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Begin Skillful Lightsaber Combat App

He circled his former Master, mentally he was prepared for this confrontation, had been for a long time. He gathered the Force to himself, that storm of emotions fueling his command of the Dark side. The lightsaber in his hand he was very intimate with, he had constructed it on the Wrath, which was commanded by the former Dread lord Kroxota. He had spent so much time training with it, with and without the Force, dueling with it, and with each session he got better in both victories and defeats he took what he learned from those battles and applied it to his own style and technique in time it became an extension of him. He was proficient in the lightsaber arts.

He unleashed a feral primal scream one filled with hatred, anger, resentment and detest as he charged at his opponent in a fast stride bringing the lightsaber straight out as if in a stabbing motion. The sequences were easier to execute than it had been before, not only easier but he got better, as he tightened his form and became less sloppy in his attacks and movements. Through physical training and practice he now moved faster in his attacks. His lightsaber was a red blur, He was no longer the neophyte novice who held clumsily the training lightsaber. When the attack was blocked, he felt a nudge in the Force, submitting to its whim he spun clock-wise with speed as he brought his lightsaber into a downward arc aiming for the right knee of his former Master the strike was fast and hard as he put his brute strength into the attack as he switched to Juyo, known for its ferocity.

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This was not only a test for the oldest initiate of Blood's, but one for the Dragon Tamer, himself. He was at a time where he needed to be able to prove he was worthy of saber use. He would need to show he was not only able to effectively wield the light weapons as someone of his skill would, but to enhance and master the art itself, along with use of the Force in a cohesive duo of power. He had to maintain his ability within the Force while crossing blades with another, and keep the pair separate by action, but together in intent.

As he listened to Warvanus make his claim, internally Blood felt his relief; Even against Tormentous, War would represent his name. But he had to continue this façade, so that relief he felt was not tremendous enough to shake the Illusion. Instead, Blood flipped the switch of his own power, and internally he relinquished all of his worry to the terrific hunger of the Dark Side. With it, he fed upon his opposition's internal indignation, holding within their bond all the secrets of self renewal. Within their connection, Blood felt the clarity rain over him that he knew would see him reach his goal. He felt the manifestation of Control as it rose within him, flooding his body with adrenaline and excessive power. It spread from his core throughout his limbs and increased his perception, his reflexes and Danger Sense warning of the spear of saber launched directly at his midsection. His parry came to deflect the saber, and as it did, his mind worked to imitate the sounds of saber meeting metal as opposed to more searing hot plasma. It was a conflict of the two mental hemispheres, and they naturally conflicted with each other. However with the forceful flex of his will sought purchase, and the illusion became much more vivid as his 'metallic boots' reacted with purely skilled footwork while dodging the pissed Initiate's advances. Blood not only watched but felt the difficulty grow as Warvanus' own skill began to shine through. Blood felt the timing constraint on seconds before he could be put on the offensive, but as that second came to pass, Blood threw forth his own execution. Knowing he had to keep himself in a strict wrap of the Dark Side while forbidding it from fully controlling and engulfing him, he swapped his defense to Niman, form Vl, easily recognizable as the fighting style Exar Kun overall mastered. This gave his defense a boost and his attacks, though average, gave him ample room to step back and see exactly how much he had to replicate of each move to keep a toned balance both in mind and body. However, with needing to finish this battle without killing the loyal Initiate, Blood swapped his maneuvers to that of Makashi, or form ll.

Swapping forms gave him a bit more advantage in this battle, as his footwork and fluidity increased, and though Tormentous was not an elegant swordsman, he was a wise one. One against one in swordsplay, Makashi reigned supreme as it focused on trapping the opposition in a variety of moves, footwork and base balance almost giving the Dragon King as much as an advantage as a tail would. He was grounded, yet agile, as Tormentous had proven his own style to be, powerful and intensely focused. A defensive spin removed 'Tormentous' from the downward slash meant to disable him from the knee, and again he found balance both in body, and in the momentum it posed in the Force. As he spun, the movements of both he and Tormentous were one, and there was no falter in his poise. What was believed the be the ripple of Tormentous' cape was in fact the ends of a long tail jutting out from the base of Blood's spine. Both flourished as he saw this battle formulate in his mind and carry over the tremendous weight of retelling it through the illustration of a completely different reality.

Another thing he was well aware of was Makashi's concentrated ability of disarming the chosen opponent while avoiding disarming, themself. Allowing that to be the guiding mindset of his, Blood kept his awareness on the brutish bashing of Warvanus' own tactics. As he danced to and from the inner and outer range of the garnet saber, Blood kept his eyes on the hilt of his Initiate's saber. It was more often than not where he had to reestablish his grip on the Illusion, but he managed to catch it within seconds of his concentration of the physics slipping. With every parry and every swiveled pirouette, the Sith kept himself professionally out of the 'Bringer of War's reach for a lethal blow. Blood felt even more of a connection with his blades since they were clasped together, and that made him momentarily wonder why he hadn't chosen a single blade as opposed to dual wielding. Despite his ponder, his heart and head remained in the battle he was currently locked in. And just as effectively, his Illusion did not deter, even as he and Warvanus were locked in a tangle of blades.

The upper recoil of the 'Jidai Maras' and the crashing down of it's own swipe was in his mind as he executed it, the infernal sword screaming through the voices of millions in anguish and unending agony as it hungered to add Warvanus to the horde of damned souls. The metal hissed menacingly as it glanced across the defensive stance of War, and just like that, it retracted back into defense, parrying and blocking as he reserved his body's energy while keeping in tempo his Force's capability. The defense became more and more effortless, and Blood began to find that sweet medium that was reserved just for him between mastering his Force adaptability and mastering his comfortability with using his Sabers. Though he was more used to Jar Kai in stature of dueling, shifting to test alternate forms while maintaining control of his Force power and gauging between how much and how little energy to use, the Sith Lord found himself growing much more confident in his abilities. As he defended against another one of War's brutish slashes, he focused on making a newer approach just to try his abilities further. Maintaining the control over his weapon's sweep to meet the searing red of Warvanus' weapon, his voice came through as that ominous boom of baritones that very few were graced with hearing before they were sentenced to either servitude or death.


"The Lord you follow still resides his heart, mind and body to my will. You follow a pawn, Warvanus...and your tactics of attack show just as much. Another Kroxata who can not forge his own path. He remains aimless, just as your own strikes!" Blood growled in those eclipsed words, the heat of the words steaming through the imaginary rebreather's slitted openings. Blood purposefully insulted the Initiate as to enhance the both of their Dark Side relation. Dun Möch as it was known, and Blood knew well enough the power anger could evoke in the both of them. Warvanus would surely respond as any opponent would, and whether it was through words or actions, Blood found himself setting into the form he felt himself growing most comfortable in through his months of training in it...

Form V, or The Way of the Krayt Dragon. This Form he had reserved for the very final bout of this battle, this test to be the win or loss of his perseverance. This particular sect of djem so was the form he had found most solace in, as finally the energy he had reserved and accumulated between every block and lock of blades with War had been trialed against his ability to endure it all. And after the bide of time, Blood released it all.

Unfurling his weight, he no longer kept himself grounded as a tank would, but he began an immediate assault upon Warvanus in a manner of fury from the retort by the Initiate. Though it was expected, Blood knew well enough how to immerse himself in the heat of the combat in as his perception of reality became comatose. Even more fluid, his mind passively kept the Illusion going as Blood felt himself fall further into the fantasy of how Tormentous would truly have reacted. Majestic and powerful, just as he imagined it, Blood and Tormentous in his mind merged, and Blood almost couldn't tell the difference between he and the Dark One as he fought through the tunnel of inner rage, rage that wasn't even his personally, nor meant for him. He felt the union, and transcended into that harmony of Blade and Force, the unity of all three heads of the Force, Control arcing his limbs and core as voracious lightning would, empowering this body with the ability to crack armor, to break bones, Alteration working as not only his cover but his callous harbinger while he cut through air with a heated vengeance, while he pushed Warvanus more and more into exertion, Sense as he felt not only the heavenous waft of heated air betwixt the two as they combatted each other, but the world as he knew in his heart Tormentous saw, felt, heart, smelled, thought. He was the relic of Tormentous', but he had mastered himself, himself. And at this moment, he felt not as an animal would, but a god. Nothing could step to him and succeed, nothing could strike him down, for his reflexes were perfected, his mind was whole, multitasking, and unbreakable. He was powerful, and without warning, the Sith Lord rose with a leap that promised pain, and proceeded to dominate Warvanus in "The Falling Avalanche" as the 'Jidai Maras' smashed down the Initiate's saber, finishing this duel, and bringing the Lone Wolf to a kneel.

Blood had not only persevered as the Form studied and equipped promised he would if used properly, but he found which form he found himself best suited for. The didn't need to be so mobile with one opponent, and as he stuck it out finding that out, he learned and found himself at the peak of performance in the dual of swords. He knew afterwards he would have more practice to address any weaknesses he would find in this form, but overall he was elated he made it through this session without dropping his Illusion, and even more pleased he could use his opponents own internal conflict as his power to sustain the energy used to keep such a Force Power controlled. There was much more to learn from this day forward, but Blood felt himself hit a cap on his knowledge in this field, and it only lead to many more hosted opportunities in the future.


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The more the duel went on the more and more Warvanus surrendered himself to the will of the Darkside. It was guiding his attacks the force being more relied on in his swordsmanship than the physical senses as it had been in the early days of using the light weapon. It was A feat that was the fruit of hours of training and practice, a feat that told his opponent that he was a skilled combatant. He was moving his lightsaber in measured strikes and parries, movements that at one time seemed impossible for him to make or make with any kind of effectiveness, His skill and command of the lightsaber was always growing, in knowledge and experience, both valuable teachers. He always took new knowledge into himself with every duel, and battle he was in.

The spar between his former Master and Apprentice was more like a dance than a fight. The lightsaber feeling natural in his grasp, no longer clumsily or meekly gripped but a true extension of himself, his footing even, his movements fast and strong, he had the lightsaber in both hands as he had unleashed his fury on his former Master, with every single duel he had learned and gained experience. He had committed himself to be proficiently equal in all the forms and recognized his opponents move to Makashi, it caused the brutish Sith to change his own tactics and went from Juyo or Form VII right into Ataru or Form IV. It focused on fast strong attacks. Each swing at Tormentous’ sword he struck with brute strength and a snarl. His form was tight, elegant, swift, and brutal. His attacks and his defense were measured and precise, no flourish movements no brandishing, every strike and block spoke to his opponent, and that message was he was all about business, that his technique was adaptable, that he was comfortable and that he was confident in his skill.

He observed “Tormentous’” movements he was a Master swordsman and the fact that he was not destroyed spoke volumes to the growing evolving skill of his last apprentice. Neither one gained the advantage as the duel continued on as he blocked, parried and in some cases dodged his opponents attacks Warvanus was learning , he had a sense that he was a bit distracted or maybe he was just toying with him, like a predator before killing his victim.

He knew “Tormentous” was getting desperate as he resorted to baiting him, he would not rise to it with words. Though, the ferocity and intensity of his attacks grew even stronger, his attacks faster. He was not like Kroxota, he was not aimless, he was his successor as the time of the Dreadlord had come and gone it was his time now. He would surpass him. Just like Tormentous was no longer the Dark Lord his time too had passed it was Lord Blood’s time, his rule, his leadership which would bring the Sith to glory. Through the Force his fury rose even hotter, making his focus even sharper.

“Tormentous” had switched forms again, He countered by sinking into Form III or Soresu, focused on defense which was all the War bringer could do as he was now strictly on the defensive. With each swing he expertly blocked, with less than a second to block the next attack, the Force flowing through him like a river as it was the only way he could have survived that onslaught. He held his own, until the final move that even though he blocked it put him in a kneeling position. He used his brute strength to rise to his feet while remaining locked on his blade. He brought his blade down low for another attack but he immediately jumped back as the ground in front of him burst into flames.

One thing the Lone Wolf with Cobra like tendencies learned in this duel, was that he had come far however, he still had much to learn. He didn’t realize just how worn out he felt as body conspired against him as weariness and fatigue set in.

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The time had come for the Sith apprentice to develop his combat sense. It was a useful ability and one that for what he was would be critical. It was another stepping stone towards his ultimate goal. Mastery. He had remembered Kroxota using the technique during that spar that felt like it was lifetimes ago. Since then he had studied up on it. He now felt he was strong enough and knowledgeable enough to attempt to wrestle this useful secret from the Force.


He opened himself to the dark side, pouring his anger into it, as if it were an offering to his god. The offering was accepted as he could feel its infinite energy available to him. It threatened to suck him into the void of the Force, and maybe he would allow it. The droid immediately launched into a flurry of front punches, aimed at all heights, without thinking he blocked each one with ease with barely enough time to know what was happening he threw a side kick which it also blocked. He needed to refine the ability to perceive his opponents attacks. He had been practicing for weeks with no success. He though he had felt a nudge from the Force, a familiar ebbing in the back of his mind, he felt the need to dodge right, he did so only to be met with a kick from the sparing droid. He fell to ground coughing trying to reclaim the air back into his lungs. Again, the Force had warned him but he did not perceive it until too late as he was met with a kick to the side. The sith quickly rolled away and got to his feet albeit slowly only to be kicked back down again. When he tried to rise again it came with another kick one that he dodged by rolling, he slowly rose to his feet. He again felt that familiar nudge he went to block a punch only to have it connect to his face. He had blocked with the wrong hand. It had come to the sith that he was mistaking his danger sense from combat sense. It was an epiphany; the kicks that it had delivered only amplified his anger until it was white hot fury.

He poured his fury into the Force, its power filling him, he felt stronger, more focused, its power re-energized him. The anger at the assault from a machine, anger that he still struggled in learning this ability. He would not be duped again. The Dark side rose and took the bait; he was able to push the pain aside, his radioactive yellow eyes staring daggers at the machine. It was then he had noticed the droids subtle change in posture and footing. It was subtle but it was there and he could now see this, as if the Force revealed it to him. He could feel the Force nudge him again confirming his suspicions. It was like something between a whisper and a thought planted into his mind. He had dodged left, and as he dodged the droid stepped forward swinging its right arm in a wide punch, the angle like it was trying to do a sloppy right cross. It lead with its shoulder. It provided an opening in which he struck with a punch to where the shoulder and neck meet. It staggered back simulating the blow, even though there was no damage or pain. The sith felt the nudge again this time he was afforded a brief vision on what was going to happen next, it was going to spin on its heel and go for a roundhouse kick aiming for the Sith’s face. The vision vanished as fast as it was upon him, It had felt like it lasted longer than it actually had, barely a second at best. When he came back to himself the droid did exactly as he had seen, it spun and executed a roundhouse kick. Warvanus was ready and threw a block with his right hand executing the block in a clockwise rotation from six to twelve oclock. The block had deflected the kick successfully. He then felt the ebbing in the back of his mind, it was not warning him of danger. He did not get a vision this time but he surrendered to the Force and as the droid went to attack with a front kick, the Sith threw another block but in a counter clockwise rotation and as he deflected the kick he stepped and threw a punch right at its center. He Tightened his fist before impact. The blow struck true and the droid staggered back.

“Shutdown” he said and at the command the droid shutdown. The spar was over.

Warvanus pondered what had just happened as he came back to himself. Now that the battle over, he was switching mental gears, examining analyzing what had just happened. He had learned much from it At first he had mistaken Danger sense for Combat sense, He knew that danger sense was the Force warning him of potential danger, where as combat sense would help him perceive and anticipate his opponent’s next move. Kind of like a sixth sense Warvanus thought to himself, which led to the blows he suffered from the droid. He would need to practice to better recognize the difference. It was subtle ability but one he would find useful. He would practice, and with practice he would get better at this and as such he would be that much more formidable. He would practice this with a live opponent next time.

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