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Post by Lord Ire on Aug 31, 2010 15:30:05 GMT -5
A coy smile now graces Csilla's features as she knows this lesson has caught Sam out of his comfort zone, this makes her excited in more ways than one. She begins to swing the lightwhip above her head and strikes at both sides of Sam to keep him on his toes before spinning around and slashing again at the young RGE officer seeking to clip his shoulder and give him a glancing blow to toy with him.
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Post by Sam Milla on Aug 31, 2010 15:36:03 GMT -5
*Sam dodges the attack at his sides but the were still too close to comfort he forsee's the attack aimed toward his shoulder and he attempts to duck. As he ducks he hears a slight riping noise from his pants. For a moment he looks grimly at his pants knowing he probably looks extremly silly from the back. The strike singes Sam's shoulders and he looks up.* Oh I hate this uniform at times like this.....
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Post by Lord Ire on Aug 31, 2010 15:48:36 GMT -5
"You should loose it then..." Csilla says as she strikes with her lightwhip to surgically cut open the front of Sam's uniform. Keeping the tempo up, Csilla moves in quickly and attacks Sam with a back hand to the face with a Force push on the back end. "Scared yet, little pup?"
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Post by Sam Milla on Aug 31, 2010 16:19:15 GMT -5
*Sam steps out of the pants in time get the smack to the face but the force gives him a slight warning a he puts up as muck resistance as he can against a trained opponent. He still goes back but he manages to stay on his feet. Sam was getting tired of being on the defence but he waits for her next move. he had a surprise up his sleeve. He hides that thought quickly in the force like his father taught him too*
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Post by Lord Ire on Sept 2, 2010 13:51:27 GMT -5
Ire sits and watches the two continue their dangerous dance with much glee inside him, its been awhile since he has seen a good fight. Csilla is taking pride in toying with Sam and Sam's confidence level is beginning to rise. He senses these feelings with ease and continues to watch the dance before him.
Csilla smiles as she begins to circle Sam while swinging the lightwhip over her head. Quickly she takes a step forward and enters a Jung Ma spin, coming around 360 degrees and sending the lightwhip in a spin of its own, she comes back around to face Sam and sends the flaccid blade out towards his hip to disable him.
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Post by Sam Milla on Sept 2, 2010 14:14:25 GMT -5
*Sam leaps/rolls forward once she takes a step forward dodging the flaccid blade and gets to his feet aiming a punch to the gut and he then attempts to grab her wrist (weapon hand) trying control it. he then aims a kick to the back or her knee to where it would buckle and give. At the same time with his free hand he pushes her forward towards the ground and hard as he can Sam uses the force best to his abilities to strengthen him so the punch and push would make her think twice about him.*
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Post by Lord Ire on Sept 2, 2010 15:10:43 GMT -5
Csilla is rocked by the punch to her gut, so much in fact that she is slow to react to Sam grabbing her weapon hand wrist. She then drops to a knee with Sam's buckling kick and Csilla finds herself at a disadvantage, but only slightly. She smiles at Sam, not wavering her position in any viewable form, and begins to goat him.
"Big man you are, hitting a woman." Csilla says with a cold tone. "You made one mistake though... you moved in closer."
Suddenly, Csilla reaches to grab Sam's wrist and with coldness in her voice still begins to induce Force horror, a more refined version of Force fear, on Sam to increase his fear and immobilize him with fear. She tries to tap into his mind and unlock his darkest fears to use them against him. "You have great fear in you, Milla. You feel it don't you?"
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Post by Sam Milla on Sept 2, 2010 15:19:03 GMT -5
*Sam ignores her comment. he is about bout deliver a stunning blow to the side of her head until she grabs his wrist. Sam starts seeing things he once saw in a cave 3 people unarmed but very very muscular. Sam's sees the closest figure right wear Csilla is standing. But he doesn't see Csilla. He attempts to punch the the guy in the throat as hard and powerful as he can. He only hopes it's a distraction for the other two to glance at their fellow's now on his knees clasping his throat*
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Post by Lord Ire on Sept 3, 2010 1:30:06 GMT -5
Caught in the illusion of fear from Csilla, Sam's punch is just a little too high to catch Csilla's throat and she pours on the fearful illusion more and more as the moments pass. To Sam, the punch to the bulky thugs' throat was a glancing blow. This is when Ire begins to do his duty as Sam's master and tells him what to do through the Force. "Sam, you must feed off your fear. It is the only way to survive. Fear is the mind killer, face your fear and let it wash over you, feed off of it and make it your strength and then you will know power."
Ire's voice is but a coaxing and outside of this illusion Csilla continues to spead her poisoned words to spread Sam's fear even more. Suddenly the illusion changes from thugs to horrific zombie like creatures coming after Sam and all the while Csilla speaks. "You are helpless, they will feast on your fleash, they will devour your soul."
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Post by Sam Milla on Sept 3, 2010 13:32:14 GMT -5
*Sam looks for away to to trip up the 3 men so they don't get to him and then he hears Ire's voice... Sam takes a few moments to register these words and know what Ire wants him to do. By the time everything click the thugs had turned into Zombies and he thinks. "Hey wait a minute these things don't exist....." He still feels alone but Ire's words floats back into mind and he takes a few steps forward embracing his fears. By doing so Sam feels himself connect with the force and he starts to see a little clearer and he spots zombies. Sam submits to the force and suddenly he picks up Csilla and attempts to throw her at the wall as hard as he possibly could.*
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Post by Lord Ire on Sept 3, 2010 14:51:23 GMT -5
"FRAK MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Csilla yells as she is picked up and hurled against the wall with a bone crunching thud. the crash sends he lightwhip off to the side and it deactivates as it hits the floor. The impact is more than Csilla can take and is knocked out temporarily, destroying the illusion in Sam's mind, as she falls to the cold Caratosian granite floor. All that remains now is the Throne room, Lord Ire and a passed out Scilla on the floor.
Ire laughs at this turn of events and stands, giving Sam a small clap as he walks down the steps towards him. "Well done Sam, most who duel with Csilla don't live to tell about it. You got a lucky strike in and sometimes that is all you need."
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Post by Sam Milla on Sept 3, 2010 14:59:19 GMT -5
*Sam looks at Ire and smiles at this information. *Thank you. I don't think she will ever like me after what I did to her.....
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Post by Lord Ire on Sept 3, 2010 15:10:02 GMT -5
"I think I will be agreeing with you." Ire says as Csilla give a moan and starts to move. "You might want to kill her now and save yourself the headache later."
"Don't even try it, pleeb." Csilla says in a angry voice as she calls he lightwhip to her hand and puts it back behind her back and slowly rises to her feet. Ire laughs evilly as he looks at Csilla and Sam.
"You two are going to have so much fun together, I can feel it."
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Post by Sam Milla on Sept 3, 2010 15:32:59 GMT -5
*Sam looks at her and snickers* don't be a grouch everyone loses every once in a while. * Sam looks at Bubba waiting to see what he wants Sam to do now.*
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Post by Lord Ire on Sept 3, 2010 15:40:04 GMT -5
"I think your lesson for today is complete, go to your quarters and think about the lesson learned this day." Ire says before walking back up to his throne and sitting down in contemplation. "Leave me."
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