The Rebel Faction

yada yada, Whatever happened to patient Jedi? :p


ic:

Snack spat at Han's feet as the Jedi spoke. Reaching out with his right hand, the Sith Lord grabbed a hold of one of Han's ankles and twisted and lurched it, sending him hard into the ground as well.

Rolling to his side, Snack rose slowly to his feet. His hand searched his face where Han had struck him, feeling the throbbing site for any cuts that might have been left behind. None. Calling for his saber through the Force, Snack stuck his left hand out, palm open, awaiting for its metallic feel. Once caught, he thumbed the ignition switch allowing the teal blade to extent once more.

He slowly circled his prey as it picked itself off the ground, dusting himself off. His eyes caught Snack with his saber out and instictively reached for his own.

"What say you to a match of skills? Swordsmanship skills. No Force moves, no cheap kicks or punches: just the story of the blade."

"Good."

Snack thumbed the power switch of his single blade saber, causing the teal energy beam to disipate into nothing. He clipped it back onto its resting place on his belt and rached around to unlclip his other saber, his special dual blade. Bringing it around in front of him with a few spins, he thumbed both power switches, watching the straking orange lights as the hilt twirled in his hands. He stopped the movement, holding the dual blade infront of him with both hands, both blades ready and humming with anticipation.

A smirk became visable as the Sith Lord charged in, bringing his right blade arcing towards Han's neck.