distract him. She had a better chance with stopping an oncoming freight train at full speed with nothing but her hand to stop it.

She was agile he would give her that, but in the end she would tire. He would not, and even if he did the Force would revitalize him because he had knowledge of such techniques and powers.

He began to move his attack harder and faster now from the spectators if there were any watching would see Warvanus’ techniques at a competant level of mastery. He was indeed the War Bringer, the Lord of War. The First born… he was all these things and more.

[Aeralyss Detymerande]

She made the attempt to block more of his swings, but only received more cuts and gashes along her body. Bits of her clothing were sliced off with each of his swings, littering the ground in bloody piles. After a few moments she leapt backwards, bolting far out of range. She placed her hands on her knees in exhaustion, looking up towards the man, hair splayed all across her face. She made the attempt to offer a small grin anyway, despite the noticeable wince, and the smirk only passed her lips; her eyes were drooped and beaten. She takes a few deep breaths before speaking again, her voice soft and seductive, with undertones of pain and suffering,

"Asking me to submit, Warvanus? So many men, and a few women, have done a far better job at... domination."

Her head tilts towards the draconic man, eyebrows raised,

"And, if I'm to submit to you, shouldn't you be the one dominating me? I'm sure you'd be far more, hmm..."

Her eyes flash across his form, duller than they had been before, but still a beautiful, deep green. She stares for a few silent seconds before finishing her thought, lingering on the word,

"Captivating."

[Kell Sangros]

He snarled at her mocking. “You think this is a game?” his voice full of hatred and venom he pointed the blade in her direction. He was the wrath of the Sith, this whelp had not earned the right to make Lord Blood go into action “Do you realize I could end you easily? Or maybe I should remind you” She appeared to be covered in cuts and he knew she was exhausted and probably close to being spent, the War bringer was just warming up.

He lowered the blade and extended his hand and drew on the Darkside those invisible fingers around her throat and with a push of his will he willed them to squeeze *Force Choke* the more she would struggle and mock the tighter the grip would be. If her neck snapped so be it. She was beginning to be more trouble then she was worth. Sincere whole hearted pledge to the Sith and the Darkside would be her only way to salvation and the end of the onslaught brought on from the War bringer. once that happened then her training would begin her initiation to the Dark Side would commence in earnest.

[Slade Xandir]

Blood watched this all happen before him, front row seats to a clearly losing battle for the hellion. He felt no sympathy for her. He also wouldn't stop his Apprentice from having his way with her. But if that way had to be death, then he would have to draw a line. So far, there was no cease in the Apprentice's pursuit to make this woman kneel, but the wench also countered with her lack of humility. It was clear she was going to meet her end at the hands of the fellow Lord, but she chose to continue her wiles.

As this all continued, Blood's mind flew through with the circumstance into a flurry of logic. Perhaps she refused to submit because she simply wasn't capable of it. Maybe it was in her nature to always be the top of any group, to have her way be the only way followed. To command and oversee as she saw fit. Mayhap it be nature, instinct, a DNA no one could alter, except the tangles of Dark Side Alchemy? Shaking the hypothosis from the forefront of his mind, he dismissed this notion. Anzati could live past hundreds of years, and he could taste the vintage in the aura she beaconed. What was wrong with this dame was simply put- Old dogs can't learn new tricks. However, in the House of the Blood Bound, she would have no other choice but to meet the Void, she prove too difficult to change that old saying. As all pack-oriented species were, once inducted into the pack, they needed to learn their place, and this heathen was no different. Blood wouldn't be too fond of her dying, but if Warvanus could not bring her to heel, then she would certainly be another corpse added to the fertilizers of Sojourn.

Crossing his arms, he watched as she tried yet again to foolishly taunt the Bringer of War, volcanic gold melting within the fiery irises of garnet bearing down on her with an intense stare. He would see to the end of this bout, and with nothing to add, he simply existed in the moment. Watch her fall closer, and closer, to the end of her life's cliff, and teetering to the edge of the Void.

[Aeralyss Detymerande]

Aeralyss' eyes widen, her hands moving up to her collar as he constricts the Force around her throat. She gasps slightly, eyes rolling backwards in frustration. Her legs hung limp, body completely still as she's lifted via the Force. It was almost an amusing sight to see, reminiscent of a cat ceasing movement as it's lifted by its mother. She attempts to speak, her words catching in her throat however. Those bright, emerald eyes start dulling slightly, struggling to maintain consciousness as her brain is deprived of oxygen. She glances over to Blood in desperation, reaching a single, small hand out towards him. On her face she wears the expression of a broken woman, defeated and resigned to her fate, mouthing three words and three words alone, "I forfeit myself."

[Kell Sangros]

The Sith Lord watched as he was denying her air. He did not further tighten the grip but he studied her for a long moment, as she tried to get the words out, when she did the War Bringer had took a sadistic , maybe cruel satisfaction. He did release her from the grip. He took a step closer to the supplicant.

“Do you join your destiny to that of the Order of the Sith Lords” he asked

If she said yes and sensed no duplicity then her initiation into the Sith would be complete and her training in the Dark Side would begin. If no then he would snap her neck, she said she forfeit but he wanted her to say the words it was a rite one that he would see enacted. If she showed disrespect or that sarcsm or anything but being humbled then he would put her back in the grip and it would be tighter than she ever experienced. He hoped it would not come to that, she had a power and with training would be among the greats of their order. Was she the 2nd coming of Naga Sadow? Or maybe Exar Kun back in the physical form? Or was this to be of a caliber that no Sith before her could compare to? Time would tell.

He knew his Master was watching and he was right they would all learn. They would have to tear this woman down, but when they rebuilt her she would be on the other end of this situation with who ever was before her, with the exception of both Warvanus and Lord Blood.

If she relented and said yes, he would release her from his grip and stand down and would let Lord Blood deal with her. This was afterall his domain, his world, and the Dark Lord of the Sith.