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      When Blades Meet (James Icarus)


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      Zena was aching for a good spar with a Sith Master and Master Icarus had obliged her. She had danced the song of blades with the Master many years ago but had hoped her vigorous new style would offer him a unique challenge. She needed to make amends for her long absence as commander of her mercenary clan The Red Moons. There she had honed her skills with the double bladed light saber sparring willing subjects. At times she had to eradicate her opponent when things heated up to an all out duel.

      Her stint as its leader left her the opportunity to guide a new prospect, her Zabrak apprentice, Darth Raze. Over the years Zena had grown very fond of him and promised him a taste at the helm of the clan when she had to renew her allegiance with The Sith Empire. Although her absence did not go well with the Council as did her arrogant boldness at demanding her rank of Lordess be reinstated. She relented and stood down taking any punishment they had dished out. The Council had no patience for a possible suicidal Mercenary turned Sith. She would have to tone down her demeanor if she was ever to ascend to the rank of Master.

      Securing a site where the morning sun met the sweeping grass shadowed among the tendrils of trees, Zena had opted for a clearing in the woods for their rendezvous. Her attire consisted of woodland green camouflage cargo pants tucked into black combat boots, and a tan tank top accented by her dual saber hilt fixated at her belt. The instrument of death, Rancor's Claw had been used in countless battles forged by her clan often resulting in the severing of heads. She knew what had to be done, to lock horns with the Sith Master and clear her name. Zena awaited her opponent and judgement sniffing the crisp air as she collected her thoughts for battle mode.

      Summon me, and I shall lay siege onto thee...
      Raw power are the Sith bred of Mercenary roots.

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      Pain and misery...that was all there seemed to be in James's world. To him, pain and pleasure were indivisible. Both served a purpose, but it was the individual who interpreted what purpose they had. To the masked Sith Master pain was a weapon...a tool. He had started learning to harness said pain that he had and use it as a weapon. Not a physical one perhaps, but both metaphorical and a state of being. As the Sith Master was walking to the grounds where Zena stood, the Sith Master let his dark power flood over the area itself. All that would be felt was pain...misery...agony. The emotions that he felt and what gave him the fuel of his dark powers.

      James was attired all in black, the white mask covering most of his face save for the chin and bottom lip being visible. His skin, both upper torso and arms were attired in a black tunic. His lower half was also attired in a black fabric and black boots crunched onto tiny gravel and pebbles adorning the path he took. A double-bladed lightsaber hung at his belt as it swayed with the masked Sith. Cracking his neck he then had hazel eyes look toward the opponent. It was one he knew well enough. Zena, an apprentice of his own Master, Dara. They had crossed blades before ending in a draw for the both of them.

      Today, would be different though. James was certain that the Lordess was in better shape then she was then. Hopefully picked up a few combat tips along the way. But, the Sith Master had also learned much. Seen much during his time as a Sith Master. The man didn't get there by waiting. He seized opportunity and took what he did and climbed his way there to the rank of Master. At one time he also sat upon it's Council. Sadly, his disappearance led to his removal of his spot. Though he had much influence with the Council and had his own goals and such.

      When he stood across from Zena within twenty feet of her his hazel eyes then looked upon her, "So. We meet again, Zena. Seems that you still have much to learn before you ever attain the rank of Master."

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      "That has yet to be seen, dark master," Zena delivered in her usual brazen manner, lofting a single brow in defiance.

      She had picked up on his heinous emotions and used them as a leg up in battle mind. Zena felt through the dark side his powers had increased since the last time they met in similar circumstances. Chomping at the bit sort of speak Zena narrowed her ice blue eyes on her challenger. She unconsciously allowed her right hand to brush against the cylindrical hilt. Closing the distance between them she had sauntered till 10 feet apart. Unhooking the intimidating weapon Zena held it in front depressing the hidden niche and activated one side of it, its incandescent core of ruby red spit forth with a snap hiss. Following the call to arms the other side ejected its plasma beam in turn. Zena then spun the dual bladed light saber with several rotations of blinding fury. She then moved it left to right still spinning it till she ended the performance with the right lance projecting past her right shoulder and the left down by her left side.

      Wasting no time Zena then gathered her momentum in a couple jung mas or 360 degree spins, dipping the cores in unison. Finally close enough to seize a strike she twisted at the waist, her right leg forward and foot planted solid on the ground then adopted the right core turning the hilt so the hit would had struck James at his left side above the hip. Her eyes widened as the taste of the spar invaded her faculties the excitement raging through her conscious being.

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      "So it shall be, then." James spoke with a hint of a smirk.

      The Sith Master watched Zena come forward and he then stood his ground not moving at all. When she was 10 feet or so from him she then pulled her blade off her belt and held it in front. Watching the ignition of it the red blade he then blinked his eyes like it wasn't affecting him at all. Which it didn't. As the other end of the double bladed lightsaber sprang forth, again James didn't budge or even flinch a muscle. Not like he didn't know what that kind of blade was. He had his own clipped to his belt. Then James watched her spin the blade in a fury as the Sith Master then yawned watching. It was quite a bore to him, since it was more showing off then trying to intimidate at least to him.

      He then took his own blade off his belt. Igniting it the black blade snapped to life as the masked Sith then held it in a Soresu stance, the brace ready, as he held his blade just near his waist vertically and tight toward his body as he then placed his left foot back and put the other just a bit to his side. When Zena kept doing her spins and came close enough to strike at him he then blocked the strike at his left side pushing it down before the Sith Master then took a step to his right and came around her left before ducking with the step just slightly behind her. It was his way of studying his opponent. He would utilize the third form for a bit to study how she fought. That was what he did to all his opponents, Jedi and Sith alike.

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      With the right core pinned down, the sister lance was up by her left shoulder on a steep angle. Zena then pivoted on her left foot 30 degrees swinging her right foot back so they were parallel with each other while straightening her torso. She was then side on with her opponent. With the left beam having already been elevated from the previous action, Zena closed in with her left foot then adopted a diagonal strike to James' right trapezius muscle curving it in towards his throat.

      "Are you going to toy with me or fight?!" she roared with clenched teeth.

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      James then smirked as she then went side on with him. Cracking his neck he then watched her foot come at him, and he just took a step back from it as it then barely grazed the bottom of his chin. Not enough to hurt or sting but enough that her foot brushed against his chin. As she spat the words at him he then laughed. Not that it was a game to him he just wanted to figure out how she fought more than what she fought with. Holding his blade with the two handed grip of Soresu, he then stepped sideways locking eyes with her.

      "I could do both..." James said between the laughs, "...but that dear Zena was a test. I wanted to see your opening move. So, it was more of seeing how you fight then what you fight with. The movements...actions...you and I have fought many battles and learned much. Words to live by when facing me...next time you throw that foot at me...I'll cut it off!"

      With those words said he then held his blade in one hand before holding it up in the opening move of Makashi, before twirling it in a Makashi flourish. After that he then pressed forward and then came at her with a strike toward her left bicep before aiming another quick slash toward her bringing his saber up and down toward his left aiming it at her right thigh.

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      By stepping right for distance and raking the left core vertically Zena met the third zone, their blades collided showering them with plasma dust. She pushed it out past her left side for the parry. James then attacked her right thigh, zone five, as Zena then stepped back and captured his blade driving the right core diagonally offsetting it with a left push using the momentum of the attack. It was then her turn but first she had a few choice words to share with James.

      "STOP CALLING ME DEAR!!" Zena bellowed before adding, "If you think you can cut it off then do it! I dare you Sith Master!" she shed, a growl escaping her lips followed by a biting sneer.

      Zena decided to go for a butterfly flip to her right, the graceful move a prime example of Juyo. It rearranged the distance but Zena was just warming up. With a side flip to her left she then Force jumped at James, the right plasma beam gravitating to zone one or the head area while she was in mid air.
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      His attacks were parried but he thought as much that she would. James wasn't trying to cleave her he just wanted to see how she would defend against the Makashi strikes that he was aiming at her. Once she pushed his blade aside she then spoke the words at him with a bellow and dared him to cut off her leg. To which he would, if she was stupid enough to try that again. Juyo incorporated martial arts into the form, something he thought of as trying to hard. Anyone like him could cut off a limb with that form. That was why he refused to learn it or teach anyone the form. He thought of it as clunky.

      "Don't flatter yourself! You ain't the first one I've called that before!" James said, then added with a hint of dark power, "Next time I will cut it off if you use that clunky move!"

      The flip that she did he then stepped back from as was the pinacle of Makashi as he then ignited the other end of his blade. The other black core snapped to life as Zena then side flipped to her left which was his right side. Seeing that the hazel eyes of the Sith Master then kept focus on her as she then jumped at him as her blade aimed at his head. Side stepping out of the way he then turned his waist toward his left and made shallow slice at her left shoulder and aimed it down her back.

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      In mid-air Zena found herself in a vulnerable position. She silently cursed herself for employing the move which was easily side stepped. She was showing off and let her guard down. But she still had her wits about her and her experience instilled within her. The right blade had missed its target which left her with few options except one.

      When James' blade was extended towards her left bicep she reversed Rancor's Claw so the left blade which had already been by her left shoulder resulting from her previous attack was then moved to the targeted area, zone three. Zena shunted it out while landing with a half twist behind him. Her breathing was loud and with purpose as anger swept over her by James' sarcastic statement. The Sith Lordess then took the right blade angling it down with a hook from his right shoulder. She was cursing at him in a true to form mercenary demeanor, her roots since birth.

      Zena recalled the day when Darth Phantom wiped out her clan, saving her who he claimed as a hostage sensing her Force adept capabilities. He spirited her to the Sith Empire where she was trained under Dara's wing. She was greatful for the chance to serve but at times her merc ways got the best of her, especially in the heat of battle, whether it be a mocked one like sparring or an actual duel, she treated both the same.

      Summon me, and I shall lay siege onto thee...
      Raw power are the Sith bred of Mercenary roots.

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