*Janus was being careful, he had shut off his force presence, but he knew that something could set the Demon Sith into knowing where he was.*

Everything fell silent. The very wind that blew around them ceased to make a noise. Should some scream a mile away they could probably hear it. It was as if everything went deaf.

Malice now stood as still as could be. His breathing held at a minium. He would listen for any sign of movement around him. the hum of a lightsaber. the sound of a footstep, or a foot sliding across the rocky ground. Even a hand moving through the now still wind would be heard as a swoosh like sound.

The demon sith master waited patiantly. Patience, was something he had learned over the years. otherwise he would be sending force attacks and violent strikes everywhere around him.

*Janus senced the change, he was screwed, he knew it. He sent Malice a mental message.*

(Dammit Malice, you win this show of power.)

*With that Janus appeared about 2 feet behind Malice.*

"I was not expecting that...."

*Janus lifted his hand and pointed it, palm out, at Malice. From it came an orb of black sith Fire, and around the orb pulsated force lightning. Janus lifted his arm above his head, and hurled the orb toward Malice.*

Grinning at the force message, Malice awaited for Janus to show himself. And so he did. turning around, Malice looked just in time to see Janus ready to launch another attack. Growling under his breath, he quickly erected a force shield.

But, having little time, he could not strengthen it. As the black ball of force fire and lightning lunged at him. It crash against the force shield exploding on impact. But the force shield could not last and gave way. Malice was thrown backwards from the force of the explosion. Hitting the rocky ground hard. Skidding backwards, Malice stopped just a few feet short from the edge.

Laying there, Malice lifted his head to survey the damage done to him. The chest part of his clothing was burnt away. His skin black and charred. Within, he could feel a rib broken. Probably when he hit the ground. Laughing to himself, Malice coughed up some blood. Spitting it to the side.

Laying back down, he quickly let the force get to work on healing his wounds.

*Good job Janus. I believe you have won this show of power. Nice attack might I add*

He shouted out towards Janus. He did not know what had happened to Janus when the attack exploded in his face as well. But he figure both of them would have suffered some damage. While healing is broken rib, Malice also kept his senses open. Ready to fend off another attack by the sith.

*Janus should have known that Malice was gonna do that, but he didn't, Janus was thrown clear back, hit the ground hard, and skidded off the plataeu, luckily he had strength of mind enough to use levitation to bring him to back to the edge. I quick servey showed his face charred, 1 broken rib, and his clothes burned away, he only had his pants left. He allowed force healing to set in when he heard Malice's voice.*

"Good Job Janus, I believe you won this show of power, nice attack I might add..."

*Janus smiled to himself, and levitated to his feet, the force healing working nicely on that rib. He awaited Malice to stand, he wanted this fight fair.*

As his rib started to heal back in place, Malice now stood. The healing process took a bit of energy from him, as he knew it had to Janus. Unclipping his saber, Malice ignited both sides. The two white blades hissing to life.

*Tell me Janus, what happens to a force user when they get old. Do you know?*

Malice started to walk slowly towards Janus. Edging closer with every footstep.

*As Malice approached, Janus unleashed both his sabers. Holding the left one with the tip behind him, the right infront, he watched Malice carefully.*

"They become smarter, wiser, greedier. Eventually they die, and they move their spirit on to another form."

(OOC: Malice? Where the hell are you?)

OOC: Sorry, the sickenss has really been getting to me. I can't even go to work cause of this stupid thing. Well, since i'm feeling a bit better today i figure what the hell i'll go and reply before taking my afternoon nap lol.


IC: Lunging at Janus, Malice's white blade clashed with his fellow sith's blade. The two were now entangled. Both blades pushing against one another. Looking at Janus, Malice grinned.

*Ohhh your half right Janus. You see with age indeed comes wisdom. And with wisdom comes power. An old aquaintance of ours seems to think the older you get the weaker you become. He seems to think my powers are slipping......i am 29 and he has the balls to call me old. What a @#%$*

Pushing away from Janus, Malice drops to his knees. Lashing out with his saber he makes a quick slash at Janus's mid section.

*Janus took a quick step backward, putting him outside the reach of Malice's saber.*

"So then Malice, what part did I get wrong?"

*Janus dropped back a few feet, the ran forward toward Malice. As he ran he opened his mind to the force, allowing it to fill his entire being, he jumped up and over Malice, flipping in the air, landing behind him, and jabbing backwards with his left saber.*