The Rebel Faction

OOC: Chikami do you have a special dagger? Like is it Force enhanced so that lightsabers can't cut through it?

IC: Jordan was surprised to see what the other Jedi did for him. He landed about a meter away. He had a couple of moments to call on the Force for strength and to clean the wounds he had.

But soon he had to fight once again. The other Sith, who was watching over the battle, jumped down from where he was standing and started swinging his dagger. Luckily Jordan still had his lightsaber ignited after slashing the other Sith. He parried and blocked and blocked and parried. He was getting too tired.

He called on the Force and got rid of some of his pain and tiredness. Now he could last a few minutes longer.

Kenshin gave a slight sigh of relief when he watched Ky-Vin dig himself out of the debris. Though he had aquired a few saber wounds and countless bruises, he was still able to get up. Kenshin nodded when Ky-Vin motioned him to follow.

As they raced through the halls, Kenshin took the time to take another note of the Force signatures in the area. He immediately noticed that a few presences were quite near. Infront of the Academy to be precise. Logray, Jordan, and someone else who wasn't as strong. There were two Dark ones with them as well.

He hoped that he and Ky-Vin would be able to stop them.

OOC: the lack of evidence to the contrary ..


IC:


Perrin's ears stopped ringing just then (after running smack dab into the force created invisible wall and and getting his gut kicked in) catching the tail end of the Jedi Master's question.


Assuming she's a Jedi Master.... that kick was pretty vicious.... damned Jedi boots..

He had to catch himself the pain in his arm suddenly becoming sharp as blood dripped from his wound onto the cold floor which momentarily distracted his mind and he almost reached out to steady himself on the Jedi's saber.


Would have sliced my digits off now..


The Jedi's face was a sight to behold as it was all scrunched up in a snarled appearance.


This woman reeks of hate..


..and at that thought, Perrin decided to take his own sweet time in gathering his wits. The anger would drive the woman to impatience and, to be honest, he really didn't care what she felt..


Women are too emotional anyway...


"I was trying to check out a book from the library when two padawans jumped me..." he started out in a rather indigant voice.


His blatant lie of course only drew more snarls from the Jedi and he mentally sighed.

His own saber was called back to his hand, the active blade partially pointed up as he very slowly got up.

His motion causing the Jedi to tighten her grip on her weapons.

Suddenly Perrin stretched out both arms, his empty hand open and shouted to no one in particular, "WHAT THE FRELL DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M DOING?"

This eyes narrowed and his body tensed. He felt the Master's overwhelming aura as his own perceptions (however limited) began to glide across the wall... finding details not previously known.

"Here.. catch." and Perrin suddenly tossed the active lightsaber straight at the Master's face...

He tried to toss it over the arc of her outstrectched saber wondering if a persons natural instinct to bring their hands up to block their face would be the act of the Jedi woman.


In any event, he didn't wait around to find out... Bolting for a wall, his hands reached out to the piping running up and down it's length.

As the new Skywalker attempted to jump back into the melee, Lupercus snarled, his sabres hanging off his belt. Feral instinct taking over, Lupercus pounced at the Jedi as he tried to make his way back to the cripple, tackling him full speed from the side. His sabre was knocked from his hands and as they stopped rolling, Lupercus began to pummel the Jedi, the Force enhancing the speed and power of his blows. As skywalker reeled, Lupercus rose his hands up together for a joint blow to his head that would send the Jedi into uncoinciousness.

Lupercus reeled back slightly as the Jedi somehow managed to contortion himself to headbutt the Sith. As the Jedi reached for his sabre, Lupercus had regained his composure, his hands moving towards the Jedi as the Jedi began to swing. The faster of the two, the Sith Knights hands clasped the Jedi's, one grabbing his wrist, the other his hand. Lupercus' eyes narrowed as he applied increased pressure to Skywalkers hands.

"Or not..."

Suddenly a crack was heard from Skywalkers wrist as Lupercus' rage built up.