<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Corran felt more than saw Chikami flip over him. Using the force to quicken his speed he dropped down to the ground as chikami kicked out at him. Just as chikami's foot passed over his head Corran grabbed it and tried to flip chikami forward.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"Are you to scared to come at me from the front coward?" he asked

His body was forced under a severe strain of twisting and turning and spinning and rotating like he had not done since the days on Hevatha, but in a way it felt good to do so. Every time there was a flick of his wrist or a pull of his arms there was an opposite force for his weapon to crash against and sputter sparks from.

And so this went on for minutes on end until the emperor caught the red blade low, and twirled it upward, where he held it, black on red, as were the emperor's pupiless eyes glaring at Malice.

He had his chance to surrender already, he would not get a second.

Yet.

In lightning fast speed he lifted his left hand, and shot out that pale blue white electricity...aimed directly for the Sith's face at point blank range.

Luckily for Malice, his saber was already up infrontof his face, being held against Fearsons. His senses picked up the quick build upof energy and with a twist of his wrist he batted away Fearsons blade, bringing up the other side of his saber just in time to abosrb the lightning. Backng away Malice grinned.


*Very good Emperor. You should re-think about joining the darkside. Bring the empire back to the darkness Fearsons.....where it belongs*


Holding out one hand, malice began to channel his force energy into his palm. Visualizing a raging fire, a ball of fire soon appeared in his hand, and it was growing. The fireball soon became twice the size of a humans head. When it had gotten that big Malice looked at the emperor and snorted.

*Here, a present for the Emperor*

Malice unleashed the fireball. Sending it towards Fearsons.

Feeling Corran grab his leg Chikami couldn't much about it as he is pulled around and slammed against the ground. Recovering quickly Chikami looked Corran dead in the eyes.

"I fear nothing. Not even the overwhelming power of the darkside."

Launching himself at Corran Chikami grapples him and drags him to the ground.

Vonta Horn sees that she Needs to take the floor. One jedi is good two are better when it comes to fighting a sith. Even if one of them is a diffent breed of jedi.

She pull on the force Drawing on her aiki abilities. Her body glows blue for a moment and then fades the light culmenating in her hands. Unarmed Aiki force combat increases all of her physical attributes and allows for one to fight a foe with a light saber bare handed. She leaps from her roost flying down at the two combattants.

"Now childeren, play Nice!" She Moves under the two grappleing bodys. She Gets corran by the arm and flings him to the side useing his own momentum. Spining about she spins about in one fluid move her glowing empowered fist landing a upper cut to Chikama.

If the two wanted to fight unarmed all the better for her.

"I do not know how you got out allive sith but this time we settle our differences."

She was about to make another assault when she felt some thing familiar from the first padawan that the Sith was grappleing with. As if they had some sort of deeper connection then she knew. Vonta Horn was Momentarily suprised and uncharecteristically distracted.

Chikami recovers from the uppercut quickly and taking adavntage of the situation Chikami lands a hard right hook against Vonta's jaw.

"Have you no honor Jedi? Interrupting a saber fight without consent from the parties involved. You sicken even myself and not much gets to me. Single combat is the only true way to deal with your enemies. Take yourself and leave this field of battle before I make you leave."

Looking back over to Corran Chikami speaks again "And you...I woldn't put it past you cowardly Jedi to be calling for help."

Re-setting his jaw Chikami spits out a mouthful of blood staining the ground red.

Vonta cursed herself for letting her guard down. Her connection to this one caught her off guard.

"Honor is for those that have honor sith. You killed many people before I put a stop to your reign of terror." She recalled the man that was torn to pieces in the hanger bay. A grusume attack.

"The way I see it you and I have unfinished bussiness." She looked at the Other Horn. There was a small resemblance between the two.

Just as his Hvethen teachers had always told him:

When all else fails, grab him and beat him to the ground.

Those words could never have ranged so true for the emperor as that enormous fireball sped his way. Compressing the air around him he managed to suffocate out most of it, causing the flames to singe around him and cause quite the pain...but nothing more than a few burns.

But alas, Malice was dreary from such a move, and the Shadow Jedi was ready to act on such. Bucking up his strength he made a full on bull charge, dodging the first swipe Malice made for him, and thus with all the strength he could muster, he slammed his weapon into that scarlet saber, batting it asside.

That gave just enough time for the ancient man to leap atop Malice, grabbing at his wrist and meanwhile frantically moving his fingers for that switch on the enemy's lightsaber, his own on the ground now, deactivated from the deadman's switch.

All the while the crimson-eyed man smashed his own forehead against Malice, again...and again...and again, smothering him, biting him, smashing him, trying to deactivate that evil weapon.

Malice was caught totally off guard.

Malice was indeed caught off guard. As the two fell to the ground, Malice could feel the painful headbutts from Fearsons. His nose was busted now that was for sure, the amount of blood running down his face was proof of that. Aside from that, Malice thrown his saber to the side, not wanting to risk him falling on his own saber and dying because of it. The sith knight indured the the rather strange attacks from Fearsons, bite marks, the throbbing pain from being smushed. Then Malice had enough.


Drawing on the imense pain he felt, Malice gave himself an extra boost of power. He quickly rolled over and was now ontop of Fearsons. Twisting his wrists free so he now held the Emperor's wrists.

*Damn you Fearsons.....tha hurt*

It was his turn now to do some damage. Malice let go of Fearsons hands and began to throttle him with wild, but force enhanced punches.


*DIE....DIE EMPEROR*

His anger was on the rise now.

The battle had transformed into savagery, and the emperor had been forced to survive his earlier life on savagery. Suddenly all the training from his Hvethen heritage returned, from the times he spent as a pit fighter. He knew what he had to do.

"Get off of me!" he screamed out. Malice was too focused on finesse, he was too much of a Sith to make do with the savagery the emperor knew from long past. While the darker man gripped onto his wrists, those ruby eyes flared their primitivity. Fearsons grabbed onto whatever he could of Malice, and squeezed. But not like a normal squeeze of a fighter, or like a mother to her babe. Rather he clawed, and gouged, and pulled and tugged and pinched. He reached up and literally bit down into the exposed flesh, blood pouring over both of them from the clawing and the thrashing.

His legs beat up against his opponent, smashing his knees as hard as he could, a ferocity unseen, but still...with anger quelled. It was not rage that consumed the emperor now, but rather a need to survive, a need to throw him off.

But then, as quickly as it had come, the ferocity faded, and Malice was now distracted by the pain. That was all the time the emperor needed to lift out one of his hands, activating Malice's dropped lightsaber...and making it swing directly toward the exposed Sith.