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:: The Jedi Master, the ghost looking incredibly real surveys the room, newly rebuilt after the savage with Beldarine. He stops and addresses the Padawans::
"You have been reminded what I can do. Now.... who would be brave and skillful enough to face me?"
OOC: DT if you come in for a third time i'll be happy to spar you, but i am currently in two other spars. :)
I wish one Padawan who has not sparred me before to stand up. If not... I execise my rank and select one.
OOc : Okay Teka, I'll spar you when we can :)
No... hold on that. I've invited someone here to give you all demonstration on what you could face.
ENTER!
;; Jeseth stands by innocently, looking like a Jedi Padawan In need of training. ;;
"Geee.... I sure am beat from a hard day of training under master... er... um..."
;; Considers who popular Jedi are, then just blurts out a name he's picked up. ;;
"...Yoghurt! I couldn't possibly take another round after that!"
I'm not a Sith.Quote:
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:: The Jedi shakes his head::
"Your a bit cheeky, aren't you?"
In his hand the blazing Athona comes to life, the colour shifting blade beginning it's dance. He breathed in and then out, relaxing and allowing his mind to align itself with hte Force, to touch it and to allow it to move through him.
"Why dont we see how good you think you are and then compare it to how good you really are" He places one foot outwards and comes enguard in a cat stance, mind reading the Force and ready.
Jeseth grins as he casts away the very convincing sharade. It is at that moment that the other Padawans begin to realize that he is in fact not a Jedi, but a Dark Jedi who had been waiting in disguise.
"Not a bad idea."
A crimson blade errupts to life from behind Jeseth's back, his hand brining foward the deadly saber that had been wielded for so long by Trace Sha. His mind scattered through the atmosphere, destroying and shattering the calm that DT had just so recently created. The balance had been struck... now it was time to see in which direction the scales would tip.
A silver blade flashed from within Jeseth's cloak as he tossed a single throwing dagger at DT's leg, using the opportunity to distract him just long enough... The dagger inevitably missed, but Jeseth's burst of speed did not. Their saber's collided violently, sparks flying between the two opponents as they met eye to eye. What the Dark Jedi lacked in experience, he could begin to make up for in treachery.
The sabres locked together, hissing and spitting as their power contended to pass through each other, the Dark Jedi trying to force his blade against the Jedi. Turbogeek yielded ever so slightly, shifted his foot work. Seeing how close the combatants were, he held the stare of the other, mentally took aim and kicked Jeseth in the groin. Sensing the Force, he knew the Force was balanced… both combatants knew their place and were uninterested in twisting what Light and Dark were.
Turbogeek backstepped, pointed and flung a chair into the Dark Jedi.
::stands carefully to the side, intently observing every move made by the two force users::
Particles of metallic alloys ignited, sparking as Jeseth was thrown back by the impact. He rolled to his feet quickly, thankful that his saber had lightened the blow. His eyes narrowed at DT, anger swelling up from within him. Both sections of the chair shot through the air, coming at differen't angels.
A final flick of Jeseth's wrist sent the dagger darting toward's the Jedi Master as well, effectively placing him in a triangle of pain.
The Master was fully in the Force, mind actively searching for danger signs. He sensed rather than saw the chair legs coming at him, reacted without the need for thought. He snapped a hand up, snatching one leg out of the air, smacking the second away with the first leg. The final move was almost too difficult to describe, but as the blade closed, the chiar leg intersected it’s path. DT stepped backwards as he twisted his wrist, guiding and twirling the knife around the leg like a minature propeller. He let go of the leg, snatched the knife out of air, then faced the Dark Jedi with his sabre in one hand, it’s ominous colour shifting blade mated with the knife in the other hand. Shifting feet, he presented the sabre forward and feet in a backstance, arms spread wide along his axis, knife arm behind him.
Into the Force he went, further and further going deeper and deeper into the Jedi calm, allowing the Force to meld with him. His mind came alive in it’s defences and mental armour, seeking and probing the Force for tricks and opportunities.
