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Mar 14, 2012 18:40:15 GMT -8
Post by Marekis Mudane on Mar 14, 2012 18:40:15 GMT -8
Jeluvitas was loosing his edge. Marekis manuevered through the lances with ease. He saw a lance block his path between him na dhis master and one was approaching quite quickly behind him. He leaped into the air over both the lance and his master. He activated his saber and stabbed it at his back.
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Mar 17, 2012 20:00:55 GMT -8
Post by Darth Jeluvitas on Mar 17, 2012 20:00:55 GMT -8
jeluvitas retracted his hand immediately and turned to catch the saber as it was thrust at him, draining it in the process. he then reduced the energy in his hand so that it would still shock on contact, but wouldn't completely incinerate anything he touched, while he threw a punch directly at his apprentice's head.
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Mar 17, 2012 23:11:17 GMT -8
Post by Marekis Mudane on Mar 17, 2012 23:11:17 GMT -8
Marekis startled by the punch moved his body out of the way. Instantly after, he grabbed down his arm, being careful not to touch the hand. With his other hand he grabbed his shoulder. Can't let him get away again. It's time.
"I can't let you go Master. You trained me for this. Wasn't this your plan?"
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Mar 19, 2012 20:03:21 GMT -8
Post by Darth Jeluvitas on Mar 19, 2012 20:03:21 GMT -8
"i trained you to be stronger than me, and you are not. i have learned to manipulate hyperspace itself. i was defeated by the emperor, but now i am stronger than ever!"
Jeluvitas' stared at his apprentice like a crazed animal. then his eyes turned from blue to red. his hand disapeared at the wrist, and apeared grasping his apprentices head from above, sending a blast of lightning through his body.
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Mar 19, 2012 21:04:39 GMT -8
Post by Marekis Mudane on Mar 19, 2012 21:04:39 GMT -8
Marekis' body shuttered as lightning shot through his every cell. Tearing himself apart from the inside out. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he tried to scream but nothing came out. He shuttered a slight and forced a couple words out of his throat. He stared at his master with trembling eyes.
"You are much stronger than me master. And I bow to your power. But there is one thing you forget..."
Marekis pushed as much of his force power in his center. He was fulled by murder, by blood bid farewell. He eyes locked to his master as he shout to the world around.
"I am absolutely insane!!!"
The sound of lightning was muted from the air, interrupted by the sounds of flesh being torn and seared. The fresh scent of scorched skin wafted through the space around them, and all eyes dropped to the center of Marekis stomach, where a now searing saber of red stabbed through, impaling his master, once and for all. Marekis bit his lip as he coughed up blood into his master face. He laughed and a wicked smile curled into place. He stared down at his master knowing this was his final moments. This was it.
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Mar 19, 2012 21:18:57 GMT -8
Post by Darth Jeluvitas on Mar 19, 2012 21:18:57 GMT -8
jeluvitas was shocked by the saber stabbing straight into his chest. he looked down to see the wound. he looked back up as his eyes began to dim. with his last breath, he carried out his final plan to defeat death itself. he couldnt die. there was no one to carry on the legacy of bane after him. his apprentice was too unstable to follow the original tennants of bane, so it would fall to him. his eternal duty. his body exploded in a blast of force energy with his death. when the dust cleared, all that was left as the dust cleared was his hand, glowing blue and red at first but eventually darkening to black.
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Mar 19, 2012 21:31:44 GMT -8
Post by Marekis Mudane on Mar 19, 2012 21:31:44 GMT -8
Marekis flew backwards from the blast. His body rolled on the ground landing on his back, saber pointing into the sky. He stared down at it and laughed. But it felt empty. He silenced himself as he reached into his bleeding wound and screaming out, ripped the saber planted within his stomach. It took a lot of planning, but it came down to the madder sith. He sat himself up and threw the saber off to the side. It served it's purpose. He brought himself to his feet and stumbled over to his masters ash ridden corpse. Within the ash he spotted his masters hand. His power. His legacy. It could all be his. Marekis stared darkly at it. neutrally at the tool. And in a hazy reply he kicked it in it's ash grave and turned his back on it. He would have his own strength. It would be his own. And with it he would conquer many men and women across the galaxy. He found a hill to sit at and waited. For a time he had waited for this. For a time to sit and wait. To think. And enjoy his victory for what it was. This victory was much more important than most. It was a triumph. But more importantly he needed time to heal. This wound would definitely leave a scar. A reminder. A trophy.
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