Post by Setnos on Sept 9, 2010 23:22:53 GMT -6
-Darth_Altissimus- was for once without the wineglass, but he was doing what he usually did in the gardens at this hour, in the nighttime moonlight, he was collecting the nectar from certain flowers for extracts. The aging Sith did nothing to hide himself, as per usual, he just did his thing, he wasn't cocky, no, he just honestly didn't mind, he was not >>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> defenseless, and besides, few if any knew he even existed. And that pesky Jedi was no longer calling him for his knowledge of history...
Setnos the white robes shifted in the wind as he moved along. the gold trim catching the dim lighting as his eyes looked out from the darkness, reflecting the light like a beacon of hatred. He sensed sever force sensitive forms off in the distance. His pace coming to a stop as the coils of darkside energy around him loosened and expanded as if -c-
Setnos it were a large serpent that split into hundreds, all of them having tails that attached to Setnos in some way. Each was seeking out those worthy of dying by his blade. "Which of you is the strongest....?" He found a nautolan "Is it you...? No... " A gungan, "How about you...." Then one of the serpents came across the gardens and discovered -c-
Setnos the sense of a master. All at once they shot back to him and coiled back into a large serpent that was intertwined with the dark jedi. A smile cracked his face as his wrapped feet began to carry him towards the palace gardens.
-Darth_Altissimus- continued to milk the flower slowly, though he felt that he would not long be alone, and this was not just any presenece, for as it came closer, it was rather strong, a master? Hmmm...he doubted Miss Dawn was traking him down at this odd hour, and he continued to work on the flower, looking over his reading glasses, and awaited the approach>>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> of the newcomer, as he continued to fill the small vial....
Setnos the form of the white haired ancient Dark Jedi known as Setnos moved through Theed as if it belonged to him. Who would tell him otherwise. A master level aura of unease rose up around him to discourage anyone from hanging around during his approach... only one should remain where he was. The master he sensed. As the gardens came into view -c-
Setnos a few people would scurry off in a hurry... as if the devil himself was about to walk through the door. That was fine... he didn't need them in the way anyways. Once his frame reached the doorway he looked in with a rather warm smile "Ah... never saw *you* before... Are you as good with a saber as you are with gardening?"
-Darth_Altissimus- rose his eyebrows, having felt the wave of unease, and he smiled to himself, whomever approached wanted to be sure of what he faced, and so he stood and turned, corking the vial and putting in a pocket of his capacious cloak, arching a brow at the man who stood before, looking him over, "I have never met you either...do you have a name to >>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> accompany your charm?", he asked as he removed his reading glasses and cloak to reveal a rather non-descript silver light-sabre hilt at his hip, as he folded it and layed it upon the ground, "And I am accounted only a fair gardener...and a rather adept with a lightsabre", he said sarcastically, "Is this a challenge?", he asked, brushing>>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> dark hair from his face...
Setnos His hand would drop to his side and unclasp his platinum and electrum saber from his side. Electrum sabers being an ancient and now long dead tradtion of the jedi order... the were presented to only the highest rank jedi on the council. "Huh?.... I'm surprised you haven't been warned about me yet... The name's Dark Jedi Master Setnos." His -c-
Setnos his voice was low but it carried quite well. When he heard this one was good with a saber he only grinned wider. "Better be... or this won't be much fun will it." When asked if this was a challenge Setnos activated his saber, the silver blade hissing to life as his body moved into a perfect makashi stance. His feet at shoulder width apart, -c-
Setnos relaxed grip on his weapon, the blade would come up before him, vertical and then figure eight to point down at his side. This was a Makashi challenge and flourish.
-Darth_Altissimus- nodded, cocking his head slightly, "A Dark Jedi...a wonder I have not heard of you...", he told Setnos, "Darth Altissimus...", he told, the other man, lifting his sabre from his belt with his right hand and he brought his left hand to the hilt as well, bringing the blade up before him, point forward at a forty-five degree angle, a basic >>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> stance, bt it allowed him to be quick to react, and kept his body balanced, "Shall we dance?", he asked in his slow, thick drawl...
Setnos His grin widened once more and became wild as he dashed forward, leaping low to the ground, rolling forward at the end of this move and winding up in a crouch low to the ground , his saber shooting forward like a spear aimed at the others, gut but remaining in his hand. At the end of this jab, he'd be low to the ground, his knees bent, right-c-
Setnos leg forward, left one back, saber incorporating an over-hand grip.
-Darth_Altissimus- pivoted on his right foot, sliding his left foot back and to his right, Setnos' left, his sabre simultaneously rotating 180 degrees in an arc to his right, Setnos' left to bring his blade down to parry Setnos' Blade, then he rotated his blade outwards in an arc away from himself outwards and upwards to slice at Setnos where he was crouched...
Setnos That move was not a common one he saw now a days... this was something old... he actually had training. This would be fun! As his blade was smacked down, the Setnos lowered his arm, rotated his wrist so the blade tip was pointed down at an angle, and his arm would raise as he stood up. His blade crossing the other as his body braced the -c-
Setnos sparking sabers. Rotating his hand and his grip, his knees would bend as his blade slid around the other, keeping the silver blade between him and the siths' . He would then lunge forward, his arm extending as he does a short slice at Darth Altissimus, using his saber as a guide for the silver blade. Setnos had switched from Makashi to -c-
Setnos Vaapad. If this attack wasn't evaded, Setnos would cut him in a diagonal from shoulder to opposite bicep.
-Darth_Altissimus- felt his eyebrows rise, this man was arrogant, but rightly so, and while he detested open conflict, a real sabre duel was a good way to hone the senses, and as he thoguht this, he dropped his left shoulder, and angled his blade tip upwards to push Setnos' blade upwards and to his left, Setnos' right, then he dropped, bending at the knees, >>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> and brought his blade in a diagonal slash from his left to right, Setnos' Right to Left, to slice at Setnos' torso...
Setnos felt his blade pushed up and to the side, then saw the saber coming in at him. He only laughed and kicked with his feet, sending him over the blade safely, into a front flip over the sith. While upside down his blade would slash down at the sith aiming to cut his head open from his right eye and cheek to the back of his head. As Setnos landed-c
Setnos gracefully into a pivot to keep the sith infront of him he only offered a laugh. "this is so much fun!" his body now resting with one leg slightly forward, both legs bent at the knee, his right hand holding his saber before him with the blade pointing straight up... he had snapped into Ataru.
-Darth_Altissimus- insticntively with the force, as his orange blade
sliced through empty air, the dark shape of Setnos travelling over his head, he let his left leg go forward to pivot himself on the ball of his right foot, thanking himself for wearing nerf-hide soled boots, bringing his blade upwards over his right shoulder and head to parry the downwards >>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> slash at his head, and as Setnos' feet hit the ground, he stood again, and held his blade in his right hand at his side, point angled outwards by twenty degrees, "Yes, a rather delightful break in the monotony of evil...", he said slowly...
Setnos he would offer a smile, not the warm one from earlier... a more violent one filled with bloodlust. His hands would then lower to his waist, the blade pointing forward at a diagonal, knees only slightly bent. He gave a charge in to the sith as his blade lowered to his side and angled down behind him. As he came to a stop before the sith, his -c-
Setnos blade arched up from his right to left in an attempt to cut the man down from the siths' lower left to right shoulder.
-Darth_Altissimus- brought the bladehilt upwards, reversing his grip as he did so, bringing the left hand up to brace the hilt as he brought the blade up, turning his own body, pivoting on his left foot, swing his right foot forward and to his left, Setnos' right, his blade parying the blade and then angling outwards, point towards the area behind Setnos as he>>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> brought his swing back to attempt to slice the man in half at the waist...
Setnos as the blades crashed, his arm would rotate so the blade pointed up, his knees bending as the other moved, his whole body pivoting away from the strike as his blade moves up between him and the saber, crossing it. This sets him up for his next attack as he moves forward at an angle, moving behind the path of the last strike, and bringing his-c-
Setnos saber in at the the siths' neck and exposed shoulder with a rather aggressive Juyo strike.
-Darth_Altissimus- held the hilt with his left hand as he used his
thumb to mark his right hand's place on the hilt as he realligned it, and as the Dark Jedi brought his blade for his neck, he brought his right leg around, slightly dragging the toe of his boot like a dancer as he pivoted away from Setnos on the ball of his right foot, bringing his blade up at >>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> a thirty degree angle to parry the blade coming for his neck, then brought his own hilt in slightly, and shot slightly to his left, Setnos' right to stab at Setnos' sternum with the orange blade...
Setnos his torso rotates as his saber bounces off the orange blade and comes in from the opposite angle against the blade coming in at his chest, his right foot sliding forward as he leans in, attempting to squeeze between the sith and his orange blade. As if to bounce off the orange blade, his body twists towards the sith slashing at the siths' -c-
Setnos chest in a horizontal strike with an angle so slight it could be overlooked easily.
-Darth_Altissimus- didn't like being this close to an opponent, especially being a human in his sixties, and so when the blade flicked in his direction, he brought his left elbow up , angling his blade tip parallel to the ground, pulling the hilt back to swing upwards to knock away the oncoming blade, and then arc his blade outwards horizontally his blade >>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> shooting for Setnos' right armpit
Setnos As his blade felt pressure pushing it up, his finger would press a button to disengage the saber as he shot down to a crouch, the attack at his side passing over his head, his hands coming straight down the siths' front until the saber emitter was level with his solar plexus and angled up at a 30 degree angle. He then gave a wicked smirk and-c-
Setnos relit his silver blade.
-Darth_Altissimus- was caught slightly off guard when Setnos disengaged the saber, but when he did and re-engaged it, Darth Altissimus pivoted on his right foot, swinging back and away to his right, Setnos' left as the blade ignited, and as he held his blade in front of him, he brought it downwards to attmept to slice Setnos' hands off at the wrists...
-Darth_Altissimus- was caught slightly off guard when Setnos disengaged the saber, but when he did and re-engaged it, Darth Altissimus pivoted on his right foot, swinging back and away to his right, Setnos' left as the blade ignited, and as he held his blade in front of him, he brought it downwards to attmept to slice Setnos' hands off at the wrists...
Setnos as the orange blade came for his wrist he slid towards the sith and back so the blades would cross if they hit. his arm swinging to the left as he rose, creating a swipe at Darth Artissimuses' gut with an upward angle. "I had almost thought no one could match my skill... you're getting close. Don't let up on that defense!"
-Darth_Altissimus- pivoted on the balls of his feet as the blade came upwards, he dropped downwards and brought his blade, tip angled upwards as he used it to block the blade, then he pivoted to his right, bringing his blade in a sideways arc to his right, Setnos' left at Setnos' head, "I told you I was adept...I didn't say how adept...", he said facetiously...
Setnos this new attack was right on par with the skill he expected, his blade bouncing back from the attack once contact between the blades was made and his saber swung, point up to his left side, crossing the blades as he leans in closer to the sith. "Good! I like surprises! Who knows.... maybe I'll *loose* for a change!" His body then pivotted -c-
Setnos building up the kinetic energy of a high speed sledge hammer coming in at Darth Altissimuses' temple, it was an attempt to sever half his head from the siths' right to left.
-Darth_Altissimus- saw the pivot, and and brought his own blade arcing, point vertical as hh gripped the hilt with both hands to meet forve with force, pivoting on his right foot, his left swinging around, slightly farther out than his shoulder, and as the blades contacted, he then brought his own in a ninety degree arc to the left, Setnos' right slashing down>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> at Setno's head...
-Darth_Altissimus- : Setnos'**))
-Darth_Altissimus- : forve = force))
Setnos at the last second he would slide off to the side of the blade coming down at him so it'd pass his left side harmlessly, his own blade moving' off to the side as if to cross it just moments before he moved so now the blade lined up with the siths' wrists and was brought up sharply.
-Darth_Altissimus- pulled his wrists back to allow his blade to stop the upwards movement of the blade, keeping his blade between Setnos' head and his blade and then pushed off of his right leg as he swung his blade horizontally at Setnos' neck...
Setnos with a sharp pivot, his saber would arc down to slap the side of the orange blade heading for his neck, crossing it as his body pivots in towards the strike, his back leg swinging around as he keeps contact to offer the sith master a mule kick to the gut.
-Darth_Altissimus- brought his blade downwards to meet and slice off the swinging leg coming for his gut, pivtoting on his right foot to swing his left foot back and to the side, swinging his blade to his left and upwards, Setnos' right and upwards towards his left shoulder...
Setnos his leg yanked back under him to let the blade pass harmlessly by his foot. His body then pivotting towards the sith with his blade tip pointed up. "This is the first time in centuries that some one has been able to match me... I think I can stop holding back now." This is when his smile got wider and more wild. His eyes narrowed as the -c-
Setnos around him tightened close to his body in a master level dark rage. He could feel his hatred and anger welling up from within him... making everything seem slow and making the veins in his muscles protrude.
-Darth_Altissimus- arched a brow, holding back? Frelling hell...he was doing everything he could to keep up, and now he used the force, using Affect Senses/Mind to try and make Setnos not see Darth Altissimus, as though he were no longer there...though he braced himself anyway, his saber still at hand....
Setnos sensing the other drawing on the darkside, he grit his teeth in a wide smile and sent a master level force push at the sith in hopes of sending him flying back first into or through the fountain. "I came here to cross blades not play force-wizard!"
-Darth_Altissimus- was sent flying as his concentration was not on defense, not to mention, he sixty-some years old, and was panting heavily before being sent off of his feet, his last thought, idly wondering if Airin was carrying that blasted child...
Setnos seeing the sith master fly through a statue and land in a heap he gave a confused look and ended his rage. ".... Is that it?" his saber disengaged and he just gave a huff . "And to think... I thought you were on *my* level... such an anticlimatic ending..." he then turned and began to leave the gardens as the sith lay there bruised but alive.
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> defenseless, and besides, few if any knew he even existed. And that pesky Jedi was no longer calling him for his knowledge of history...
Setnos the white robes shifted in the wind as he moved along. the gold trim catching the dim lighting as his eyes looked out from the darkness, reflecting the light like a beacon of hatred. He sensed sever force sensitive forms off in the distance. His pace coming to a stop as the coils of darkside energy around him loosened and expanded as if -c-
Setnos it were a large serpent that split into hundreds, all of them having tails that attached to Setnos in some way. Each was seeking out those worthy of dying by his blade. "Which of you is the strongest....?" He found a nautolan "Is it you...? No... " A gungan, "How about you...." Then one of the serpents came across the gardens and discovered -c-
Setnos the sense of a master. All at once they shot back to him and coiled back into a large serpent that was intertwined with the dark jedi. A smile cracked his face as his wrapped feet began to carry him towards the palace gardens.
-Darth_Altissimus- continued to milk the flower slowly, though he felt that he would not long be alone, and this was not just any presenece, for as it came closer, it was rather strong, a master? Hmmm...he doubted Miss Dawn was traking him down at this odd hour, and he continued to work on the flower, looking over his reading glasses, and awaited the approach>>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> of the newcomer, as he continued to fill the small vial....
Setnos the form of the white haired ancient Dark Jedi known as Setnos moved through Theed as if it belonged to him. Who would tell him otherwise. A master level aura of unease rose up around him to discourage anyone from hanging around during his approach... only one should remain where he was. The master he sensed. As the gardens came into view -c-
Setnos a few people would scurry off in a hurry... as if the devil himself was about to walk through the door. That was fine... he didn't need them in the way anyways. Once his frame reached the doorway he looked in with a rather warm smile "Ah... never saw *you* before... Are you as good with a saber as you are with gardening?"
-Darth_Altissimus- rose his eyebrows, having felt the wave of unease, and he smiled to himself, whomever approached wanted to be sure of what he faced, and so he stood and turned, corking the vial and putting in a pocket of his capacious cloak, arching a brow at the man who stood before, looking him over, "I have never met you either...do you have a name to >>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> accompany your charm?", he asked as he removed his reading glasses and cloak to reveal a rather non-descript silver light-sabre hilt at his hip, as he folded it and layed it upon the ground, "And I am accounted only a fair gardener...and a rather adept with a lightsabre", he said sarcastically, "Is this a challenge?", he asked, brushing>>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> dark hair from his face...
Setnos His hand would drop to his side and unclasp his platinum and electrum saber from his side. Electrum sabers being an ancient and now long dead tradtion of the jedi order... the were presented to only the highest rank jedi on the council. "Huh?.... I'm surprised you haven't been warned about me yet... The name's Dark Jedi Master Setnos." His -c-
Setnos his voice was low but it carried quite well. When he heard this one was good with a saber he only grinned wider. "Better be... or this won't be much fun will it." When asked if this was a challenge Setnos activated his saber, the silver blade hissing to life as his body moved into a perfect makashi stance. His feet at shoulder width apart, -c-
Setnos relaxed grip on his weapon, the blade would come up before him, vertical and then figure eight to point down at his side. This was a Makashi challenge and flourish.
-Darth_Altissimus- nodded, cocking his head slightly, "A Dark Jedi...a wonder I have not heard of you...", he told Setnos, "Darth Altissimus...", he told, the other man, lifting his sabre from his belt with his right hand and he brought his left hand to the hilt as well, bringing the blade up before him, point forward at a forty-five degree angle, a basic >>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> stance, bt it allowed him to be quick to react, and kept his body balanced, "Shall we dance?", he asked in his slow, thick drawl...
Setnos His grin widened once more and became wild as he dashed forward, leaping low to the ground, rolling forward at the end of this move and winding up in a crouch low to the ground , his saber shooting forward like a spear aimed at the others, gut but remaining in his hand. At the end of this jab, he'd be low to the ground, his knees bent, right-c-
Setnos leg forward, left one back, saber incorporating an over-hand grip.
-Darth_Altissimus- pivoted on his right foot, sliding his left foot back and to his right, Setnos' left, his sabre simultaneously rotating 180 degrees in an arc to his right, Setnos' left to bring his blade down to parry Setnos' Blade, then he rotated his blade outwards in an arc away from himself outwards and upwards to slice at Setnos where he was crouched...
Setnos That move was not a common one he saw now a days... this was something old... he actually had training. This would be fun! As his blade was smacked down, the Setnos lowered his arm, rotated his wrist so the blade tip was pointed down at an angle, and his arm would raise as he stood up. His blade crossing the other as his body braced the -c-
Setnos sparking sabers. Rotating his hand and his grip, his knees would bend as his blade slid around the other, keeping the silver blade between him and the siths' . He would then lunge forward, his arm extending as he does a short slice at Darth Altissimus, using his saber as a guide for the silver blade. Setnos had switched from Makashi to -c-
Setnos Vaapad. If this attack wasn't evaded, Setnos would cut him in a diagonal from shoulder to opposite bicep.
-Darth_Altissimus- felt his eyebrows rise, this man was arrogant, but rightly so, and while he detested open conflict, a real sabre duel was a good way to hone the senses, and as he thoguht this, he dropped his left shoulder, and angled his blade tip upwards to push Setnos' blade upwards and to his left, Setnos' right, then he dropped, bending at the knees, >>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> and brought his blade in a diagonal slash from his left to right, Setnos' Right to Left, to slice at Setnos' torso...
Setnos felt his blade pushed up and to the side, then saw the saber coming in at him. He only laughed and kicked with his feet, sending him over the blade safely, into a front flip over the sith. While upside down his blade would slash down at the sith aiming to cut his head open from his right eye and cheek to the back of his head. As Setnos landed-c
Setnos gracefully into a pivot to keep the sith infront of him he only offered a laugh. "this is so much fun!" his body now resting with one leg slightly forward, both legs bent at the knee, his right hand holding his saber before him with the blade pointing straight up... he had snapped into Ataru.
-Darth_Altissimus- insticntively with the force, as his orange blade
sliced through empty air, the dark shape of Setnos travelling over his head, he let his left leg go forward to pivot himself on the ball of his right foot, thanking himself for wearing nerf-hide soled boots, bringing his blade upwards over his right shoulder and head to parry the downwards >>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> slash at his head, and as Setnos' feet hit the ground, he stood again, and held his blade in his right hand at his side, point angled outwards by twenty degrees, "Yes, a rather delightful break in the monotony of evil...", he said slowly...
Setnos he would offer a smile, not the warm one from earlier... a more violent one filled with bloodlust. His hands would then lower to his waist, the blade pointing forward at a diagonal, knees only slightly bent. He gave a charge in to the sith as his blade lowered to his side and angled down behind him. As he came to a stop before the sith, his -c-
Setnos blade arched up from his right to left in an attempt to cut the man down from the siths' lower left to right shoulder.
-Darth_Altissimus- brought the bladehilt upwards, reversing his grip as he did so, bringing the left hand up to brace the hilt as he brought the blade up, turning his own body, pivoting on his left foot, swing his right foot forward and to his left, Setnos' right, his blade parying the blade and then angling outwards, point towards the area behind Setnos as he>>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> brought his swing back to attempt to slice the man in half at the waist...
Setnos as the blades crashed, his arm would rotate so the blade pointed up, his knees bending as the other moved, his whole body pivoting away from the strike as his blade moves up between him and the saber, crossing it. This sets him up for his next attack as he moves forward at an angle, moving behind the path of the last strike, and bringing his-c-
Setnos saber in at the the siths' neck and exposed shoulder with a rather aggressive Juyo strike.
-Darth_Altissimus- held the hilt with his left hand as he used his
thumb to mark his right hand's place on the hilt as he realligned it, and as the Dark Jedi brought his blade for his neck, he brought his right leg around, slightly dragging the toe of his boot like a dancer as he pivoted away from Setnos on the ball of his right foot, bringing his blade up at >>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> a thirty degree angle to parry the blade coming for his neck, then brought his own hilt in slightly, and shot slightly to his left, Setnos' right to stab at Setnos' sternum with the orange blade...
Setnos his torso rotates as his saber bounces off the orange blade and comes in from the opposite angle against the blade coming in at his chest, his right foot sliding forward as he leans in, attempting to squeeze between the sith and his orange blade. As if to bounce off the orange blade, his body twists towards the sith slashing at the siths' -c-
Setnos chest in a horizontal strike with an angle so slight it could be overlooked easily.
-Darth_Altissimus- didn't like being this close to an opponent, especially being a human in his sixties, and so when the blade flicked in his direction, he brought his left elbow up , angling his blade tip parallel to the ground, pulling the hilt back to swing upwards to knock away the oncoming blade, and then arc his blade outwards horizontally his blade >>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> shooting for Setnos' right armpit
Setnos As his blade felt pressure pushing it up, his finger would press a button to disengage the saber as he shot down to a crouch, the attack at his side passing over his head, his hands coming straight down the siths' front until the saber emitter was level with his solar plexus and angled up at a 30 degree angle. He then gave a wicked smirk and-c-
Setnos relit his silver blade.
-Darth_Altissimus- was caught slightly off guard when Setnos disengaged the saber, but when he did and re-engaged it, Darth Altissimus pivoted on his right foot, swinging back and away to his right, Setnos' left as the blade ignited, and as he held his blade in front of him, he brought it downwards to attmept to slice Setnos' hands off at the wrists...
-Darth_Altissimus- was caught slightly off guard when Setnos disengaged the saber, but when he did and re-engaged it, Darth Altissimus pivoted on his right foot, swinging back and away to his right, Setnos' left as the blade ignited, and as he held his blade in front of him, he brought it downwards to attmept to slice Setnos' hands off at the wrists...
Setnos as the orange blade came for his wrist he slid towards the sith and back so the blades would cross if they hit. his arm swinging to the left as he rose, creating a swipe at Darth Artissimuses' gut with an upward angle. "I had almost thought no one could match my skill... you're getting close. Don't let up on that defense!"
-Darth_Altissimus- pivoted on the balls of his feet as the blade came upwards, he dropped downwards and brought his blade, tip angled upwards as he used it to block the blade, then he pivoted to his right, bringing his blade in a sideways arc to his right, Setnos' left at Setnos' head, "I told you I was adept...I didn't say how adept...", he said facetiously...
Setnos this new attack was right on par with the skill he expected, his blade bouncing back from the attack once contact between the blades was made and his saber swung, point up to his left side, crossing the blades as he leans in closer to the sith. "Good! I like surprises! Who knows.... maybe I'll *loose* for a change!" His body then pivotted -c-
Setnos building up the kinetic energy of a high speed sledge hammer coming in at Darth Altissimuses' temple, it was an attempt to sever half his head from the siths' right to left.
-Darth_Altissimus- saw the pivot, and and brought his own blade arcing, point vertical as hh gripped the hilt with both hands to meet forve with force, pivoting on his right foot, his left swinging around, slightly farther out than his shoulder, and as the blades contacted, he then brought his own in a ninety degree arc to the left, Setnos' right slashing down>>
-Darth_Altissimus- >>> at Setno's head...
-Darth_Altissimus- : Setnos'**))
-Darth_Altissimus- : forve = force))
Setnos at the last second he would slide off to the side of the blade coming down at him so it'd pass his left side harmlessly, his own blade moving' off to the side as if to cross it just moments before he moved so now the blade lined up with the siths' wrists and was brought up sharply.
-Darth_Altissimus- pulled his wrists back to allow his blade to stop the upwards movement of the blade, keeping his blade between Setnos' head and his blade and then pushed off of his right leg as he swung his blade horizontally at Setnos' neck...
Setnos with a sharp pivot, his saber would arc down to slap the side of the orange blade heading for his neck, crossing it as his body pivots in towards the strike, his back leg swinging around as he keeps contact to offer the sith master a mule kick to the gut.
-Darth_Altissimus- brought his blade downwards to meet and slice off the swinging leg coming for his gut, pivtoting on his right foot to swing his left foot back and to the side, swinging his blade to his left and upwards, Setnos' right and upwards towards his left shoulder...
Setnos his leg yanked back under him to let the blade pass harmlessly by his foot. His body then pivotting towards the sith with his blade tip pointed up. "This is the first time in centuries that some one has been able to match me... I think I can stop holding back now." This is when his smile got wider and more wild. His eyes narrowed as the -c-
Setnos around him tightened close to his body in a master level dark rage. He could feel his hatred and anger welling up from within him... making everything seem slow and making the veins in his muscles protrude.
-Darth_Altissimus- arched a brow, holding back? Frelling hell...he was doing everything he could to keep up, and now he used the force, using Affect Senses/Mind to try and make Setnos not see Darth Altissimus, as though he were no longer there...though he braced himself anyway, his saber still at hand....
Setnos sensing the other drawing on the darkside, he grit his teeth in a wide smile and sent a master level force push at the sith in hopes of sending him flying back first into or through the fountain. "I came here to cross blades not play force-wizard!"
-Darth_Altissimus- was sent flying as his concentration was not on defense, not to mention, he sixty-some years old, and was panting heavily before being sent off of his feet, his last thought, idly wondering if Airin was carrying that blasted child...
Setnos seeing the sith master fly through a statue and land in a heap he gave a confused look and ended his rage. ".... Is that it?" his saber disengaged and he just gave a huff . "And to think... I thought you were on *my* level... such an anticlimatic ending..." he then turned and began to leave the gardens as the sith lay there bruised but alive.