Post by Darth Kairos on Aug 1, 2015 14:53:17 GMT
Muscle memory proved to be a hindrance rather than a hazard to the Trivasian Sith. He was fast, true, and Amorata thought she could sense him drawing on the Force to dull his pain - but he naturally went to make two handed movements with his weapon. Usually he realised, but the microsecond he took to correct himself was another microsecond she had on him, and when he didn't remember the spasms of pain from his severed fingers bought her more time. He fell back parrying, trying to use distance to find an opening to retreat and regather himself - and managed to jerk his arm out of the way just in time to save it. Instead of cutting it off, Amorata's lightsaber sliced a deep, black scorchmark into his forearm, eliciting a spitting snarl of pain.
Amorata felt anger flare through Targon, and he met her next attack with brutal, clumsy strength. It bought him enough time to punch the remnants of his left hand out and send her skidding backwards with another weighty Force Push. Breathing heavily, Targon took his eyes off of Amorata to focus on his arm, and seemed to realise it would do him no good. For half a moment she almost thought he was going to hack off his own arm, but, defying expectations, he wasn't really 'crazy', and instead fixed the arm behind his back.
"Put her down," the Chiss Sith snapped impatiently. Amorata cast a glance over the other Trivasian acolytes, and saw that only the Chiss remained seated. The others had all stood up, and were standing safely behind their chairs, watching with expressions varying from concern to excitement.
As if spurred by his fellow's words, Targon moved in to action. With an aggressive flourish of his lightsaber, he ran forward - and then leaped, ducking to the side and using one of the vacated thrones as a pedestal to jump high and come down with a diagonal slash across Amorata's body. He kept moving with a spin, coming around again immediately to slash at Amorata's legs before spinning before immediately redoubling and slicing at her left shoulder. He was all motion as he kept his offense up, spinning, whirling, pirouetting - but there was less power behind his attacks than Amorata would have expected. Though she had never learned it herself, Amorata soon recognised Targon's use of Ataru - and that he was at a serious disadvantage without his left arm in play.
Amorata felt anger flare through Targon, and he met her next attack with brutal, clumsy strength. It bought him enough time to punch the remnants of his left hand out and send her skidding backwards with another weighty Force Push. Breathing heavily, Targon took his eyes off of Amorata to focus on his arm, and seemed to realise it would do him no good. For half a moment she almost thought he was going to hack off his own arm, but, defying expectations, he wasn't really 'crazy', and instead fixed the arm behind his back.
"Put her down," the Chiss Sith snapped impatiently. Amorata cast a glance over the other Trivasian acolytes, and saw that only the Chiss remained seated. The others had all stood up, and were standing safely behind their chairs, watching with expressions varying from concern to excitement.
As if spurred by his fellow's words, Targon moved in to action. With an aggressive flourish of his lightsaber, he ran forward - and then leaped, ducking to the side and using one of the vacated thrones as a pedestal to jump high and come down with a diagonal slash across Amorata's body. He kept moving with a spin, coming around again immediately to slash at Amorata's legs before spinning before immediately redoubling and slicing at her left shoulder. He was all motion as he kept his offense up, spinning, whirling, pirouetting - but there was less power behind his attacks than Amorata would have expected. Though she had never learned it herself, Amorata soon recognised Targon's use of Ataru - and that he was at a serious disadvantage without his left arm in play.