<font color=grey>“And do not attempt to lecture me on what we should and should not let the Jedi see, Young One. They already know that we fight each other, so who cares if this one escapes? All the more reason for them to fear us! If they see what we do to each other, then let them imagine what we could do to them.”</font color=grey>

Xilen shook his head. "And they might think us fools, and take advantage of our weakness. The Sith are the most powerful people in the Galaxy, My Lord. Would you let others think us weak, because we fight amongst ourselves?"

He looked at Kressh with a glair, and shook his head. He had thought the man to be a promising Sith, but it turned out he was even more of a Fool than Xilen was before he became a Sith Apprentice.

"My Lord, by all means do what you will with that insolent coward of a Sith. He is megar, and weak as you stated, because he cannot control what he has been guifted. However, do not make us all look like fools in front of a Jedi. It would be an outrage for the Jedi to even remotly think us weak."

He turned to the Jedi, who appeared to be in such a shocked state that he couldn't move. His mouth hung open for a moment until he realized that Xilen was looking at him, penitrating his very soul. A strange sort of Anger, and resentment filled his eyes as they clouded over. Though he did not weild a light sabre, he had been learning to alter the Darkside of the force, and bend it to your will. He raised his hand, and closed his eyes. Though still an apprentice, he was still a Sith. In an attempt to levitate the Jedi, and bring him off the ground, Xilen began to focus his energies.

Kamon noticed that the Sith Apprentice was drawing on the Force, and immediately drew on it himself. His palm moved upward into a flat palm pointed at this Sithspawn. Drawing deeply on the Force, he called on Spark of the Lightside.

A white hot blast of energy shot out at the Sith Apprentice. The blast could go through almost anything. The main thing was it could go clean through the Sith.

He rose from his position drawing his lightsaber. Moving into an attacking position, he moved toward the Sith as his blast was still moving.

The ball of what appeared to be pure Plasma shoot from the Jedi Knight, quite a good attack. Xilen liked it. He managed to dive to the side, the bottom edge of his cloak slightly singed by the attack. He looke dup from his squated position on the ground, kiching his legs up, prepared to evade the next attack.

Unarmed, he was no match for a Jedi Knight, but he was not about to disgrace the Sith name. He stood slowly, and placed the tips of his fingers neatly ontop of one another, folding his hands delicatly as he closed his eyes. The power of levitation, the most basic Sith sorcery would come in handy during this battle. He extended one of his hands at the advancing Jedi, and with a soft chuckle, twisted the wrist of the Jedi's Sabre hand, bending the dark side of the force to his will.

He remained in a slight hover as he exercised this basic sorcery, focusing his energies on defense.

<!--EZCODE BOLD START--> Lupercus had been watching the display for quite a while. It was fun watching the squabling, and even better to see the Nemoidian make the mistake of believing Talus would automatically side with him. Stepping out of the shadows, his harsh laugh echoed around them.<!--EZCODE BOLD END-->

"Greetings Talus. Long time no see.

The Rape of Gallinore would have been the last time would it not?

So what seems to be the problem?"

<font color=808080>“Yes, Gallinore was our last meeting, Darksword.” Talus was completely impassive to Lupercus’ intrusion, and kept his eyes firmly fixed on Xilen, even after Kamon’s energy blast had whizzed past him. If the blast had been meant for him, the Jedi would most likely have been dead now, or in an extreme amount of pain. Talus was watching Xilen with a measure of interest now, seeing that the Sith was more than just words, and was actually getting down to some good old sorcery.

There’s hope for him still... Talus thought with a hidden smile. He was tempted to take this fresh Sith now for his own, to see what he was capable of and to mould into his own warped image of perfection. But just a brief scan of the other’s mind revealed the teachings and structure of another powerful Sith, and by the formation and stability of those teaching, Talus predicted that here before him was the product of an established Sith order, and could potentially grow to be more powerful than even him. As the Naboo Sith were the only large Order existing in the galaxy at the moment, Talus guessed that this was where Xilen was from. In no way did a Rogue Sith with a single warship want to bring down upon himself all the might and fury of the Naboo Sith, and their backers, the military superiors of the galaxy, the Empire. For these reasons, Talus decided it would be best to let Xilen be.

As for Darksword, Talus had known that he was there long before he had emerged, just as he knew that there were also a number of other unannounced watchers, who had of now declined to present themselves. Specifically, Talus hadn’t known that Darksword was among the watchers at first. All he knew was a familiar Force presence, one that was rotten and sadistic to the core. From this, he’d deduced that Darksword waited for the opportunity to make his existence known. Darksword, the closest anyone ever came to a friend in Talus’ eyes. Even though the other Sith was still a long way distant to Talus, there was no one save his own crew and creations closer. There was nothing like sharing in the pain of others to strengthen a bond.

“So what seems to be the problem?” Talus decided to let that one slide, and waited to see what spin on the facts one of the others would give.</font>

Kamon smiled.

"A simple technigue, but not as simple as this one."

He raised his hand and pushed with all his might on the hovering Sith. The Sith flew backwards toward one of many trees. When the Sith smashed into the tree, Kamon advanced. Dashing in, his lightsaber flew up into the Sith's shoulder.

"A Rogue feels no mercy."

He shook his head, and dusted off his robes, anger and fury filling his eyes. His apprentice ways wern't going to save him, he knew that, but he had expected the Darkside to come to his rescue, and open a whole new door for him. As he dusted off his robes, he stood, and went into another hover as the Jedi advanced closer, and closer. His eyes gleemed red with fury, and hate. The Darkside had tahen over...

He extended his hands toward the heavens, the Darkside of the force flowing through his very viens. He had no control over his actions as a large ball of flames was congured within his grasp, a simple trick that his Master, Darth Zeta has long since mastered. But Xilen? Xilen had not yet mastered the power of Levitation. How could he be conguring up such sorcery? Hatred consumed him as he let the ball of flames ripple through the air at the speed of a Concussion Missile at the Jedi Knight.

Kamons hand was already raised, and he absorbed the blasts of energy that came at him.

"You are no match for me without a lightsaber. I Have already wounded you, and i wont hesitate to do it again."

He raised his hand and fired three blasts of Spark of the Lightside. One right at the Sith, one to his left, and one to his right. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Dodge that.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

<font color=808080>Kamon, in his element and taking most of his conscious thought up with firing energy blasts at Xilen, was temporarily left with no perception of the world around him. A small part of his Jedi senses may have detected Talus before the attack came, but there was no time for Kamon to react on what his ability to communicate with the Force had shown him.

The Sith hit Kamon with a powerful high tackle, jumping at him from the sprint he had been in. As the Jedi was firing off his third energy blast, he was swept off his feet and fell face first to the ground, Talus clawing at his back. Out of the corner of his eye, Talus could see the third energy blast go much farther to the left than Kamon had intended, and Xilen quickly moved into the safe spot that had been opened for him.

Talus may have been at odds with Xilen earlier, but now that the real fighting had started, he had been forced to choose sides. Killing the young and aggressive Sith was no trouble for Talus, as he obviously had small potential for growing into anything formidable. But Xilen could become a potential ally in the future. It was also likely that him and Kamon would kill one another, and Talus decided it would be better to face off against a weaker Sith in training, rather than a Jedi Knight, if it came down to that at all. Who knew, maybe he wouldn’t have to even be an enemy of the other Sith.

Kamon was still on his front, but his lightsabre had gone flying off to the side when he fell. Talus reached forward quickly, placing his clawed hand around the Jedi’s neck, making sure to keep the tip of his thumb claw pressed hard against the jugular. As he was doing this, he spread his legs to either side and grabbed Kamon’s wrists with his feet, while his long, whipping tail slashed out behind and bound Kamon’s ankles together. The Sith was now sitting on the Jedi’s back, and had almost completely restricted his movement.</font>

Kamon relaxed his muscles preparing for something that would need precise timing. Drawing deeply on the Force, he turned on his lightsaber and shot it in at the Sith's side.

Unable to use his hands, the Sith could not block it. As the Sith was stunned, Kamon rolled out from under him and called his lightsaber to hand. He assumed a defensive position in preperation to be assaulted.