"You would ask an Executioner into combat," queried of the Protector, "my skills are in words and subtlty."
He grinned.
Executioners were indeed poloticians and word-mongers, but no one doubted their combat prowess. Rigor and pain were fundamentals in their training. Skills useful in combat.
Sadow looked to the Jedi.
"I doubt that it will face me, I doubt its courage."

The Rogue Jedi grinned as he looked at the 'Sith' before him.

"The Sovereign Protector knows better than to test me, I see. Weather fear of my skills or of my master, I am not sure."

He paused a moment.

"This one, however..." his gaze fell upon Sadow.. "Seems to be foolishly thinking I will not destroy him where he stands simply for which side of the war he is on. I am no Jedi in the conventional sense, Sith. I do as I must to ensure the safety of the masses. Even if my ways must tilt towards darkness from time to time."

His face finally turned emotionless and twin saber hilts began to spin deftly in his hands, still not activated however.

"Is that so, Jedi?" He grinned, one hand lightly resting on the shoulder of his "pet", the other still in plain sight. "Or do you fight to enforce the ways of your 'side'?"
The Executioner looked into the eyes of the man before him.
"Come at me then. Take another step towards the side you claim to attack. Take that step away from the side you lie to protect."
Emanations of the Dark Force began to ripple off of Sadow, though he made no motion or movement.
"Take your very best shot."

Muscles rippling and plated hide shifting, the beast at the side of its master and creator rose up onto all eight of its limbs, pressing barbs deeper in to the hand that feeds it.

"You will not make it past my creation, let alone come to blows with me. I am Executor Nox Anor-Sadow, know that name before you die."

Another figure stepped from the Darkness, cloaked in black. His face was shielded from view but power radiated from him like heat from any sun. Slowly, he strode forward. Motioning with one hand towards the creature beside Sadow he concentrated upon the Force.

Soon, the beast fell to the ground with a thud. Still living but in a catatonic state. The nerve pathways in his brain severed from the nerve stem. The beast, now unable to move in the slightest, was not even able to groan or howl in protest.

The figure remained silent, speaking to none of them. However, two of the three already knew who he was by the Force sense radiating around him. He looked at the gathering and slowly lowered his hood.

A momentary look of shock passed over the Executioners face, quickly subdued by a smirk.
Turning his icy gaze between the new arrival and his downed creation, Sadow was given to a chuckle. "Impressive, but that will neigh save you."
The image of relaxed, he made no movements even yet, simply placing his bleeding palm lightly against his chest.
"Odd, though, that ones so eager for a fight should refrain. An open target presents itself, not one of combat. I am the enemy you dispose, opposed to all but the darkest regions of the force. Why you allow me to stand, I cannot imagine."
"Surely, you are not cowards?" He grinned all the while.
"Or perhaps you fear taking that step into anger, taking down such an easy target. One who surely presents no opposition to you."
Pulling his hand away from his chest, he motioned towards Rhysode, "I can feel your distaste. Aware of it or not, you are moving down the path of darkness."
"Though, I am sure, you claim neutrality, or balance."
A pleased sigh seeped past Sadows lips.
"Strike me down then."

Nathaniel Somir motioned for Ganner to remain silent.

Thanks to ancient Sith Magics, Nathaniel Somir was now two men. Nathaniel Somir, Jedi Master... and Artum Somir, Sith Master. Both sides of his being were in constant battle for control. However, at this point.. Nathaniel had it.

"We do not fear you, Sith. Our distaste for you is neither a secret or relevant in this matter. You are criminals of the New Republic and you shall stand trial."

He was, after all, in his right mind once more, finally, thanks to the help of his student. He was Nathaniel Somir, Head of the New Republic Secret Service. Had to continue to remind himself of that, until a way could be found to expel Artum entirely.

"Come with us peacefully or I shall take you by force."

"Was that, perhaps a pun?"
Chuckling, Sadow shook his head, hair falling in front of his eyes. Still remaining impassive, Sadow made no motions towards aggression. Through the force he stood calm, his emotions in check. It was almost as if his anger, his rage, almost as if he could mold them, wield them like a very precise instrument of torture.

Shifting, the beast at the side of its master began to breath, taking deep breaths. Slowly, as if coming out of a coma or similar deep time of loss. Half of the things legs responded, while still others remained limp, though it still managed to rise unevenly to its feet.
With a rumbling snarl, the creature pushed the Force out away from itself, creating a bubble that fully encompassed its master and reached 8 meters around it. It was an ability surprisingly like that of a lizard from the jungle of Myrkr.

"I doubt you have a full grasp of the situation at hand, my enemies. The Alchemy of the Sith is a bountiful and endless thing."
Sadow allowed a grin to pass over his face, then placed one hand slightly above the spines running down his pets back.

Hardly viable, the creature could feel its ridges begin to warm, vibrations beginning.

"Now...where were we?"

Moving like a blur, a glinting arch of metal is seen for a brief moment. Seconds later, Nathaniel Somir stood beside a beheaded corpse that was formerly an unnatural abomination of Sith Alchemy.

Blood dripped from the now visible glaive held firmly within the man's hand. His face was hard and void of any emotion.

"Meddling in the forces of nature is never wise. Now will you be coming peacefully or by force?"

Even as the figure rushed in, he made no motions. He could have intervened, perhaps spared the life of his creation, but, there were always more where those came from.
Coupled with that fact, was the blood.
The moment the creature had its head severed, blood, black and stinking like bile, erupted up from the stump and sprayed towards the on rushing Jedi.
Still, though falling dead, the creatures body still pushed the Force away from itself, still leaving a void, in which stood the Executioner and the foe.
Refraining, Sadow waited to see the effect of its creatures blood. Designed to be like acid once exposed to an oxygen inviroment, it would eat through most any known metal or ore. It had an added bonus. Upon contact with the flesh of a carbon based life-form, the residue would combust and burn like weak napalm.

The Jedi Master watched as the animal's blood split onto the ground and smelled of bile and the burning flesh of the animal it lay upon. His blade, however, seemed no worse for the wear. Comprised of an alloy which could sustain even the onslaught of light saber blades, he worried not for the care of his weapon. Besides, he had others.

He repeated himself once more, and for the last time.

"Well? Are you coming willingly or not? This is your last chance."