The "Sith's" distraction proved fatal for his dovin basals.

The Jedi Shadow, whose current lack of density allowed him to move at increadible speeds, became a blur. The muffled sound of flesh slicing was heard, though three cuts blended into one. Fluid began to swiftly poor from the dovin basals as the Jedi Shadow's blade cut it deep. Before it was even fully formed, the mass of gravity vanished into nothingness.

"Mother nature might not like the liberties you take with her, boy."

The sound seemed to appear even before the Jedi Shadow did once more, back where he was only a moment before.

"Better men than you have fallen before me. I offer you a last chance at life, should you continue.. nothing will remain to discuss."

His eyes cold with detachment, Tobal removed the surprisingly undamaged bow from his back. The string was damaged slightly, forcing him to take time to replace it. A few swift moves by his experienced hands, and his weapon was ready once again.

Carved from the wood of a M’papa tree on Clak’Dor, this bow had proven to be almost indestructible, yet resilient and flexible in just the right amount. Choosing an arrow from the now uncapped quiver, the tribal knocked it, and stretched the bow to its full extent. With deliberate slowness, he pulled the last inch out of the bow, the head of his arrow resting upon his haft-hand.

Taking careful aim at the smaller man before him, the one that - through the force – he had detected as a Sith, and loosed his arrow. In the blink of an eye, the deadly projectile crossed half the distance to its target.

One of his duplicates encountered the sad fate of his dovin basal being silence for eternity, but that did not prevent Arkan from saving the integrity of the other duplicate and his own dovin basal. Reacting with the empowerment of the Force, although imbalanced in the rate of his increased metabolism, Arkan dodged aside as the hulky mass tried to assassinate the remainder of his equipment. The other Arkan whose dovin basal met its fate, faded back into the host form as he dodged.

"Malice," Arkan sent telepathically even at the rate of his metabolism, Malice Draclau's mind would process it at normal speed since it was not entirely mortal, "There is an urgent dilemma I am facing, one I do not seem to have found quite easy to deal with such a person... he is beyond even a Jedi Master... or I think he likes playing god in his own demented mind..."

Arkan rolled aside and in his unstable state, began to become insubstantial in reality. A spark of pure light manifested within him, certain at the pinnacle of his uncontrollable being, one that he did not feel at all, he didn't notice it, he lost control. His voduun crab armor faded, as did his dovin basal, as did his amphistaves, melting into him or away, all that was known as that it was gone from sight. Arkan was a darkening being with a shimmering core of light, as though the flesh was of sin and the soul was of purity that would not coexist properly with the other component.

"Animus facit nobilem," Arkan bellowed in a mingling of both a gutteral and faint whispy voice, "Ave Force morituri te salutant!"

And in the chaos of his enraged being, Arkan's whispy dark form darted at this Jedi Shadow, with fist pulled back summoning the Force in this focus also shimmering with a glarish white light. This man was sorely aggravated by this seemingly god-like foe, almost as though the Force willed such a possibility onto Arkan's chaos. And he did it at such a speed that the Force would have thought to have granted him something not even Arkan understood, how rare that may be. The electricity shot off from his body still, yet now it centered its energies onto his empowered fist and at this time, the Jedi Shadow would have only been turning to prepare a counter against Arkan. If logic rang in his mind properly, he would hit with the fist of fury, locked onto the familiar yet alien essence of this being before a counter was possible, with or without the Force.

The Jedi Shadow, who had returned to his position even before the fluids of the dovin basal hit the ground, altered his form's density once more. The being that was Slavatio slammed into the ground with force enough to sink his massive feet a few inches into the earth below him.

His own hands reached forward, wrapping around the incoming fist as it slammed into him. The shear force of the attack drove the Jedi Shadow back twenty or so meters, his feet digging even further into the ground as it slowed the two foes. The energies of the attack were absorbed and reflected in the same instant by the skilled hands of the Jedi Shadow. The energies danced between the locked hands, penetrating both men with their power.

Slavatio's massive hands began to close upon the fist of his foe. Superhuman strength began to crush bones to dust, if this "Sith" did not somehow free himself. Mumbling a few words, in a language which was dead to most, a ball of liquid flames formed around the remaining doppleganger, engulfing it in a firey tomb. The mass of the Jedi Shadow had doubled from it's resting state, making him now at least a metric ton of solid muscle and power.

The size increase, however, did not seem to effect his physical speed. He was as fast and nimble as before.

His eyes fell upon the man before him, the man who had locked them into this mortal struggle. Slavatio's aura began to rage as pure light energy began to radiate around his being. A pure light that no Sith Magic or Alchemy could erease from him.

The pure power of his very soul itself.

Slavatio felt the pain of the other man as an arrow burried itself in his back.

"We all have a reason to be here Jade. Is it that hard to see?"

Two Massassi charged towards Jade. Kamon's hands came up and two white hot blasts of energy shot from them. The Sparks hit the Massassi in the chest and killed them.

"My brother is here somewhere."

Luis held on tight as Kale moved the YT-2400 like he'd never seen one move before. Resisting the urge to shout out each time they came close to hitting something, he closed his eyes through the entire ice crevice part of the journey. When it was all over, he finally spoke:

"...Woah, that was intense"


He said with a slight smile.

Indeed, Zerxes was there. And approaching quickly to boot. Kamon's older brother had gotten stronger since they had last seen each other. In fact they hadn't seen each other since before the Wrath Virus. Zerxes smiled.

A pathetic Jedi whelp tried to attack him, but he cut off the beings head leaving a body to fall to the ground. He continued walking. His stride was full of purpose. Finally he rounded a bend and saw him. He was speaking to a femal Jedi.

Hello brother. Before we begin, shall I Dispense with her, or shall I save her for later?

Arkan felt the pressure increase on his mechaninized fist and focused on his personal choice to become slightly incorporeal, focusing on the death that he once was in, the very fabric of the end of material consciousness. His entire dark flaring form tainted to a slight blue glow. But then something hit him from behind, it traveled through him creating a small funnel through his semi-incorporeal state and dented into Slavatio, flying off to the side. This may not have scarred it, but it did cause him pain, causing him to wince slightly.

"With your body this big, I wonder how your small beady head as any brain-matter at all," Arkan said with a whispy yet screechy voice, painful to the ears of any normal being.

Arkan slipped his fist away, still burning with the firey fury of the Force. At this point though, he materialized completely and lost the focus from within and without. He felt the sudden weight of reality, then the weight of his right robotic arm. Looking to the hulking mass before him, his vision blurred, the willpower to keep conscious was difficult to achieve and the ground was so comforting to be on, that icy bed.

His vision went foggy, using what he felt was strength quickly leaving him, trudging across the snow, over a few massassi carcasses. But in the end, he was consumed by an enemy he had not yet overcome --fatigue. He felt limp and darkness overcame his perceptions.

Alex sees the sith flying at them and in one fluid motion blocks the attack against him as all this happens he tells himself in his head dont do anything rash be on guard ready to block whatever comes his way

Jade spins around, her black blades spinning about to attack the ones charging her, but Kamon had taken care of them. She spins back around and rolls her eyes :rolleyes .

"I know that, Kamon. Thats not what I meant. What I meant was...oh, nevermind that right now.

Anyways, should I thank you now or later for saving my life?"

Just then she feels another presense, then spins back around, detaches her double black blades, spins them around, and awaits to fight yet again.