Waiting for the Jedi, waiting for a fight. Waiting to test his skills. Waiting in the open meadow. Just waiting.
ooc: to the top. Come on... no takers? Is everyone that afraid to fight me? :lol :p
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Darth Snack
There he stood, black cloak flowing in the slight breeze that made itself present. His hood was drapped down around and over his shoulders, his black hair swaying in the breeze as well.
Waiting for the Jedi, waiting for a fight. Waiting to test his skills. Waiting in the open meadow. Just waiting.
ooc: to the top. Come on... no takers? Is everyone that afraid to fight me? :lol :p
Waiting for the Jedi, waiting for a fight. Waiting to test his skills. Waiting in the open meadow. Just waiting.
ooc: to the top. Come on... no takers? Is everyone that afraid to fight me? :lol :p
Han Skywalker
OOC: i never saw the thread. you going down boyyeeee.....bump...c'mon snack....
IC: *Han smiled, as he watched snack from afar. He masked his force presence, and came up behind snack, then spoke*
"So, you still at it? Thought so. Would you like the privelege of attempting to best me today?"
*han used humour in most conversations to lighten the tone, even with sith.*
IC: *Han smiled, as he watched snack from afar. He masked his force presence, and came up behind snack, then spoke*
"So, you still at it? Thought so. Would you like the privelege of attempting to best me today?"
*han used humour in most conversations to lighten the tone, even with sith.*
Darth Snack
ooc: Patience, Jedi. Didn't ya learn that lesson in the academy? 
Seriously, though.. I'll be slow at replying to a lot of my RP's I am in this week and most of next...
IC:
"Your humor is unwanted, nor that funny, Jedi."
Snack had heard the footsteps through the grass of this person. He knew it would have had to been a Jedi because no regular passer-byer would ever approch the Sith Lord, and if it were a Sith Snack would already be dead.
Turning around to face the person, Snack tapped into his mind searching for a name. Bingo.
"Jedi Knight, Han Skywalker... a most famous name... you shuold wear it with pride... along with your own hidden abilities..." The Sith Lord smiled as he looked down at the Jedi. "And I doubt it would be an attempt, Skywalker."
Seriously, though.. I'll be slow at replying to a lot of my RP's I am in this week and most of next...IC:
"Your humor is unwanted, nor that funny, Jedi."
Snack had heard the footsteps through the grass of this person. He knew it would have had to been a Jedi because no regular passer-byer would ever approch the Sith Lord, and if it were a Sith Snack would already be dead.
Turning around to face the person, Snack tapped into his mind searching for a name. Bingo.
"Jedi Knight, Han Skywalker... a most famous name... you shuold wear it with pride... along with your own hidden abilities..." The Sith Lord smiled as he looked down at the Jedi. "And I doubt it would be an attempt, Skywalker."
Han Skywalker
" i should, and do. the council may believe my methods to be too brash to teach to young ones, but i can still act as peacemakeer in the galaxy. i suppose you'll be wanting to kill me now?"
*Han mocked*
*Han mocked*
Darth Snack
"So, you assume that I would just go right ahead and slay you, without valid reason? Ha! Han, my boy, you have been misinformed about the Sith... Well, at least about me. I have a calm head. I do not jump hastily to conclusions. It's not my way."
Snack smiled as he kept his gaze on the Jedi. Quickly, the Lord took his overcloak off and tossed it to the side. Around his waist he wore a belt, containing one small cylinder, and one long hanging down.
"No, I'm afraid I won't kill you now. I just want to see how good the Jedi are these days."
With a snap hiss sound, a teal plasma blade extended to life.
Snack smiled as he kept his gaze on the Jedi. Quickly, the Lord took his overcloak off and tossed it to the side. Around his waist he wore a belt, containing one small cylinder, and one long hanging down.
"No, I'm afraid I won't kill you now. I just want to see how good the Jedi are these days."
With a snap hiss sound, a teal plasma blade extended to life.
Han Skywalker
*Han's saber was in his hand and on, directly after Snacks came off his belt. The auburn blade hummed. Han waited on Snack, to make the first move, as jedi never strike first.*
"quite good, in fact"
"quite good, in fact"
Darth Snack
"Then show me."
The Sith Lord advanced on the Jedi, his saber pointing straight out aimed for Han's heart.
The Sith Lord advanced on the Jedi, his saber pointing straight out aimed for Han's heart.
Han Skywalker
*Han whirled around, and batted Snack's saber away with his, then kicked snack in the chest, and flipped backwards*
"How was that?"
"How was that?"
Darth Snack
Snack stumbled back a bit, quickly regaining his breath.
"Weak."
He sneered as he once again preformed a simplistic slash. His teal blade was fended off by Han's own lightsaber. The two exchanged attacks, not really looking for a kill, but to tests for weaknesses and the like.
One was found by Snack. The repetative attacks came in a sequence repeated over and over again by the two. The Force told them where the blade would appear, and told where they should block. After the second time through the series of attacks, Snack found himself to cut away from the Force. That would create a great advantage for the Jedi. The Sith Lord would not let it happen. But maybe the Jedi was going through the same proccess. Only one way to find out.
Snack brought his saber horizontally in towards Han's chest, like he had twice before. As suspected, Han went to block the blade. Smirking, Snack opened himself up to the Force once more. He stopped mid swing of his attack, allowing Han's momentum to carry him forward as he expected an attack. Snack dropped his blade lower than Han's and cut upwards and across, his lightsaber cutting through Han's clothing and cutting across the chest. The smell of burnt skin immediately filled the Sith's nose as he pulled back.
"Weak."
He sneered as he once again preformed a simplistic slash. His teal blade was fended off by Han's own lightsaber. The two exchanged attacks, not really looking for a kill, but to tests for weaknesses and the like.
One was found by Snack. The repetative attacks came in a sequence repeated over and over again by the two. The Force told them where the blade would appear, and told where they should block. After the second time through the series of attacks, Snack found himself to cut away from the Force. That would create a great advantage for the Jedi. The Sith Lord would not let it happen. But maybe the Jedi was going through the same proccess. Only one way to find out.
Snack brought his saber horizontally in towards Han's chest, like he had twice before. As suspected, Han went to block the blade. Smirking, Snack opened himself up to the Force once more. He stopped mid swing of his attack, allowing Han's momentum to carry him forward as he expected an attack. Snack dropped his blade lower than Han's and cut upwards and across, his lightsaber cutting through Han's clothing and cutting across the chest. The smell of burnt skin immediately filled the Sith's nose as he pulled back.
Han Skywalker
*Han fell back, slowly healing with the force, but stunned. He regrouped for a second, then snaked his foot out and tripped snack, knocking snack onto the ground, and his saber cluttering away. Han dropped and put his back on his belt, after punching snack in the face.*
"Yours too, was also weak."
ooc: bump, snack, geez, 2 WEEKS???
"Yours too, was also weak."
ooc: bump, snack, geez, 2 WEEKS???