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Landing Pad Encounter @sith-blademaster
Anna was kneeling near the end of the landing pad, working on a repair and refueling droid. She was dressed for that type of work, technician's pants, black boots and a muscle t-shirt with no sleeves. Her hair was tied up in a bun, and her back was to the landing pad entrance...though her lightsaber hung clipped to her belt. The only indication that she was a Jedi.
+sith-blademaster
Revan studies the Zabrak for a moment, crossing her arms over her chest. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to find a Sith running around here. Know who I am, or should I explain it?"
"Korriban. I was born there, and I trained in the Academy for most of my childhood." He growled at Maul. This battle was much more entertaining than he first thought. "Ever heard of Darth Sion, or the Lord of Pain?" He deactivated one of his lightsabers, reattaching it to his belt, and adopted the form of Juyo, the Way of the Vornskr. "Let's just say that pain is nothing to me." He chuckled demonically. Maul was good, but not quite good enough.
Maul nodded, inwardly grimacing. "I've heard of him. I assume this was via Holocron. That one had been dead a while." Maul grinned a little as he watched him drop into Juyo. This would indeed be an interesting fight. "Your very strong, I see why The Jedi had trouble against you." He took a steadying breath, pushing all thoughts of pain aide as he cleared his mind.
Spinning with the push through the air, the Sith Lord landed on one knee, reaching up and catching the saber that flew towards him by the hilt. "You'll have to do better than that." He chuckled, deactivating the lightsaber and adding it to the collection on his belts. He then darted forward with such speed, not even a master could keep focus on him. With the momentum from the dash, he punched Maul square in the stomach with enough force to knock a rancor square on it's back.
Maul skidded backwards, but latched onto the Blade Master's arm, dragging him with him. He grinned looking up. "I intend to." he slammed his hand into the Blade Master, striking him where Rein had impaled him earlier, before vaulting over his back to reclaim his blade. he used a Force push to stagger the Blade Master from behind, as well as distance himself from him. he reconnected his original liahgtsabers, once again wielding a double-bladed weapon in one hand, while the other held a singe. he took a deep breath, wincing. Several ribs were bruised, one may have been broken. Nothing he couldn't handle, at the moment. Still, he understood why Rein had such a hard time. "To be this strong, you must've been trained on a hellish planet. I was trained on Mustafar, but I'd guess you'd had to have been somewhere more harsh. Korriban, perhaps?"
He quickly pulled back his arm as Maul slashed his separated blade at it, jumping upwards as he swung his legs towards the Blademaster's, dodging the downward slash. As he was in the air, Barkos lashed his own leg out, connecting his boot with the Dathomiran's jaw in the process. This would definitely be an easy fight, as Maul relied on heavy strikes to burst through defences.
Maul spun himself around, moving with the kick. The taste of blood was in his mouth and he drew upon his rage. he noted the Blade master wasn't yet on the ground, so he drew upon the Force to throw a wave of energy at him, pushing him backwards even further. He'd hated to do this, but he locked one of his blades in the on position and hurled it like a spear, drawing his spare from behind him, staying where he was, watching the other.
Barkos laughed at Maul's audacity. "Equality? Pah. You are like a child with that blade in comparison. I have studied and trained with each form for years. I am a master of each." Launching himself back at him, he began to employ a use of slashes to his torso, as it would be awkward and difficult to move his staff to protect it. He managed to lacerate him from his left shoulder to near his solar plexus, chuckling as he did so.
Maul grunted, but pushed the pain from his mind. It was superficial and cauterized. he'd suffered worse at the hand of Sidious. He twisted his lightsaber, seperating it into two separate blades, one swinging down to score a strike against the Blade master's extended arm. he swept his leg out wide, going for the others legs even as he swung his other blade in a downward arc. He was done talking for now, at least for this fight. The time for focus had arrived.
The Sith observed Maul's stance, automatically picking up the weaknesses and adjusting for such. He knew how double-bladed sabers were powerful, but he also knew how to exploit them. "You have a strong stance, Maul. But I can see at least three weaknesses." With that, the Blademaster leaped at him, slashing at his blades. He would lure Maul into a belief that his use of the saberstaff was superior to that of a blade in each hand, and then exploit it's cumbersome mobility.
Maul easily blocked, grunting surprised at the Blade Master's strength. He figured the Blade Master would know the forms weaknesses, seeing as he would most likely employ a similar one. Maul pushed back, twirling his double-balded lightsaber, before swinging it behind it an an angle, pausing once again. "I expect no less. We use a similar style and can easily switch between either. I'm curious to see how well we're matched in terms of equality."
"You are a half-blood, Dathomiran. You are filth, the spawn of crossbreeding with humans." The Blademaster growled at the former Sith. If there was anything he hated more, it was those who believed themselves 'redeemed'. Being such is a betrayal of self. "You spout the machinations of a Jedi. You disgust me." With that, he ignited his lightsabers, dropping into the stance of Ataru. The lightsabers' hilts had claws around where the blades emitted from, and the blades were black with white outline
"I'm fairly certain my Mother was a full blooded Zabrak, though which colony she is from is uncertain. My Father, though not know to me, is most likely a Dathomir raised Zabrak. I am neither Jedi nor Sith, but again it matters little as you've made up you mind. if there is one trait we share, it is our resilient and stubborn nature so I know there is no changing your course. Nice blades, though, Very unique." maul called his lightsabers to his hand, quickly connecting them into the double-bladed version he was known for, the blade humming to life their color crimson. He settled into the stance of Jar'Kai, but waited for the Blade Master to make his move.
