The Way to War is Through Fire. [Kell]

[Slade Xandir]

Light steps and even timing landed a perfect parry to Warvanus' thrust for his skull. It kept him both within the box and within his opponent's own circle. Even without using a slash from burning blades, Blood flexed sabers all over, utilizing every aspect of the weapon. Just as an animal would punch out, or claw, he used the butt of the saber as a blunt object, the fangs on the hilt to try and carve the Acolyte, or the heat of the plasma weapon to sear the man. Blood wasn't giving the fight his all, but a considerable amount of his energy was invested, enough to bleed most, dry.

Warvanus executed enough between him where he would either turn up the heat, firing several Force attacks at him, testing and teasing anything and everything the Raven Pelt had to offer. Once he felt his guard slipping up on his own mind, so much Force directed towards driving his instincts and keeping him alive, Blood snaked in with words, words which began paining pictures.

"Now if you visited me more, Warvanus, we could have had such majesty over plenty. There are plans I have, plans underway, plans you haven't been able to taste, simply because you do not visit..."

Blood pulled across himself a summoning, a scene of a planet laying perfectly sacked on one side, ruin being brought by the Red Cauldron's own forces, expanding the might of them all. However, at the head of the troop were Warvanus, leading masses of soldiers who slew chaos and ravage across those who stood against the might of the Moraband. It was glory, Warvanus bringing legend to the field, blood and carnage laying in his wake, while others who didn't want to end up like their comrades surrendered to him. On knees they fell, directly before the proud and fierce Warvanus.

The scene stayed perfectly seized on this moment, long enough for the pied piper to bring an overhanded skewer for the Acolyte's jugular.

[Kell Sangros]

Begin Part 2 of Advanced Lightsaber Combat

He knew that the strike would be blocked; he would not have been a good Sith Lord if Warvanus could have scored a hit on him with a maneuver like the one he performed. He had let go of conscious thought and let the Force guide his technique. He blocked strike after strike that Lord Blood delivered. Some he had dodged but the last one he dodged the fang part of his hilt caught Warvanus across the forearm. Blood started to escape the wound. It was clear that his skill was improving he was still alive. He had attempted to go back on the offensive but Blood’s offensive was too much and he caught another gash from the fang hilt of his lightsabers. This one was on his bicep. Another swipe aimed at him caused him to duck off to the side while swinging his lightsaber at the knee. When he was on his feet he clashed once more with Lord Blood, left , right , left, high , low all strikes he deflected with increasing speed. He would not have been able to pull this off only a month ago. The lightsaber’s grip felt more natural in his hands too so that was part of it. That an experience.

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He took the pain from his wounds he did not cry out. He relished the pain brought it into himself. Transforming it into white hot fury, and suddenly he felt more focused , stronger even. He jumped back only to find himself being attacked with fire once again. He was ready He took the energy from the firey attacks and channeled the energy , it engulfed him but it did not burn him. It was then that Lord Blood tried to mess with his head. He was running off his anger now, using a gesture with his hand pushing forward the energy dissipated . (Absorb/dissapae energy) This time he was unburnt. He resolved to strengthen the mental shield he had in place. Images flickered in his mind but as he continued to defend himself he pushed the images from his mind. He was strong willed, he would not be manipulated in such a way.

“What you try to show me is the future, but this won’t be given , I will claim it myself” He said through clenched teeth he was doing all he can to push the images and words from his mind only fueling his anger.

But now he was being attacked on two fronts and he had to show that he could be successful in defending and shielding himself on both fronts. He would not betray his Master, not until he was strong enough to challenge him, which was the way of their order. That could take years. Warvanus can wait. His danger sense pricked and at the last possible moment he side stepped dodging the attack to his jugular as well as bringing his training saber up to block the attack

“You will not manipulate me” he growled.

[Slade Xandir]

'Impressive', Blood thought to himself. Just a bit.
And through the trial of time and treading of traded blows, they continued their spar, strikes of both fire and saber melding into a dance that only the experienced to walk away from.

'I paced around for hours on empty, I jump at the slightest of sounds...'
'I couldn't stand the person inside me, I turned all the mirrors around...'

Blood had missed a number in his regimen, too eager to land a strike that was not meant to be, and almost as if Kell had caught it, the training saber of his, the annoying and common holiday red blade seared a path across his left hand's knuckles. The zing of the burn woke up something severe in Blood, who flipped a switch he hadn't meant. Telekinesis flew from his pained grasp proceeding to hold the tip of Warvanus' blade aloft, where his right hand riposted and deactivated the blade in their crossing.
This could have been it, the moment he could behead and be done with Warvanus and his useless antics.
IT could have been IT.
But he was not useless...
And he belonged to Tormentous.

Blood turned from the less-defended opponent, a viper of fire slithering and coiling between he and War. It was over, and War had actually proven himself worthwhile.
The Sith Lord took the satchel he had hidden earlier in the room, picking it up from the floor and lifting it with telekinesis, only to toss it over the viper and into the possession of the Acolyte. A dark garnet velvet drawsack with an embroidered black 'X' on it, outlined in gold thread. Inside it, War would find a diatium power cell, a power field conductor, a power ring vortex, and a inert power insulator.
The bottom half components of a saber, all brand new.

"You have passed my second sparring with you, Warvanus. Take those, and do what you will, with them."

With that, he and his pack departed, and only after they had made some distance from the supply room, did the flaming viper burrow into nonexistence within the steel floor.

[Kell Sangros]

The spar was finished just as fast as it had begun. He powered down the training saber and took the briefcase and opened it and examined the contents, he had nearly everything he needed for his Lightsaber. Only a crystal was needed. He looked up at Lord Blood and nodded his thanks. One thing was certain, every piece of what would become his Lightsaber he earned every single component.

“Thank you M’lord” he said as he examined the components.

He was not expecting this He knew exactly what he was going to do with them in which he knew that time was fast approaching. He had a feeling that this would not be the last time the two of them would cross blades. Afterall you did not truly know someone until you fight them. He knew Blood wasn’t giving his all in the duel, but the question was did Warvanus? In some of it he was pushed to his limits. It was these times that made his power grow because he always learned from his spars. He watched as the pack departed leaving Warvnus to his thoughts.

=Fin=