Malice merely grinned as the pillar of cold fire came rushing towards him.

*Nice little attack Gash. But i know you can do better*

Stepping backwards, Malice used his wings to help him back away from the fire. It was getting ever so closer. Stopping in his tracks, Malice turned. There infront of him was a rather large boulder.

(This should be enough)

He thought to himself. Wrapping his hands around the boulder, Malice gave a tiny nudge with the force and the rock lifted off the ground. Turning around once more,the pillar was closing in fast. Using his strength he flung the boulder forward right into the path of the fire.

Malice waited to see what would happen.

Gash kept his hands in the forward position, adding more Force strength to the beam of blue fire. It continued forward, picking up pace. It struck the rock at full force, icing the boulder instantly. The rock tumbled to the ground, shattering into a million shards.

As the beam blazed onwards, closing on Malice fast, Gash picked up the icy rock shards in the Force, sending the sharp pieces flying unerringly at Malice. In seconds, the shards and the beam would strike...

"You can't dodge this one..."

Malice growled at Gash's remark.

*Ohh i have no intention of dodging this attack*

Putting up his two hands Malice drew on the force inside him extending it outward. In a bright blaze, a wall of fire rose infront of Malice, It was a shield to be more exact.

*Fight fire with fire is what i always say*

Still keeping one hand up he shoved the other one down into the ground. This would be his last ditch effort using the force to aid him. After this he would have to use brute force to take down his opponent. Concentrating on the force, Thick roots suddenly sprang up aroud Gash grabbing him by his feet, arms, and neck. They began to pull him towards the ground tightening there grip. Hopefully this would cause him to lose his hold on the bue fire.

The pilar of destruction mde contact with Malice fire shield. They battled against each other in a colorful blaze. Malice could only hope his shield would hold long enough for the vines to cause Gash to lose his concentration.

Gash struggled with all his strength to keep his hands forward, urging his blue beam of fire onwards into Malice's shield. The shield began to implode slowly, shrinking in on Malice...

But Gash's hands began to spread, and his beam began to lose concentration. He fought hard, eyes never leaving Malice, but the roots were too strong. Physically, he was not strong enough to-

That was it. Don't fight it physically.

With the song of air being split ringing, Gash's reached out in the Force, turning around the remaining frozen rock shards to fling back at him. A risky venture, but in a moment, it paid off; the sharp edges sliced the vines, and Gash once again poured his full concentration into the flame of blue fire.

His Force energy still soaring from the absorbation of Malice's earlier flame attack, the icy blaze cut deeply into the fire shield. Slowly, slowly, it shrank around Malice... closing...

Then it broke, and the horizontal pillar of blue fire struck Malice.

Malice was engulfed in the fire pillar. Heat and ice beating him as he fell to the ground. The was singing his skin, only his rough scales had saved him from further burns. The ice had began to cut Malice here and there on his body.

*AARRRRGGHHHHH*

Was all he let out as he was beng ravged by the attack. He tried as best he could to block out the pain while drawing on it and his hatred for Gash.

*S-so...this is...your power. V..very impress...ive*

Was all he muddered outwhile on the ground. Blood had some how found it's way out of his mouth. In a quick thugt he wrapped his massive wigs around him, hoping it would help shield anymore damage to his body by the icyfire.

OOC:Oh crud i know where this is going. But i will not lose just yet.

Gash should have felt elation, but didn't. The time for celebration was not then; he urged the flame onwards, beating against Malice's wings. The battered appendages finally gave way, as they flung out to the side. The relentless assault battered the beast's chest one more time, sending him flying back.

Gash ceased the attack, retrieving his dropped and forgotten lightsaber physically. It had been disignited when he dropped it by the dead man's switch, so he flicked it back on. He approached the fallen creature slowly, never taking his eyes off him or letting his guard down.

He spoke, albeit slowly.

"Beast, leave this place and never return, and I will injure you no further.

Malice nanaged to get to his knees. His whole body was writhing in pain. Cut's could be seen on his arm's, and burn marks on his chest. He checked his wings and saw they could still work. Looking at Gash, Malice wiped the blood from his face.

*I shall not leave, till i have your blood*

Turnng slightly, his tail shot forward, Gripping Gash around the neck. Standing up Malice held onto Gash so he couldn't pull away.

*Now feel pain jedi*

Gripping him, Malice dug his claws into Gash's shoulder. Pulling him closer he bit into Gash's right arm. Feeling the blood ooze into his mouth he growled as he pulled back and roard into the sky. Blood stained lips and all he stared down at Gash, with all his strength left he began to violently punch Gash in his mid section and face.

Gash was mildly surprised at Malice's assault, and gave in without much effort on the Sith's part. Blood flowed from the slice wound on his arm, and his nose... one of his abdomen muscles ached from the pain of a bruised from the demon's punches.

Physical pain is inconsequential.

A Jedi teaching or not, it sure as hell did hurt. Gash's still-on lightsaber hung by his side, as Malice's punches began to slow. He was weakened... but Gash was still too far away to hit him; Malice's reach was long.

But Gash's saber was dual-phase. Slowly, his left hand snaked over... he twisted the top half of the saber, switching the inner workings over to the second mode. The saphire gem moved out of the way, replaced by a differently-cut diamond, and the blade elongated and thinned.

It lengthened... right into Malice's gut, slicing through the ravaged armor easily without Gash having to thrust it. The creature screamed as the punches stopped and his grip came off.

A blood curting cream rang through the air as Malice stubled backwards hitting against a tree behind him. Birs an other animals around could be seen running from the noise. Cupping one of is large hands over the wound, Malice looked down at Gash.

*This is not over. When i m healed, i will be back. I have had a taste of your blood, and i shall have more. In time Gash, you shall see me again*

Blood Ozzing out, Malice took flight. His body ached with each flap, but he had to get away and heal his wound. Flying just over the trees, he howled and roared as he flew away. Some people said it was foolish to have the wrath of a demon after you. Other's say it's a lie, they say once the demon is beaten, it will never again harm you. Gash would find out if one of these rumors was true.....in due time.

OOC:Nice fight.

OOC: Same to you.

Gash clicked the lightsaber off, replacing it onto his belt. He fought the desire to drop to one knee: instead, Gash stood tall, watching Malice fly away. His left hand found it's way to the wound in his right shoulder... fairly deep.

Which would be a problem. Gash was allergic to bacta, and consequently, would be needing some sort of prosthetic shoulder implant to repair the damage done to his arm's nervous system. He sighed, looking forward again, into the setting sun where Malice Draclau had flown off.

"I'll be waiting, Malice. I'll be waiting."

The Jedi turned, walking back into the forest towards Theed. In a few hours, he would be in a hospital, recieving the new prosthetic implant... but defeating a Sith was worth the price.