Korriban- The heated Desert

[Darth Demona]

~A figure clothed in a darkness only rivaled by the power of the dark side walks the desert quietly by herself, her footsteps leaving little trace in the rocky desert sand. As she walks her feet begin to hurt from not only the great heat of the desert, but also because she had been walking in the desert for days, trying to find a answer to her calls. Her black robes absorbed the heat, making her hotter and letting little relief go to her body, a body that seemed as if it was starting to boil from the absolute heat that was a Korriban Desert, a place where little life could survive.~

~She continued to walk, lowering the hood of her robes to allow the breeze of the desert to hit her face, her head, and the back of her neck. As she did this she sighed, feeling a absolute relief almost immediately. Such was her relief that she began to quicken her pace, moving faster and faster threw the desert until she started to run, amplified with the power of force speed to make her run incredibly fast, a spray of sand behind her and as she ran. As she did this she looked not only at her feet to make sure she did not trip, but also in front of her, hoping to see some sort of salvation.~

[Darth Sicarius]

Deadly was the sun that soared above the deserts on Korriban. Like a vulture it circled those animals that crossed the barren lands, staring down upon them with a brilliant glare of light. With it's hidden objectives, none would know why it did so, why it stood so quietly above, observing those whom it so gratiously donated it's life. But as it crossed over one of the most unbarable places of the planet, watching the young woman who speeded over the dusty ground and through the searing wind. But as the Aged sun watched down upon this lonesome child, it wondered, why was there only one of this strange animal?

But truth be told, there was not a single being who crossed the desert on that day, there was another, a man whom if identified by public could cause panic. The being walked opposite to the young woman was of large build, and seemed to know the desert ways well, for he wore light garbs over his head and entire face, covering it from the blazing sands. Although his face was well covered, the same could not be said about his torso. Without a single piece of clothing over his chest he walked, feeling the stinging grains of sand prickling away at him. Over his legs he wore a typical pair of heavy leather pants, and a pair of well insulated boots that kept his feet from combusting.

As hard as the sun tried though, He could not find the strange man who crept so cautiously over Korriban's lands. For this man was hidden, cloaked by the force so that he was immune to the eyes of the mind and apart from the mental block, he also hid his physical presence by using a nifty techinque, bending the rays of light that came from the sky, so that he was nothing more than an invisible man.

But as the entity and the young woman approached each other, his pace, too would increase subtily. Moving now around a jog, he marched forward towards her still invisible. As they both approached each other, and she broke into a full run, he would move to his right as to be out of her way, but he would hold his left arm out as to bring to her a full halt by letting her smash head first into his mechanical muscles. She had a single second to spare that may just save her head from a brain rattling bump.

[Darth Demona]

~As she continues to run she begins to slow down, tired of her quick movements and not wanting to kill herself from over exertion in the desert. She goes from the grace of a bird to the movement of a swan, delicate, compassionate, careful where she goes. As she continues to walk towards the man she bumps into his arm and falls backwards. However because she was moving slowly the bump did little to no damage, and only knocked her down on her buttocks.~

~Quickly she stands up, touching her lower back and buttocks to make sure that nothing was damaged and that it was only a little bit of pain. She then looks in front of her at where Malas would be, thinking that the heat of the desert must have gotten to her. However she then notices that someone or something must be there because there are foot prints on the sand that stop where she was hit, a odd thing if nothing was there because a person could not just fly off. Quietly she then says in a tone, a tone that sounded like a child that was curious.~

[glow=Black,2,300]What in the name of Malas was that..[/glow]

~With that she wonders if she will get a answer. She would not be surprised if it was just her imagination running wild, the desert heat reaching her brain and frying it.~

[Darth Sicarius]

Malas's arm would jump back a bit as he made contact with her face. Like a pistol releasing a bullet though, he quickly spun around by throwing his outstretched arm to his left, and letting his feet slide on the soft sand. As quickly as he had managed to do so, the young woman was already aware and was cursing beneath her breath. She was a smart one, for she had managed to see the tracks that led to wear the dark man stood, and as soon as her curiosity grew he let his force cloak down. At the same time the shield against light too would break, leaving him revealed, towering above the young womam.

Looking down at her through the garbs that covered his face, he took a deep breath that closely resembled a growl. He stood there, looking at her, waiting to see what her move was to be.

[Darth Demona]

~She saw a man appearing in front of her, like the dawn rises. She sees him appear in blotches until he is whole, the Dark Lord of the Sith, the strongest Sith still around in the Galaxy. As she saw him she divertered her eyes to the ground, around where his feet was, watching the hot sand against his body, not wanting to look into his eyes. However as if some power other then her own controlled her she rose her blue eyes, looking directly at Malas's face. Her eyes were that of a child, giving off the look as if she was scared of the man, but in her mind only one thing was there, only one thing echoing threw it. And that was opportunity.~

~With that she looked at his metal arms, figuring out what had hit her with that amount of force. Slowly she said to him in a innocent tone, a tone that sounded as if she was afraid.~

[glow=Black,2,300]"Greetings Malas.. what brings you here?[/glow]

[Darth Sicarius]

Malas looked down upon the young woman whom he had smashed to the ground, staring into her eyes through his own cold pair. As she parted eyes from him and stared at his feet, he could tell the fear that he inflicted upon the young Sith Knight known as Demona. Malas knew who this young woman was, and how she held a powerful part in the up and coming times. But sadly her part would not a very lively one. Malas had come for one reason: To Kill Her.

But his objective could not be revealed just yet, he would have to do this quite subtlely. Listening to her words, he stretched out his hand as if to offer to help her rise from the ground, but as they say, looks can be decieving. As he reached down, his outstretched fingers would be the source of a devestating attack. Malas's finger tips would each explode into lightining as whipping flashes of light began to procreate over the surface of his hand. In less than a second, the energy that seeped from his fingers would pour out towards her in form of lightning. If it were to connect, it would feel as if she had just been hooked up to a alternator powered by a thoustand power cells, she would feel her internal organs begin to warm up, the water inside of her blood streem boiling. Her skin would begin to melt into a bloody mess and finally, she would be left as a crispy corpse (if it connects of course...).

[Darth Demona]

~As Malas brought down his hand to apparently help her she would refuse, drawing her lightsaber. She would not trust the Dark Lord of the Sith, someone who would kill for power, and someone who she did not like because he held the power she wanted. As such her lightsaber was ignited, the green blade of the lightsaber in front of her vertically, catching the lightning and making it arch over the blade, despite the power of the lightning she held it, keeping it from her vital body. Her eyes swelled in hatred towards the man who was betraying her, someone who she would think would follow his own rules.~

~At that she uses force speed to pull a lightsaber to her right hand, and brings it up to the man's chest, unignited. With that she switches it on threw the force, and at the speed of light a deadly yellow blade shot out of the darkness, towards Malas's chest. Rameses's other lightsaber.~

[Darth Sicarius]

Although it seemed she had managed to predict his movement, Malas was prepared for this. Having had to bend over a bit to outstretch his hand, he was forced to step forward with his right foot, whilst his left would stay in it's position. This would result in his body being a bit diagonal. Thus he would have an easy way to dodge the the blade she had so rapidly drawn and pointed at his chest.

In a swift movement of both mind and body, he quickly powered his movement's speed by calling upon the force to increase muscle capacity, and as soon as he felt it over, he would thrust his hips to the left, making him spin completely around. In this quick movement though, his left foot would pick up and change it's position to about 90 degrees, using the right leg as an axis (quarter circle). As he did this though, the lightning in his right hand would die out, and his right arm would swing past his right hip, quickly coming in a powerful swing. But first though, his left hand whipped by the belt that rested on his hips, drawing a blue and gold lightsaber, and just as quickly as he had doged he slashed it upwards, knocking her right hand's saber away from Malas's body. But as soon as he this, his right arm's path would be complete for as he grasped the second saber that rested on his right hip, he would attempt yet another slash, this one though, was at her outstretched hand. If this were to work, it would cut her hand off from the fore arm down. But as his slash was being completed, his left arm would once again approach her.

Although with this movement, he would have to move his left foot back to where it was, his arm would once again go down in an upside down arch, cutting both sand and hopefully- Flesh. The slash, if it worked, would cut into her legs and tear up through her torso.

[Darth Demona]

~As the lightsaber from Malas's right hand zooms towards her right hand she instantly retracts it, moving backwords and to the right, moving with the power of Force Speed. That would allow her to dodge the blade that was zooming towards her hand from the right, as well as being able to dodge the blow that would come to her left, to slice her in the chest. As she would be out of range she would prepare another strike against Malas.~

~With a quick movement she pulls out another Lightsaber, igniting it to let out a blue blade. This was Sendon's lightsaber, the one she had stolen from him in a quick fight. She does not ignite it however, and she simply stands still, concentrating.~

[Darth Sicarius]

Malas had the advantage at the moment, for he stood on his feet, and she had yet to rise. But this was good, for Malas wanted to make this as quick as possible and to not damage her face excessively. Malas needed her head as a trophy, something to send as a present to his dear friend Skor.

Malas saw how she quickly impulsed her body backwards with her legs, kicking at the ground, luckily though Malas would be able to catch her. As she began to frantically kick away at the ground and began to move quickly, Malas would form a powerful force pull on her with enough stregnth to pull her back to where she was. At the same time though, Malas would not stop his march towards her, and as soon as the push was finished (Assuming it worked) Malas would would slash from above, but this time his aim would be her left saber, for he hoped to hit it with enough stregnth to drive it right into her neck. Even if he didn't manage to do that, he would still be able to leave her shoulder dangling by a ligament.

[Darth Demona]

~As she begins to be pulled she quickly begins to use force push on Malas, to cancel out his force pull with a force push. She would do this repeativly, to make sure that she did not move closer to the Dark Lord. However he was stronger in the force so it was not enough to stop her completely. As such she instantly stood up onto her feet in a heart beat and dodged to the right, dodging the man's blow completely. Then she instantly, with the power of force speed, brought her lightsaber down upon the man's arm, hoping to catch him off guard.~

~Either way she instantly then used force jump, even if it did not hit. She jumped backwords 30 feet in a high backflip, landing facing Malas, her yellow eyes upon him in vengeance.~

[Darth Sicarius]

Malas saw that the oppurtunity to sever her head was gone, so now he would have to go to less subtle attacks. Beginign to let the darkside of the force control his will, forgetting any precaution in not harming the head, he soon felt the force begining to be absorbed by his powerful aura. As soon as he fell into the deep meditation though, he would triple his usage of the force to allow him to reach even faster speeds. As soon as he had truly activated it, he released his lightsaber and let drop for a second. Moving his right hand back, he would dodge the slash, and as she began to prepare her jump, Malas would quickly side jump to his left and rapidly, using his right arm, latch onto her wrist. If he were to get a hold of her wrist, he would pull her down with bionic stregnth, hoping to dislocate her arm by having her jump up, and him pulling down. If he managed to pull she would also get a mouth ful of desert sand.

[Darth Demona]

~Before her wrist is grappled onto by Malas she twists her lightsaber with every essence of speed she had, barely catching his move. Since he was moving so rapidly he would have no chance to stop the attack. She put her lightsaber straight towards where Malas's hand would grab her so that if he did grab her wrist, he would cut his hand in half. She does this by moving slightly to her right, so that she would be able to do this easly.~

~With that Demona throws her lightsaber in her right hand at his Groin, igniting the blade threw the force as it is just in front of him, the blue blade releases and spiralling in a 360 towards his groin.~

[Darth Sicarius]

Malas saw there was no going back when it came to grappling onto her arm, but of course he had no reason to make it so easy for her. Malas saw that he still had a chance to change his area of contact, and he had less than a milisecond to flick his wrist before she noticed his change of plan. Seeing that he would most definately end up grabbing part of the plasma blade of the saber, he would pend his elbow a bit, so that as she put her saber into position, she would reveal more and more her hand, and a vast part of her saber. Malas's own hand, would land upon her's and as soon as he were to touch her skin he would deply the powerful spikes from the palm of his hand, these would dig deep into her hand, and at the same time the claws in his fingers would shoot out, stabbing into her hand and wrist. But as soon as his grip was firm, he would flick his hand right, shoving her saber right through her stomach. This movement would also be a way to block the saber throw, for if it were to hit it would slice directly through her right arm.

[Darth Demona]

~As the spikes deploy she knows there is no chance in saving her hand. However she does see a chance to end this fight.. once and for all. As Malas would destroy her hand, indeed the lightsaber would be out of control, but not to her, to him. Quickly she deactivated the lightsaber threw the force, allowing it to harmlessly do no damage to her stomach.~

~The lightsaber would easly go uncontested, considering the man had not defended against it. Since there was no lightsaber blade to defend against it, it would go uncontested. However. She then deactivated her lightsaber that was flying threw the air with the force, so it would harmlessly hit her arm and do no damage. However she would catch that blade and bring it directly up to her chest, using force speed to make it so her speed was not jus 2x, 4x, but 6x. Such was her speed that she was growing tired. Instantly she ignites the blade in the center of his chest, the blade moving at the speed of light.~

[Darth Sicarius]

Although Malas held no saber in his right, the lightsaber in his left hand was still very ready to attack or defend at will of it's wielder. Malas could feel the lightsaber through the force, and how she was pulling at it, so he saw a single solution. Now, as they were both moving at the same speed, Malas's would move his lightsaber a few inches towards her and quickly flick his wrist up so that he would cut into her extending arm (that was still about a foot away from Malas) this way if it hit it would slice her arm to heck, and the saber would harmlessly come to a halt. But at the same time, Malas felt it was time to end this, so he continued his assault through his right hand. Now begining to pump the force into his hand, he would rapidly make it explode into a powerful beam of invisible lightning. YOu ask why it is invisible? Well because it was fired directly into her hand, which still had every single last piece of metal in it. This would kill her, and this would be the end of Skor's love.

[Darth Demona]

~Even though her hand is sliced off, the lightsaber still continues, flying towards Malas's Chest. There it ignites, directly in front of it, the beam moving at superhuman speeds, ready to kill the man.~

~A the lightning nears her she Screams. A scream of hate, a scream of sorrow, a scream of the darkside. Her scream echoed threw the desert and the sand around her instantly began to fly upwords like a miniture sandstorm controlled threw the force. With that she would receive the lightning, killed by it. However the scream would activate the explosives that were planted inside of her body just for this ocassion. Instantly she explodes, destroying all traces off her body in a feiry inferno that would not only engulf her, but go towards the one they call Malas. A scream could be heard as her soul was wrenched from her body, sending it to the abyss that is Hell.~ ( The lightsaber blade was guided threw the force. And I had a total of 7 bombs in my body)