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Sasori vs. ??????? [JUDGE: Mirdala Ad'Goran]

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Everything was vibrant and bright. The staff were friendly, smiling at Sasori whenever he passed one and asking if there was anything they could do for him. People were wearing elegant gowns, dress suits and robes, and laughter could be heard from everywhere. Sasori rolled his arms back and cricked his neck before moving deeper into the pit of revelry and passion.

 

It had been a while since Sasori had been into a gambling establishment that didn't have ties to some lower city gang, smell of poor quality deathsticks, and have just a large enough crowd for everyone to notice you when you did anything. This made it difficult to avoid Bounty Hunters, which had come by time to time to attempt to find Sasori over the years.

 

This place however, a man could truly hide. A Bounty Hunter would have a bit of trouble, finding someone with the massive amount of distractions in the atmosphere that could make it difficult to find someone. Sasori appreciated this, as of right now, he didn't want to be found, he just wanted a few drinks and to waste a few credits playing sabaac.

 

Walking through the crowds, Sasori went ahead to a nearby 1,000 credit limit sabaac table and got himself dealt in while he ordered a new drink he heard about from the Twilek server who came by the table. After a few hands, Sasori was down 540 credits, spare change considering his sizeable bank account from his Black Sun days, but being down was not what Sasori preferred, even though he was here to enjoy himself and relax. It was hard to relax when you were losing assets.

 

Sasori centered himself within the Force and reached out, not to see what were on the sabaac cards, but to feel the emotions of the other players. Their sabaac face may hide their true intentions, but the escalating heart beat, perspiration forming on them, and other qualities that were percieveable through the force outed their gameplay to the mercenary. Within a matter of 15 minutes, Sasori was up 1,238 credits and was pleased as could be that his opponents had fallen to his mastery of sensing others via the Force.

 

The Grey Jedi thanked his opponents for the game, tipping them each 100 credits and the dealer another 200, before he left the table and found his way to the bar for another fantastic drink to continue the amazing night Sasori had created for himself.

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The casino is rocked by a violent shaking as patrons and gaming tables alike are flung aside in a wide circle, scattering drinks, sabaac cards, and chips. A roar of harsh Force energy resonates in tandem with this blast. In the dead center of this carnage on the other end of the casino is a figure in what appears to be Jedi robes, though colored black instead of a Jedi's humble brown. Under the hood is a face concealing darkness; not hidden from a mere lack of light, but actual darkness radiating from within the depths. A powerful force signature reads off the figure, giving the aura of a master. Though no eyes can be seen in that concealing darkness, there is little doubt that it is staring at Sasori intently, a fact coupled in that the force of the figure's mind can be felt scanning over Sasori as if trying to read him.

 

It raises both hands towards the grey Jedi, as if readying some attack. Instead two lightsabers slide out of the figures bellowing sleeves and spring to life: one a Sith crimson, the other a Jedi cerulean, its only weapons besides the Force itself in this mortal contest. The unarmored but cloaked figure assumes a wide stance, shifting its weight towards the tips of its heavy boot shod feet to spring into action, a lightsaber held loftily out at each side.

 

There is an unspoken challenge resonating from the figure, and while no emotions radiate from it, its intent is lethal. By now the other patrons and staff have fled. The cloaked figure waits for its target to answer the challenge, its lightsabers humming softly in anticipation.

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Sasori's drink fell out of his hand before he had a second sip. Unlike the other patrons who fled in fear Sasori looked over the counter to see if he could grab a Whiskey bottle and finish his drink. He came here to relax after all, and some stupid disturbance was not going to stop him. It was just some Sith on a power trip, the force reeked of their foul stench, he would just ignore him until he was given no other option.

 

*rip*

 

Sasori's face contorted and he looked at his side as a small tear was showing in his very expensive robes. In the Sith's rage one of the table corners caught Sasori's robe just enough to tear the fine fabric. Sasori was now down 1348 credits with the need to replace this robe. He looked at the table with disdain and then turned to the Sith who had lit up his lightsabers, apparently looking for a fight.

 

"Hey," Sasori bellowed toward the hooded figure, "do you know how much this robe cost guy? It is going to set me back quite a bit to get a replacement."

 

Sasori walked off the barstool he was on and slid it effortlessly back into place using the Force. He walked a bit forward and looked at the cloaked figure, unable to discern anything from him aside that the dark side flowed freely through him. Sasori stopped about 10 meters away from him and just looked at the antagonistic Sith that stood before him. He was ready, his mind concentrating on one of is boasters and the lightsaber at his hip, just in case the came down to violence.

 

"Look, I don't know why you came here and why you decided to spoil my vacation, and frankly, I don't give a womp rat's ass. But you ripped my expensive garb and you owe me buddy. Give me enough credits to cover a new one and we are square, and I, and presumably the rest of the casino's security when it arrives, won't have to force you to give them to me."

 

Sasori was ready for the Sith to act as stupid and ridiculous as all Sith do and act on pure impulse and bloodlust momentarily, he kept his mind steady and focused on his weapons, ready to blaze into action should the situation require it.

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The cloaked figure listens as the grey Jedi spoke his inconsequential banter, tilting his head to one side as if studying the reactions of a small animal caged behind glass. It was prepared to educate the target before it on why it was a dangerous, if not fatal mistake to just assume the cloaked figure was a Sith and to treat an opponent with the disdain reserved for their kind. The figure bent its will forward towards its chosen target, giving a small taste of its powers.

 

 

*boom*

 

 

A pounding boom, throbbing and reverberating, "echoed" as the figure extended the aura of its power towards the Jedi, brushing its foe's mind with a last warning of what was to come, pulsing in a steady, powerful rhythm... a doom and boom, point and counterpoint, echoing across the Force.

 

*doom*

 

The figure took a step forward, covering a half meter, lightsabers starting to rise in hand. The aura of its power continued to push forward with a thunderous crash, overwhelming its opponent's senses.

 

*boom*

 

In the next visible instance, the figure was now four meters from its foe, the other foot settling to the floor of the casino, crushing an errant chip under foot, moving with an unearthly, unnatural speed. The tempo of the pulse increased, approaching a hightened pitch.

 

*doom*

 

And then, the figure was behind the grey Jedi...

 

*boom*

 

both lightsabers aimed to strike down the foe in one, swift and lethal strike...

 

*doom*

 

unleashing a furious pair of strikes cross strokes...

 

*boom doom*

 

*boom doom*

 

that would rip any unprepared target apart.

 

*boom doom*

 

*boom doom*

 

 

(1)

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For a moment it seemed as if the cloaked figure was bowing to Sasori, which in the split second to which Sasori was able to see and appreciate such things, he felt thoroughly confused on why anyone would bow to him aside the people in the Black Sun who once followed him. Sasori put one foot forward, attempting to come toward the figure to greet him.

 

Then something else happened. Sasori could feel a heavy distortion in the Force, it was heavy, deep, like a war drum, yet, it was far more rhythmic. The pulse reminded Sasori of some of the clubs he had visited across the galaxy, watching Twi'lek dancers strutt to the heavy bass and high tempo rhythms. Sasori too was getting into a groove with these pulses in the Force.

 

The mercenary force user had no idea what this person was trying to do, the pulse in the Force did nothing more than put a rhythm to their...whatever this was, a battle some could say, a skirmish others, in the end it wouldn't matter. For some reason this cloaked figure wanted Sasori dead, that was enough for Sasori to ensure he was put down like everyone else who had tried to have him killed over the years.

 

Sasori was not fully distracted by the thunderous tunes that were pulsing through the Force. He was a user of the Force afterall, and to not sense the murderous intent of the assailant in front of him would be like turning a blind eye to a Rancor. The assailant was too predictable however and the tremors he sent through the Force seemed to only echo his movements in the Force even stronger.

 

The Grey Jedi, as he was forcefully recognized though he never sat well with such titles, reached out with the Force towards hundreds of credit chips that were scattered about the Casino, an easy task compared to the training he put upon himself to learn telekinetic Force abilities in the first place, and yet he still did not break his concentration on the lightsaber and blaster at his hip.

 

When the hostile Force User took his last step fully toward Sasori, the former Black Sun Executive was fully prepared for what happened next. Spinning around using the Force to aid in speed the Grey Jedi's lightsaber sprang to life in Sasori's right hand, clashing against the crimson and cerulean colored ligthsaber's that poorly attempted to take his life.

 

in the next few seconds, Sasori tried to end this ridiculous test of strength by using his cunning. Hundreds of credit chips bulleted across the Casino floor, all of them aimed directly at the assailant, attempting to pierce through, or into, his body. The attack should prove enough to disable the arrogant attacker, but Sasori was a mercenary, and at one time, a great assassin. He didn't take chances very lightly. While his right arm was armed with his lightsaber, his left carried his trusty DL-44 aimed directly at the assailants chest cavity. Without hesitation Sasori fired a few shots toward the attacker before he threw out his right leg into the gut of the attacker, giving the Grey Jedi some distance, to gather the Force to him and prepare if this attacker miraculously survived Sasori's attacks.

 

(1)

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The pitched aura of the figure's Force overdrum, breaks suddenly as it is faced with a brief glimpse of mortal peril on the edge of the horizon. Reacting with a presense gained through the Force, it pivots to the left, keeping its crimson lightsaber in place to hold back the Jedi's and swings the cerulean one about in a tight arc to block the shots aimed at its center of mass, sending them spiraling back over the grey Jedi's shoulder. Even as the shots were fired at point blank range, the figure could feel their heat, marking them as coming all too close. The spinning arc of the lightsaber continues with a subtle turn of the wrist, slicing through the middle of the blaster and, save for the crunching kick that now landed into its side and crash of casino chips biting into its back, would have, should have, taken off the hand that wielded it too.

 

Not even grunting despite having the heavy plastic embedded into its back, bringing up other painful memories, the cloaked figure disengages from its opponent's leg with a half-step backwards, mentally ingoring the pain it should be feeling from those chips after that literally staggering attack. It still kept a steady pressure against the Jedi's lightsaber with its crimson one, not breaking distance entirely, knowing how with both blades in hand it wielded an advantage and how the Jedi was desperate to gain that breathing room. It strikes out with its cerulean blade again, accompanied by another one time crash of Force energy, ripping off a near-by table a full deck of sabacc cards as if hurled by unseen hands. Even as the figure strikes once more with his blue blade, aiming at cleaving its enemy in two at the mid-torso, the cards split through very the edge of the cerulean blade and the shower of sparks caused by the clashing lightsabers. In that split second, the heat energy from the lightsabers hitting them causes the cards to ignite, and the figure lets them swirl around the Jedi, showering him in the middle of a seventy-six card inferno set to light the Jedi's robes and flesh ablaze.

 

(2)

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Sasori was not pleased when his trusty blaster that had seen him through some of his toughest situations had seen its last moments of service when the cerulean lightsaber sliced it in two while also blocking shots and not chopping his other arm at the wrist. Though he lamented the loss of an object that had become nearly a friend to him, he was equally upset that his opponent apparently had the finesse to block all his shots in the extremely tight space presented, all the while not chopping off his hands. If Sasori had seen this person do this under different circumstances he might even had been impressed, here it was just a disappointment.

 

The loss of his blaster was not a total waste however. The attacker was pelted by the bulleting credit chips, many of them plunging into his body. Though the assailant showed off no sign of pain at his injuries, Sasori knew this would not last. No species he knew about had a redundant nervous system, thus only adrenaline, willpower, and use of the Force itself would have been keeping this agent of destruction from experiencing the agony of multiple penetrations to his body.

 

The kick to the side of his attacker also proved advantageous, giving Sasori the distance he needed to create an effective method of dispatching this goon, though it proved not enough as the tip of the crimson lightsaber still clung to Sasori's pure white lightsaber. His opponent seemed to have a similar idea of getting more out of distancing himself and struck fast with his cerulean blade. Sasori reacted on the instinct of himself and the Force taking a step backwards to disengage from the crimson lightsaber in order to attempt and parry the cerulean one. He was able to by dropping the remainder of his blaster and using the strength of both his arms, but only at the disadvantage of his opponents unforeseen attack that seemed to echo his own attack from before.

 

A deck of sabacc cards flew out from behind the murder driven crazy person with lightsabers and were directed at pelting Sasori. Some of them clashed against the lightsaber Sasori had parried and caught on fire briefly as they soared at high speeds toward the Grey Jedi. In a hurried attempt to block them, Sasori pushed out with the Force with his left hand keeping the blazing cards from his face, the rest however his his outer robe and ignited small fires along it. Sasori saw this, and being disengaged from the enemy, leapt backwards with the Force's aid 20 meters away from the assailant, slipping out of the silk lined outer robe that has started his annoyance with this cretin to begin with.

 

Sasori reacted quickly after his hasty backwards leap. Given his experience with the Force he had a limited amount of power left, and he had to be crafty with what he could do with it. Commanding the Force, he launched a nearby game table at the peon, withdrawing his blaster while the table rocketed toward his attacker, and firing a burst of shots behind the table, blocking their trajectory from view of his assailant, hoping that if he cut through or flung the table aside, he would still be hit by the blaster bolts irregardless. Once the attack was launched Sasori quickly leapt up to a nearby balcony that over saw the Casino floor blaster and lightsaber in hand, holding the high ground and await the attacker to try some other way to finish him off.

 

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The cloaked figure retreated back a full step as it felt its wrist being grabbed by its chosen prey, knowing it would need distance shortly. Close distance aided one typically in combat, but it sensed its advantage dwindling. Even with the blaster, the deflected shots should have realistically fragged his opponent, if not the both of them due to the tightly squeezed volley, and the figure certainly had no intent of being caught up in the conflagration of its opponent.

 

Its lightsabers held as a parrying X for defensive purposes, the figure waited for several quiet, but long seconds as its opponent manuevered for ground, gathering its emotions and feelings. The greatest power used by a Force user was the moment's edge of foresight, the same that allowed it to use a lightsaber safely, to deflect blasterbolts, or give someone a single second to react to a gaming table being flung one's way along with an audible, but deadly salvo of blaster fire. Senses attuned to the danger, the figure reacted accordingly, drawing its lightsabers across in an reverse downward X-slash, rending the table into four pieces, blown outward by the force of the blow, then bring the blades around in another tight, but graceful arc, back to an X to deflect the oncoming fire. The entire manuver took less than three seconds, and the figure's momentum did not stop, suddenly punctuating with a final, loud drum roar as initiated this contest. When the blaster smoke settled and the table hit the floor, the figure was gone from sight and sense.

 

Subtle use of the Force for tight and controlled movements had its merits the figure knew. Flashy displays such as hurling game tables and cards helped to throw an opponent off, or scatter crowds of onlookers that might be otherwise tempted to inerrupt one's feeding, or as the figure believes and hoped, lull an opponent into making the mistake of underestimating what one was dealing with. The loud doom boom roaring of earlier in the grey Jedi's head as the figure improbably closed four, then sixteen meters to appear behind its opponent was a diversion of sorts, a loud use of obfuscation, or clouding an opponent's mind and even senses-not unlike the Pulp hero the Shadow, or more villainous users such as Dominque the Cyclops or even evil wizards like Randall Flag to make themselves dim and unobserved. The use of some Force enhanced speed to cut the distance helped, but it was an outwardly aggressive move for position. Having made that inroad once, it used it again, without the loud roars, without the drum beats, and dissapeared off the casino floor, hiding its very presence in the Force to deny its opponent that prescient advantage it used earlier with that same technique.

 

The highground may have served Obi-Wan well, but the advantage of the high ground was only as solid as what it was built on. A thin floored balcony overlooking the casino floor would not stop the figure quietly concealed underneath from executing a sudden Force jump and two lightsabers from tearing through the that floor any better than it would stop a Jedi from taking off the head of a battle droid, skewering upwards towards their targets, points first in a diabolical upthrust. The human foot and ankle has 26 small bones in it, each essential to walking and as any unfortunate soul can state, all very painful of broken or fractured. The pain then would be insurmountable if a lightsaber were to drive itself up through each one, all but dissolving a majority of those tiny bones before cutting and burning itself a good way into one's shins. Even if one did not pass out from the shock or fall over unable to walk ever again, the question would remain: How then, would one finish, much less survive further against an armed, mobile opponent?

 

(3 and good fight)

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The room became incredibly serene after the table toss and blaster fire. As the crunching of the bits of wood from the table made their last audible crack, and the chips upon it stopped rattling, everything stood still, silent but not calm. For a moment Sasori had believed the battle to be done and the attacker to have met his end at his attack that was purely meant give him more space to think tactically about the situation, formulate some sort of plan. However, the silence was one of a planned assassin, Sasori knew it well. A heightened sense of things flowed through the former Black Sun Executive as adrenaline pumped through his veins and he tried as best he could to sense his enemy in the force.

 

The person, man or woman, Sasori truly couldn't tell, was trained in the Force in ways Sasori had not even begun to experiment in. The Grey Jedi was mostly self taught via holocrons of ancient Jedi, a safer route than the Sith Holocrons which might contain a rhakghoul inside to pop out and turn you into a monster at any moment. Lightsaber combat was something never truly covered, and to that he only learned the basics of premonition based lightsaber combat from the Jedi Order upon request. This person would be able to best him in melee one on one, this was obvious, and distance didn't provide Sasori with much more than the ability to plan a bit on how to avoid being killed.

 

Perhaps luck would prove in his favour and he would be able to defeat his opponent and save the Casino, maybe they would thank him for his time, give him enough credits to replace his now scorched and cut robe, a penthouse permanently reserved for him. On the house gambling credits. Birthday parties, and a wing of the Casino with his name on it. People usually forgot about battles between two beings unless it is publicly acknowledged that the person is a hero. Though Sasori may not be the exemplary force of good heartedness that the Jedi and some of the former New Republic agents were, being a hero could be in the cards for him somehow.

 

Inspired by his own imagination Sasori, and the adrenaline coursing through his body, the mercenary Force user discovered newfound strength in the Force, and reached out to find the Attacker, using the skills taught to him to sense others, while keeping focus on his immediate surroundings.

 

After a few moments, nothing could be sensed, and Sasori thought perhaps he was dead, and his body simply vanished and became one with the Force, but something felt odd, everything was connected with the Force, even the air itself, yet there was a place where the Force was null in this room. Sasori was unaware of what could be causing it aside Ysalimiri, but as far as he knew, none existed in this place, and, the void in the Force was moving, fast, and before Sasori had time to think of anything it was right below him.

 

The Force guided Sasori as best as it could given the circumstance, in a place far far away in the future some person would coin a term for the effectiveness of this sixth sense ability as "Spider-Sense", and it wasn't too far from how Sasori felt at the presence, the Force alerted him to danger, he could feel the attack come, but he still wasn't quick enough to completely avoid it.

 

Lightsabers came up through the floor right as Sasori moved to attempt to face what was coming toward him, they crossed and ripped into his gastrocnemius and soleus of his left leg, completely incapacitating it. Sasori gripped his blaster hard as he gritted his teeth in pain. Kneeling down because he couldn't stand on the leg at the moment, Sasori felt on his wrist something he had forgotten was there, the knife in his boot.

 

Making a desperate attempt, if Sasori was more prepared to kill someone he would have brought a thermal detonator, or even a mine that would have activated should the assailant Sasori pounced off the balcony with his right foot and began to fall toward the casino floor below. His blaster in hand and he mind concentrating the Force on the knife, he fired a volley of blaster bolts at the null point in the Force and simultaneously, allowed his dagger to rocket toward that place as well, hoping to pierce it into the heart or neck of this menace.

 

Sasori's body crashed into a table below and he could hear it crunch underneath his mass and the force of his fall. It was painful, and the underarmor he had under his robes did very little to soften the impact. He hoped he had done enough to incapacitate his opponent, enough to allow him to pick up his blaster and just aim from where he lay and end this debacle, get his heroic status from the casino owner and patrons, and finally get the new robes he deserved.

 

(3, and thank you for the challenge and attempt to help me get back up to speed with Dueling)

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And now for the blow-by-blow...

 

Both had excellent set up posts - ??????? gets the advantage here, though, because he gave more character description, where as it's assumed the reader is more familiar with Sasori.

 

Sasori - I like that you carried the credit theme to your second post as you acknowledged the destruction with the ripping of your expensive robe. You need to re-read your posts -

"his mind concentrating on one of is boasters and the lightsaber at his hip".
I'm guessing you meant "blaster" instead of "boaster". Also, how does one walk off of a barstool, especially when that someone is 6'2"?

 

??????? (Attack) - Good use of sound in the attack post. Bringing in other senses only serves to make things more real.

 

Sasori (Defense) - Excellent application of flavorful in-universe idioms. However, you deflected a two-armed aimed and furious attack with one arm, and only used the Force to bolster your speed, not your strength. You then went on to say it was a test of strength, which would indicate that you both were giving it their all, in which case since ??????? bolstered his strength with the Force and is attacking with both arms engaged, then he wins this attack and answer.

 

??????? - 1 vs Sasori - 0

 

Sasori (Attack) - Clever use of the environment to your advantage. Well played. (And yes, the pun was intended.)

 

??????? (Defense) - Good example of how to turn a defense into an offense. This one was close, but ??????? pushed it over the edge by having each defense carry an offensive component allowing him to maintain the advantage and press it further.

??????? - 2 vs Sasori - 0

 

??????? (Attack) - As stated above used your defense as offense and cost your opponent their weapon and wardrobe!

 

Sasori (Defense) - Here you are using the strength of both arms to fend off his attack, something that was missing in your last post. It's good that you acknowledged that your own ability to use the Force wasn't limitless. It's here that we have your second "Re-Read" moment:

"the rest however his his outer robe and ignited small fires along it"

 

However, you successfully defeat the attack bringing the count to:

??????? - 2 vs Sasori - 1

 

Sasori (Attack) - I'm not a physicist, but let me ask you this...which travels faster through the air? A bulky table or charged plasma (aka lightening)? The table would pretty much absorb the bolts that were fired after it. There was also a lot of movement and action for a single post here so watch that in the future. Also "irregardless" isn't a proper adverb or any part of speech for that matter. Regardless, ??????? successfully defeated the attack.

 

??????? (Defense) - See above.

??????? - 3 vs Sasori - 1

 

??????? (Attack) - Good job of using your opponent's placement against them while keeping yourself defensible.

 

Sasori (Defense) - Excellent use of sound to enhance the realism of the scene following the table toss. Concealment in the Force is one thing, but - and here's where I'm pulling out my soap box - ysalamiri do not create easily detectible voids in the Force. They merely suppress heightened Force signs above what equates to the normal environment's background. While they were not in play here, saying that there was a null in the room like one was present doesn't work, because, as RP precedent and canon has shown - ysalamiri do not create remotely easily detectable voids in the Force. Okay, off of the soapbox.

 

It's here that we come to re-read your post moment #3/pay attention to where your opponent has placed themselves in their set up post. You over-reached by placing ??????? on the balcony with you, when he made no such movement other than his lightsabers going through the floor and into your foot. Considering that placement, our last attack actions are ineffective since your shots weren't directed below you, but rather into the room

 

I did like that you kept up the theme of the ripped and burned robe though.

 

Final ruling is in favor of ??????? due to consistent use of turning a defense into an offense and overall effectiveness of neutralizing his opponent's attacks.

 

I apologize again that this took so long.

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((Good duel, John, and thanks for the ruling Ash))

 

The figure watches coldly as its opponent falls, twisting evasively on its own landing to safely avoid the blind shots fired by the Grey Jedi. Landing with the soft click of its boots on the floor, the figure deactivates its lightsabers and walks over to the ruined table where its opponent lay sprawled out. Almost tenderly, the figure kneels lays a single hand on Sasori's forehead and bends over, the other resting on his shoulder.

 

Like a whisper, the figure's "voice" could be heard reverberating in the Jedi's head, a hollow sound echoing from the Force itself.

 

I will show you who I am.

 

And with that, the figure fed. The hand resting on Sasori's forehead stiffened like an iron claw, pressing him down as the figure started to absorb the incapacitated Jedi's very lifeforce, pulling it out slowly, savoring each morsel of its foe's soul. Memories, hopes, dreams, fears, and the very spark of vitae itself were absorbed, extending its life at the cost of another's. The soul of a Force user, particularly a Jedi was rich, even flavorful, and would keep it going for some time as it practice this darkest of arts. In that last instant before the Jedi was wholly consumed, he would become aware of exactly who and what he faced.

 

Unfortunately that knowledge would die with him.

 

Looking down through the darkened hood, the figure dispassionately studied its foes lifeless body and gives it a curious salute for a warrior who fell in battle, showing the only outward trace of sentiment through this whole encounter. Straightening its wounded back and working out the other sores and cramps earned in this contest, the figure silently walks out of the casino floor and disappears into the night.

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