First Lightsaber claimed
[12:47] Za'kar jumps on top of the wall of the city of Iziz using the force to guide his movements. He'd land at the top, quietly hide behind one of the battlements as he'd look around to gather his surroundings. His eyes catch his target, standing in the open. The Chistori growled before using the force to aid him as he pushed himself off the wall, furiously hurling himself in the direction of the redheaded woman.
[12:55] Nicci Sularen had been staring out at the city of Iziz. The wind had picked up and was blowing her crimson locks around her face. She stiffened once that same wind had carried the scent of the reptile hurling itself at her, and she rolled out of the way just in time to avert it's attack, simultaneously drawing her blade. The Sith War Sword thrummed and crackled with the magic whatever sith who had created it left behind. "If you are going to attempt a surprise attack, make sure you bathe first..." she snarled, bringing the war blade to bear and leaping at it in an attempt to lop off the creature's head.
[13:01] Za'kar snarls ferociously at her banter as he lands to a skidding halt, claws raking into the metal of the landing pad, slowing the beast down just enough to where he'd stop short of where she would land in her leap. He'd reach behind her and draws out two lightsabers, which he twirls within his hands, "You have no idea the gift we were going to give you, curr." he'd growl at her before he'd use the force to toss a lightsaber directly at the woman.
[13:12] Nicci Sularen would bring her sword about, using it as a shield against the lightsaber. She not only maneuvered her body around so that it would not have hit, but deflected the saber into the wall of the building behind her. She snarled at the creature, obviously not impressed, "Are you saying you know me from somewhere?" she asked. She was curious now, the way the Siit spoke it almost seemed as if he did. She brought her sword around to strike down at his other arm still carrying a lightsaber with all her strength.
[13:15] Za'kar dives into a roll to collect his lightsaber, moving towards the wall as to which it was. He'd grab it and turns around, sneering his pointed teeth at the woman. "Yes... Don't you remember on Kuat?" He'd ask, chidingly before he'd dash forward, attempting to get behind her, meaning to slash his sabers across her side as he passes on by, intent on toying with her first.
[13:18] Nicci Sularen scrutinized him, still not recognizing. "I remember many things on Kuat. Are you telling me you are part of that order?" she snarled, though it was cut short by the sabers slashing across her side, tearing her corset and streaking a searing, burning heat across her midsection. She cried out as it occured, and then lifted her gaze in a look of pure rage as she attempted to leap into the air, twisting her body around and landing instead behind him, striking at him with greater ferocity in an atempt to run the blade through the beast's shoulder.
[13:21] Za'kar would only be a bit too full of himself at the successful strike to let his guard down. He was about to reply in a condescending manner, but instead she jumped over him and landing a blow. He managed to fall forward enough that it only dug an inch or two into him, but the blade carved out a chunk of the Chistori, not to mention the lightning in the blade cauterized the wound, much like a saber would. The beast howled, but in it's rage, it swung itslef around, trying to slash his saber at her legs while she stood behind him.
[13:29] Nicci Sularen snarled as she managed to cut a chunk out of the Chistori, the elation of battle nearly overwhelming, especially against her most hated enemy. She jumped as his saber made an attempt at her legs, performing the same maneuver to which she got behind him the first time, only this time grappling his neck as she sailed over his head and attempting to slam him into the wall with the door to the entrance of the compound as hard as she could.
[13:31] Za'kar soars back against the wall as he is thrown back. The Chistori grunts as he felt his spine crack a bit. Nevertheless, fueled by rage it's eyes open and a hand pushes outward, saber hilt still in hand as he attempts to send a wave of force to push her back and off the building while he tries to get to his feet.
[13:33] Nicci Sularen maneuvers her body in the air yet again. She had always been light on her feet, it was what had saved her life many times from heavier opponents. She lands in front of the Chistori, attempting to grip him by the neck and smack his head back hard into the stone. If sucessfull in this endeavor she would question him further, "Who the hell are you and why are you here?" she'd snarl.
[13:36] Za'kar would propel himself upwards, using the force. In mid-air, he'd combine the two sabers within his hand into one long saber staff. He'd hold it up, roaring at the top of his longs as he attempts to land upon her, slashing down at her head. He'd leave the gloating about who he was and why he was here when he was ahead.
[13:38] Nicci Sularen cursed under her breath as her maneuver to question him failed and brought her sith sword up quickly while he was in mid air, attempting to gut him in his lower intestine as he was high above her.
[13:41] Za'kar lands upon her Sword, electricity from her blade causing him to jerk and let the flesh melt itself on the crystal sword. The smell of burning fabric was in the air as the Chistori's robes smoked from the blade. He'd choke a bit, maw hanging open as the now double bladed lightsaber slides from the Chistori's grip. Making one last attempt, the Chistori attempts to send a kick directly at the woman's face, wanting to claw her.
[13:45] Nicci Sularen was now at a full bloodlust, biting her own lip until it was her own blood she tasted as she gripped the claw that tried to get at her and slammed him down into the pavement as hard as she possibly could. She would place one leg on each side of him, crouching down with her sword at his throat, "I will ask you...one last time, di'kut," she panted, "Why are you here?"
[13:50] Za'kar would feel his conentration leaving him as the pain overwhelmed the anger the Chistori had. "Sent..." he'd cough as her boot pressed down on his throat. "...Sith Order... Trail... Kill you..." The Chistori managed to get out as he was choked with her boot. He'd try and use his own weight and strength to force her off him just once, trying to grab her by her ankle and twisting it, aiming to break it.
[14:03] Nicci Sularen just smirked at the creature's feeble attempt to break her ankle to get her off of him. She was able to put two and two together now. Clearly this thing had been sent to kill her. She was insulted that the Order thought her so weak that this pitiful excuse for a force user could take her out. She raised her blade, holding the Chistori down firmly with her boot as she attempted to impale his skull with the crackling weapon.
[14:05] Za'kar would hold onto her ankle to the very end after the Chistori takes the blade through it's head. It takes just one more raggled breath before finally it's grip leaves it's fingers and the last of it's breath expels from the creature's lungs.
[14:13] Nicci Sularen scowled at the thing, ripping her blade away, spraying it's blood all over her body as she removes her sword from it's brains. She wipes it off her face and looks down, noticing it had lost it's grip on it's saber. She thought of her task for the Mand'alor. It was a Sith blade, but she presumed any Force User's weapon would count. She picked up the saber and thrust it into her back pocket, before kicking the body off the edge of the platform and into the city streets.
[12:55] Nicci Sularen had been staring out at the city of Iziz. The wind had picked up and was blowing her crimson locks around her face. She stiffened once that same wind had carried the scent of the reptile hurling itself at her, and she rolled out of the way just in time to avert it's attack, simultaneously drawing her blade. The Sith War Sword thrummed and crackled with the magic whatever sith who had created it left behind. "If you are going to attempt a surprise attack, make sure you bathe first..." she snarled, bringing the war blade to bear and leaping at it in an attempt to lop off the creature's head.
[13:01] Za'kar snarls ferociously at her banter as he lands to a skidding halt, claws raking into the metal of the landing pad, slowing the beast down just enough to where he'd stop short of where she would land in her leap. He'd reach behind her and draws out two lightsabers, which he twirls within his hands, "You have no idea the gift we were going to give you, curr." he'd growl at her before he'd use the force to toss a lightsaber directly at the woman.
[13:12] Nicci Sularen would bring her sword about, using it as a shield against the lightsaber. She not only maneuvered her body around so that it would not have hit, but deflected the saber into the wall of the building behind her. She snarled at the creature, obviously not impressed, "Are you saying you know me from somewhere?" she asked. She was curious now, the way the Siit spoke it almost seemed as if he did. She brought her sword around to strike down at his other arm still carrying a lightsaber with all her strength.
[13:15] Za'kar dives into a roll to collect his lightsaber, moving towards the wall as to which it was. He'd grab it and turns around, sneering his pointed teeth at the woman. "Yes... Don't you remember on Kuat?" He'd ask, chidingly before he'd dash forward, attempting to get behind her, meaning to slash his sabers across her side as he passes on by, intent on toying with her first.
[13:18] Nicci Sularen scrutinized him, still not recognizing. "I remember many things on Kuat. Are you telling me you are part of that order?" she snarled, though it was cut short by the sabers slashing across her side, tearing her corset and streaking a searing, burning heat across her midsection. She cried out as it occured, and then lifted her gaze in a look of pure rage as she attempted to leap into the air, twisting her body around and landing instead behind him, striking at him with greater ferocity in an atempt to run the blade through the beast's shoulder.
[13:21] Za'kar would only be a bit too full of himself at the successful strike to let his guard down. He was about to reply in a condescending manner, but instead she jumped over him and landing a blow. He managed to fall forward enough that it only dug an inch or two into him, but the blade carved out a chunk of the Chistori, not to mention the lightning in the blade cauterized the wound, much like a saber would. The beast howled, but in it's rage, it swung itslef around, trying to slash his saber at her legs while she stood behind him.
[13:29] Nicci Sularen snarled as she managed to cut a chunk out of the Chistori, the elation of battle nearly overwhelming, especially against her most hated enemy. She jumped as his saber made an attempt at her legs, performing the same maneuver to which she got behind him the first time, only this time grappling his neck as she sailed over his head and attempting to slam him into the wall with the door to the entrance of the compound as hard as she could.
[13:31] Za'kar soars back against the wall as he is thrown back. The Chistori grunts as he felt his spine crack a bit. Nevertheless, fueled by rage it's eyes open and a hand pushes outward, saber hilt still in hand as he attempts to send a wave of force to push her back and off the building while he tries to get to his feet.
[13:33] Nicci Sularen maneuvers her body in the air yet again. She had always been light on her feet, it was what had saved her life many times from heavier opponents. She lands in front of the Chistori, attempting to grip him by the neck and smack his head back hard into the stone. If sucessfull in this endeavor she would question him further, "Who the hell are you and why are you here?" she'd snarl.
[13:36] Za'kar would propel himself upwards, using the force. In mid-air, he'd combine the two sabers within his hand into one long saber staff. He'd hold it up, roaring at the top of his longs as he attempts to land upon her, slashing down at her head. He'd leave the gloating about who he was and why he was here when he was ahead.
[13:38] Nicci Sularen cursed under her breath as her maneuver to question him failed and brought her sith sword up quickly while he was in mid air, attempting to gut him in his lower intestine as he was high above her.
[13:41] Za'kar lands upon her Sword, electricity from her blade causing him to jerk and let the flesh melt itself on the crystal sword. The smell of burning fabric was in the air as the Chistori's robes smoked from the blade. He'd choke a bit, maw hanging open as the now double bladed lightsaber slides from the Chistori's grip. Making one last attempt, the Chistori attempts to send a kick directly at the woman's face, wanting to claw her.
[13:45] Nicci Sularen was now at a full bloodlust, biting her own lip until it was her own blood she tasted as she gripped the claw that tried to get at her and slammed him down into the pavement as hard as she possibly could. She would place one leg on each side of him, crouching down with her sword at his throat, "I will ask you...one last time, di'kut," she panted, "Why are you here?"
[13:50] Za'kar would feel his conentration leaving him as the pain overwhelmed the anger the Chistori had. "Sent..." he'd cough as her boot pressed down on his throat. "...Sith Order... Trail... Kill you..." The Chistori managed to get out as he was choked with her boot. He'd try and use his own weight and strength to force her off him just once, trying to grab her by her ankle and twisting it, aiming to break it.
[14:03] Nicci Sularen just smirked at the creature's feeble attempt to break her ankle to get her off of him. She was able to put two and two together now. Clearly this thing had been sent to kill her. She was insulted that the Order thought her so weak that this pitiful excuse for a force user could take her out. She raised her blade, holding the Chistori down firmly with her boot as she attempted to impale his skull with the crackling weapon.
[14:05] Za'kar would hold onto her ankle to the very end after the Chistori takes the blade through it's head. It takes just one more raggled breath before finally it's grip leaves it's fingers and the last of it's breath expels from the creature's lungs.
[14:13] Nicci Sularen scowled at the thing, ripping her blade away, spraying it's blood all over her body as she removes her sword from it's brains. She wipes it off her face and looks down, noticing it had lost it's grip on it's saber. She thought of her task for the Mand'alor. It was a Sith blade, but she presumed any Force User's weapon would count. She picked up the saber and thrust it into her back pocket, before kicking the body off the edge of the platform and into the city streets.
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