Satine, care for a match?

[Miryan no Trunks]

OOC: Challenge? Yes =) Setting, picture the beach from.. well.. "The beach." Crystal clear blue water, sand, tropical forest in behind, very hilly around

Figured since we said we'd have a fight back when you were fighting Graeme, might as well, eh? =)

IC: *The sky was beautiful. As MnT stood there on the beach, he gazed upwards, watching the blue sky, almost completely unmarked save for a few pure white clouds that drifted by. The weather was particularly nice here.. As he watched the clouds, he felt himself become distracted somewhat, a familiar prescence was nearby.. He felt out with his mind for a moment, finally realizing that it was the Jedi Alpha. Feeling good about the day, he decided to take him up on his earlier offer for a match, and called out telepathically to him..*

" ... Hey, It's MnT.... care for a friendly match..?"

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha hears him, and walks into plain sight, unsheathing the sword, ShadowBane, and says, "Sure Miryan."

Alpha gets into a defensive stance, and waits for an attack.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Turning to see Satine emerge from the forest behind, MnT nodded*

.. Welcome, I'm looking forward to a good fight..

*That being said, MnT bowed down, to honor his opponent, and the upcoming battle. He reached back, quickly unstrapping Damnation's Touch from his back, and immediately went into a defensive position.*

.. The first move is yours..

[Satine Capashen]

"as you wish..."

Alpha jumps at MnT, slicing downwards. The Sith blocks it and counters with a stab that knicks Alpha's light armor. Alpha drops down, and sweeps Miryan's legs out from under him.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Quickly tilting his torso in mid-fall, he thrust his left hand down, and propelled himself up in a hand-plant/spring. As he landed, he took a moment to collect himself back into his defensive position, and smiled..*

.. I'm impressed, you are very quick..

*Suddenly, MnT brought his blade up, holding it vertical right in front of him with both hands. Slowly, he spun it so that the point made a perfect circle, then leapt forward. As he neared, he thrust the blade out towards Satine's thoat. Easily dodged. A moment later, MnT had retracted the sword, and thrust it out again, this time towards Satine's right arm. Again dodged. Again thrust, to Satine's chest. Just blocked. MnT continued the barrage of well-aimed attacks, noticing that Satine was having more and more trouble keeping out of the way of the blade.*

*Suddenly, he thrust the sword out towards Satine's left arm, missing intentionally, and swung it down towards his legs. Satine jumped up to avoid it, and MnT took advantage. He planted his left foot to the ground, and brought his torso around, his right following suit in a whirlwind-kick that caught Satine right in the ribs, and sent him to the ground, hard.*

*Before the Jedi had even landed, MnT brought his blade back up, and was hopping around slightly, awaiting his opponent's reply.*

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha gasps for breath, and says, "Nicely done. but you'll need to do better than that!"

Alpha uses the Force to propel himself upwards, landing on his feet. The Rogue slashes fast, then as that is blocked, whips the sword around, and whacks MnT with the pommel, knocking him backwards, the Sith's mouth bleeding.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Spitting a bit of blood out, MnT grinned, and spoke to his opponent..*

.. Your speed truly Is impressive, I'll keep that in mind..

*As if to punctuate the end of his sentance, MnT leapt forwards again, bringing him back into melee distance from the Jedi. He quickly swung his sword up towards Satine's head, causing the Jedi to block high, he then twisted the sword down and struck again, this time towards Satine's abdomen. The jedi blocked accordingly, but then felt his hands jerk up with the sword as MnT brought his sword away quickly, letting Satine's own strength work against him. Suddenly, his opponent's blade in no position to defend, MnT swung his sword again, in an up-right direction, towards Satine's upraised right shoulder..*

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha feels a burning agony as the blade burrows into his shoulder. He backs away, tearing the thing out, and watches as his armor flows over the wound.

"Ah the first wound of the battle."

Alpha smiles, throwing Trunks off balance, and then taps into the Force, throwing MnT backwards. Alpha charges, and swings his sword parralel with the ground. Miryan blocks, but Alpha spin kicks him backwards.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*The kick catches him in the ribs, almost knocking his wind out, and causes him to stumble backwards, more to avoid getting hit again before he caught his breath than anything else. Quickly regaining his composure, MnT grinned*

..Excellent shot..

*As he spoke the words, thoughts raced through MnT's head. He criticized himself harshly for being such an idiot to this point.. He was a sith, and had to remember that that didn't just entitle him to the name, but also the strengths that came with it.. ... Use the Force you idiot.. he thought to himself.. ... You won't win otherwise.....*

*Bringing an idea into play, MnT rolled his head around on his neck, a loud crack echoing throughout the area.. Suddenly, he was on the move again, running straight for Satine. He saw the Jedi snicker and bring his blade back for a head shot. MnT knew he wasn't in the best position to defend, but didn't let it bother him. Just before MnT was within range of the Jedi's attack, MnT smiled. Reaching one hand forward slightly, he executed a force pull that yanked the Jedi off his feet, and through the air. At the same time, MnT ducked down, and, in barely a moment, flattened his palms against the ground, flipped his legs up over his torso, and pushed off, using his arms like a springboard.*

*The force pull supplied quite a nice bit of extra power when MnT's feet hit Satine hard in the chest, and the sound caused birds in the trees to startle and fly off..*

*As MnT fell to the ground, his legs weakened by the attack, so did Satine. MnT got up slowly, relishing in the fact that he Could, in fact, get up slowly, taking the time to assess the damage he had done to his legs.. Fortunately, there hadn't been much, they would be somewhat painful to use, and there would be strain trying to get them to bend fully, but otherwise he was ok. He brought himself back into a defensive position, keeping his mind open to the force and his surroundings, while he waited for Satine to regain himself.*

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha shakes his head to clear it, and groans.

"That was a powerful move...It hurt."

Alpha himself taps into the Force as he gets up, smiling at the powerfu flow of power. Alpha seems to glow white, his aura darkened to a gray, but still bright. He rushes, and fakes a right slash. As Miryan dodges left, Alpha quickly slams the Sith with his left foot, the talons on it digging into Miryan's gut, and throwing him backwards. The Sith hits the sands, blood running out of the wound.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Wincing, MnT felt at his side with one hand, then brought it up, observing the blood dripping off his fingers..*

.. Talons... An excellent advantage, truly.. Especially when they're sharp enough to cut so easily through my trenchcoat, not many things can, you know..

*As he finished talking, MnT dashed forwards again, bringing his blade up to the right, and beginning to slash down towards Satine's shoulder. Blocked, as per hoped, but this time, instead of just pulling away, the two locked into a strength battle. MnT knew he could win easily, because of Satine's wounded shoulder, but instead allowed his opponent to gain some ground. A few moments later, MnT fell to his knee, so Satine leaned over with the sudden shift in balance. Immediately, he pushed back up, thrusting up with his sword, causing Satine's own to be raised high above his head. As well, he used the upwards momentum to help empower a steel-toed snap-kick that connected hard on the Jedi's jaw, knocking his head up and back, with his body following along. About 4 feet back, he landed head first, a mere foot and a half away from the sand..*

*Not saying a word, MnT began hopping slightly back and forth in a defensive position, keeping moving so as to provide him with better chance to avoid attacks..*

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha sets his jaw back into place, and uses the Force to throw Miryan backwards. As MnT lands, Alpha gets up and charges. The Sith rolls away from a slash downwards, and gets to his feet. Alpha slides in, blocking various attacks, and soon catching a slash from the right with his blade's edge. Alpha puts both blades into the ground, and Alpha quickly brings his back up, hitting Miryan in the talon wound with his pommel.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*The pain was sharp, but not close to unbearable.. With a small grunt of effort, MnT brought his blade up too, crashing hard into the blade of Satine, and pushing it up and over with it. Damnation's touch slashed up and to the right, penetrating the Jedi's armor, and leaving a long bleeding wound, albeit not very deep, from the lower-right of Satine's abdomen, to the top-left, just below his ribs. Not even sparing the time to watch Satine cringe from the pain, MnT twisted himself around, bringing the heel of a hard right-footed spin kick to Alpha's temple, and sending him again to the ground.*

.. Hahh....

*The pain from the talon wound was biting, and MnT considered blocking it with his mind, or gathering energy to it, to promote clotting.. However, he knew that pain could be a powerful ally when fighting, if you could control it, and not allow it to distract you.. It would stay, and fuel his strength when he needed it to..*

*He brought himself back into his defensive position, chuckling to himself that he seemed to be much more on offense this battle, than defense, and awaited Satine's next move..*

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha groans slightly, and gets up, recalling his sword he dropped. The Jedi feints a jump, and as MnT goes to defend from an air attack, Alpha slides in, ansd gets him in the side of the face, a short, but deep, slice. The Sith uses the Force to throw Alpha into a tree, but he bounces back, slamming ShadowBane into Damnation's Touch. They lock together, contesting strength, and Alpha uses the force to throw Trunks to the ground. Alpha brings his sword to a defensive position, and waits for the Sith's next move.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Lying on the ground, MnT reached up to his cheek, feeling the blood slowly oozing out..*

... Great... now I'll have scars on Both sides of my face...

*He closed his eyes, concentrating for a moment, letting his control over the force build.. Satine could feel the flux in the force, but was unable to tell what was going to happen, in order to defend.. It wouldn't have done him any good, even if he Had known.. a few seconds passed, and the Jedi suddenly felt like the planet was dropping out from under him. Looking down, he realized that no, it was he who was being launched into the air with a force push.*

*As Satine began to fall again, he tried to turn himself around, in order to prepare for his landing. However, his plans were cut short as his right half smashed very hard into the middle of a tree, his mass x velocity being more than enough to punch into, and through the tree.*

*Letting himself relax after using the force like that, MnT closed his eyes again and uttered a wordless prayer. He was saddened slightly for the loss of such an eloquent example of nature's glory, and listened as the top half of the tree crashed to the ground. He hadn't even noticed that Satine had continued on to smash into another tree with his chest, (not breaking the tree fortunately) and then descended the 15 or so feet to the ground below, where his fall was broken just as much as dirt and rocks can break a fall.*

*Slowly, MnT got back up, and took in a deep breath. He wished for the Jedi to have not been damaged too much by that attack, for if he Were, and was unable to continue the match, it would be a stain on his honor.. It had not been a particularly honorable blow...*

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha groans, and gets to his feet, feeling a broken rib, and uses the Force to take his sword out of the tree it was embedded in. He runs to Miryan, and swings his sword upwards, before bringing it down in an overhand slash.

{OOC: I might not be able to get on much. My server is acting bitvhy lately...Very slow. This is just ta warn ya.}

[Miryan no Trunks]

*As the Jedi gathered himself to his feet, MnT nodded slightly with a smile, and prepared himself..*

*As Satine charged forward with surprising speed, considering his chest injuries, MnT watched him begin raising his blade, but held his own in the defensive position he had already been in. He felt if he raised his own to defend too early, it would give the Jedi chance to swing his blade around for another attack that would not be so easily repelled. At the last moment, he swung Damnation's Touch up into a horizontal position, catching Satine's blade with ease. With an audible grunt of effort, MnT pushed his sword up and to the left, Satine's weakened right arm giving way easily. As he pushed, MnT spun himself around and planted his left foot just behind Satine's right. He let his momentum combine with raw strength as he brought his left elbow up to connect hard with the same side of Satine's head, sending him off balance. unfortunately, being off balance already helped very little when the foot caught on that of the Sith's, for the jedi found himself quickly falling face first into the ground, a couple of rocks aggravating even more, his chest.*

*MnT wasted no time in bringing his blade back down, and putting the tip of the blade to the back of Satine's neck. He held it there with enough pressure that the Jedi knew he couldn't move without risking impalement. MnT held his other hand down at Satine, in order to quickly defend any force attacks that may be coming, and then spoke..*

... Satine, do you wish to continue this battle? I personally am quite enjoying it.. You have very impressive speed and stamina.. If you do, then I will remove my blade, and we can continue. Of course, I imagine your chest injuries and the gash under your shoulder can't be doing you any good, so if you wish, we can end it, and you can heal yourself...

*At this point, MnT smiled*

... But naturally, I will ask for a rematch in the future, as this battle so far has shown me a few areas in which I will need to more effectively train myself..

[Satine Capashen]

"I'll keep going if it's all the same to you..."

Alpha smiles as the sword is withdrawn, and he gets up. Unbeknownst to Miryan, Alpha's arm had begun healing. He might not be an official jedi, but he still knew their signature Force move, Force Heal. Alpha gets into a fighting stance, his sword, newly recalled, in an upraised position. He motions for Miryan to make the first move.

[Miryan no Trunks]

*Smiling, MnT nodded his head as a sign of respect to the Jedi. He was truly a worthy opponent in battle. He hadn't given up, even with his injuries. Either he was stupid, a rager, or someone who knew the benefits of pushing yourself past your limits in order to widen your potential.. MnT felt strongly that he was neither of the first two..*

.. I'm glad..

*Taking a moment, MnT closed his eyes and meditated, using the deeper level of mental ability to have his subconcious increase the flow of clotting cells to his wounds.. After all, it would do no good to have his blood level drop to a point where he couldn't concentrate properly.. After a moment had passed, MnT opened his eyes again, and stared forwards, considering Satine's stance..*

... Hmm... This should be interesting... There's little opening in his defense, despite how standard of a stance he's in... His speed truly is an asset for him... Let's see just How fast though..

*As he finished the thought, MnT pressed off with his right foot, sprinting forwards. As he moved, he considered a waist-level stab, but knew that Satine would be able to just as easily side-step and slash down at him. Suddenly, an idea..*

*MnT pushed off again, a near-horizontal leap that carried him quickly towards the Jedi. As he neared, he brought his sword up, as if he was going to use an overhead slash, but instead, spun the entire sword around, so while his hands stayed in the same position, the blade was pointing down at an angle. His foot touched down, and he thrust the sword down towards the Jedi's stomach, knowing that it would be almost if not completely impossible to block with the Jedi's stance, but also knowing that he could quickly defend against an attack if neccesary..*


OOC: You aren't actually a Jedi? Lol, news to me.. How come?

[Satine Capashen]

Alpha uses the Force in a concentrated blast, throwing him up in the air. The blade slices against his right leg, cutting deeply. The Young Jedi concentrates, and the blood clots fast, alowing him to land nice and soft.

The two combatents exchange furious blows, each blocked. As they reach a stalemate, Alpha locks swords, his newly healed arm straining in tandem with his other arm. The Sith pushes back, and they just stand there, not letting the other gain ground.

Alpha takes a deep breath, letting the force strengthen him, and, with blinding speed, sweeps Miryan's legs out from under him. As the Sith hits the ground, Alpha lands a spin kick to Miryan's ribs, knocking him into a tree, and cracking it.

{OOC:I went Rogue when I left GJO to join the now-defunct New Jedi Council. I have applied for membership again, and with any luck I will be a Jedi again though.}