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As hr continued to manipulate his own power he was now more aware than ever before as he sensed the fighting going on clearly and he smiled. He could feel both Revan's power and Nalean's raw fury. These were acomapanied by the feeling of power and comtempt in the Jedi and he could not have Revan and Nalean held in contempt.

 

Sypher got out of his bed and opened the door slowly. He then looked out and walked in the directipon the fighting was in. As he walked along he gaged which fight would need attention and although both seemed alright the one who did need more help he believed to be Nalean.

 

When he approched the battle he took the long black handle from behind him and held it never ignigting it as he steped close enough to where if she were to be ibn trouble he couyuld step in.

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Her quarry begins to run away, but she doesn't pursue at first. Instead, she stands there, absorbing the Force, combing through it, thinking. What's going on? There seems to be a flurry of uncertainty, of activity. Pulling the Force around her, putting herself into a fullout rage, she feels her senses and speed increase. She trails after the Jedi, wondering what exactly is going on.

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He smiles feeling the force around her, she was strong, stronger than she realized. Sypher grined and made the power inside him pulse in his legs and he sped by catching up with him and yet no force enregy coud be sensed on him for it was not around him as it was with Nalean but this force power was now inside him.

 

"Having fun are we?" He grinned at her softly as he moved with her at the same speed. "Well know Nalean won't you finish him quickly he is hardly worth playing with" He grinned at her and pulled ahead of her.

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She chuckles at Sypher's words and nods. He was right. Slowing her rapid gait down, she reaches out, searching for her enemy. What a tricky little . . .

 

She could feel the warmth of a living organism, rather high up and tucked away. There was no force power eminating from it . . . Sneaky little Jedi.

 

Sure it had to be the Jedi, she honed in with her instincts, primative hunting knowledge pacing her steps as the Force guided her on. For a living entity to not have the Force flowing through them meant one of two things: a fabled beast that feeds on the force, or a Jedi blocking off their force powers. But a force-fed creature was like a slipstream for the Force, there was no holding areas, no ledges for the Force to catch onto; with a normal creature, however . . .

 

It had to be the Jedi. A living thing without the Force, but off which the Force could bounce . . . it had to be him. She could feel her body becoming exhausted with her prolongued, heightened rage, but it was just a little more that she had to push herself, just a bit further that she had to go.

 

Drawing herself up, dragging up the last scraps of energy and Force powers she could, she leapt, hopefully facing her quary for the last time.

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She came up, hand reaching for her sabre, it starting to fly into her hand. Then she felt something near her face. In her face. With a groan, the kick hit home and she flew back, time speeding up in a jolt and then settling to normalicy. She felt herself falling, but hit a massive metal tube or some sort of bizarre structure before she came close to the floor.

 

That jarred her. Shaking her head as she began to bounce off it, she gathered the Force and latched on. Crouching against it, she glowered at her prey, ignoring the blood dribbling over her lips, the burning sharpness of a broken nose. Instead, she built it all up and focused it in her spring. She launched herself up at her enemy, very nearly flying to him, sabre extended and lighting as she landed in his hiding spot.

 

"Very good, Jedi," she hissed, spraying blood, "but it was you I was to taste, not myself." She pushed out with the Force, trying to unseat him, put him off balance, as she struck with her sabre.

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Nalaen jumps off the perch and lands lightly on the ground, knees bend, hand sweeping the grit on the floor. Her cowl fell back as she stood and brushed herself off. Now she gazed at her prey. She knew that to watch him was idiocy, that she had to take this very moment to kill him. Thinking was stupid, mercy was death: kill him, kill him now!

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Sypher smiled at her as she did this. He had seen an elegancy and beauty when she was fighting he had not noticed before. Or maybe it was his new power, it had opened his eyes to see the world in a different light as if he had just know been able to see colors after a lifetime without it. He slowly walked up and brushed against her and whispered into her ear softly.

 

"Kill the Jedi Nalean do it Nalean if you must let the force seduce let it not be unsatisfied." He said this very elegantly and yet almost seductivly.

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(((Which is exactly why I showed weakness and didn't strike you down right away like I normally would have ^_^ I have to give you a chance to respond and defend, which is why I'm trying to prolong this o_o)))

 

She ignites her sabre, looking up at Sypher. The Force is flowing off him; she can feel it. She misjudged him earlier. He had had potential she had overlooked in his weakness. As a living being, he was fallible, she had to know that and realise that he himself could find his true potential.

 

It seemed that he had. A smile touches her lips as her eyes close slowly. Her head turns back to her victim, her sabre lifting up to deliver the fatal stroke. Now she knew that this was her fate. That she was supposed to have left the academy and stay with Sypher. This is what the Gods and the Force wrote for her, and continued to write; her dark War Gods watched with eager eyes as she felt complete and true with the Force for the first time in her life.

 

Death was beautiful.

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(((Okay!!! Sorry, I have a thick german head -_-)))

 

Her blade came down, the lust of the kill welling up inside her. Red humming filled her ears as the desire to rip her victims corpse open after disecting him filled her mind.

 

Her blade halted a millimetre from his flesh. The Force was nearly choking her in its intensity. Suddenly a thought drove deep into her mind and settled there before she could dislodge it.

 

"Join us," she hissed, her lips slightly stiff from the amount of drying blood on them. She wiped her mouth and flakes of blood flecked onto her hand, then down to the floor. The Force was telling her something, putting it in her mind. She would gladly kill him, but an ally would be so much better . . . in most ways. She was still being denied a completed hunt, but her ancestors would forgive her that for today. The ends of her sabre thrummed as they went down and disappeared. She tucked it away, put her hands to her nose and winced slightly as she reset her nose. Sniffing, she tasted blood.

 

Her head cocked as she stared down at her quarry, her lowered cowl showing her bloodstained and tattooed face. "Well, Jedi? Would you join us -- you certainly gave me a fight, and that I can respect. It's actually quite simple," she said casually, stepping over him, eyes blazing with eagerness, "Join us, or I'll take my time taking you apart."

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Sypher walked up to her and got close to her layoing his hand on her shouylders he again whispered to her.

 

"Are you sure this is wise Nalean? Not all Jedi can be drawn to the Dark side and if a connection to a single person is strong enough it can pyull him back to the light."

 

He brushed some hair from her face his touch softly brushing her skin.

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(((Damn it, that doesnt make it any fun. Because if you were unconscious, I would have to kill you. Plus, what kinda Jedi get's knocked out so easily -_- Wake up damn it before I start kicking you ><)))

 

She bites her lip as her eyes meet Syphers.

 

"The Force is telling me so. If he's turned properly, anyone who tries to turn him back will die. And the closer they were to him, the better a test it would be for him to prove his loyalty. No, if he turns, it will be fine." Her eyes sparkled as she licked her lips, tasting her own blood. Wipes some off her mouth with the sleeve of her robe.

 

Thinking for a moment, she continues: "If he turns, then so be it. But if he proves to be difficult, I will slay him and rip out his heart."

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Smiles and casts lighting at the silly Jedi.

 

"Because you'll die otherwise." Crouches down beside him. "If you join the Sith, imagine the power. The Force in it's purest, rawest form, not the filtered nicities of the Jedi's unrealistic world, but truth and passion. Open your eyes man! See beyond the pipedreams, past the barely veiled lies, and join us. You have skills, you have power -- you survived an encounter with me. Skills like yours should not go to waste."

 

She shrugged then. "But if you want simplicity as I know you Jedi so say you love, then join or die."

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