My random post for which I can't think up a name

[bladeofky]

Fay't glided through the streets of Dathomir, his blue eyes giving off an eerie soft glow from beneath the hood of his cloak. The eyes were intent upon a dark crimson cloak which moved along further ahead.

I shall have vengeance for my people.

The face of the man he was following was burned into Fay't memories. It was he who had somehow found the hidden Fremen city deep in the desert. It was he who had single handedly wiped out the entire city. Only Fay't and a few survivors remained to carry out sworn vengeance.

A crush of people swarmed the streets suddenly and Fay't momentarily lost sight of the red cloak. A shoved his way through the crowd and searched frantically with his eyes. It had taken so long to track the man down to this town and with every passing instant Fay't revenge grew more distant. Finally his eyes caught a familiar crimson movement to his left. Refusing to risk losing his chance again, Fay't decided it was time to stop tailing and to start killing. Fay't moved among the peole growing steadily closer to the dark red stain in the crowd. When he was only a few feet away he silently drew his crysknife from his belt. He drew closer. He raised the crysknife. He struck.

[Tira]

From the moment Fay't began to stalk her with his glowing blue eyes, Tira had sensed it through her fairy magic. Of course she looked nothing like a fairy considering she never revealed her wings. When the knife seemed as if it were just about to make contact with her, Tira stepped swiftly to the side.

So this world isn't that boring after all...

A rush of delight shuddered down her spine as she lashed out her wire at Fay't hands. With her skilled manipulation of her hands, the wire wrapped itself around Fay't wrist. The tip of the wire dug into the ground, temporarily keeping his hand from moving closer to her. Her furious dark crimson eyes, showing a hint of delight, glared into the face of her attacker. Snapping off the wire so she could use it for another attack, Tira took one step back for she was well aware that the wire would not stop him for long.

The fury he's putting in this is absolutly delicious...

Tira could feel the hate and vengence radiate from Fay't. She had not encountered anybody with such dark feelings this strong in this world till now. Although she was still in the wretched desert, she began to think that this world would not be as boring as she suspected after all...

[bladeofky]

Taken completely by surprise, Fay't allowed himself a moment of hesitation. He instantly focused his senses on the new set of circumstances as he had been trained to do. His knife hand was caught by wire and anchored to the ground. The red cloaked man (Fay't had still not seen the face) was drawing away. Fay't lashed out with his foot but his prior hesitation had cost him. The man was out of reach. Seeing he had missed, Fay't swung his foot back. Using his other hand he drew the second crysknife from his boot and in the same motion cut through the wire that bound him. Brandishing both crysknives now, Fay't croached low and glared at the hateful red cloak.

Red...how appropriate. The sands will run red with your blood.

Among the crowd, those with weaker stomachs had quickly moved away while the rash made a circle around the two combatants. Rage told Fay't to attack but hours upon hours of rigorous training held him in check. It was never wise to rush headlong into death. This man had surprised him once and could do so again. Fay't began to circle the man. For now he would wait for an opening. And then...death.

[Tira]

The loath that continued to radiate from her attacker fed Tira. In a way her attacker was also her savior. She did not know how much longer she would be able to stand this world with so much boredom in it. She smirked beneath her cloak, seeing how determined he was.

A crowd had gathered. She could use them to her will later...but not know. Now, the crowd was nothing but as something that presented a small challege for her. The crowd acted as a barrier so her space was limited. But then again nothing could truly limit her space. She could easily jump on the people or over the people if she wished.

Lucky for them. They can witness a true fight.

A slender hand reached up, and black fire began to pour rapidly from her fingertips. A rain of black fireballs shot towards Fay't at a rapid speed. Her other hand was already on her roll of wire, ready for the next attack. She almost felt like giggling for she was having so much fun.

She felt the familiar rush of excitement run through her every vein. Not the same lusting she got when she went on a hunt, but a lusting for a good fight. Her eyes held a sparkle that shone beneath her hood. But she controlled herself. She must not let her excitement get in the way.

Oh yes...fight me...with everything you got. Feed me your hatred...your vengence...your passion to kill...

[bladeofky]

Fay't's legs reacted before his mind did, dodging to the side and barely saving his life. His brain caught up a split second later as he was moving in the most unpredictable way the desert had taught him. It was unpredictability that saved him, as it had saved him so many times in the past. Unpredictability forced the enemy to slow in attack, needing first the time to see and register Fay't new position. This time was vital to Fay't as he could already feel the heat from the fire as it passed. Yes, it was unpredictability that saved him, unpredictability and coldness. The screams from the unfortunate bystanders who were hit filled the air with agony, but he didn't hear it. They were not his people. His people had had a far worse fate at the hands of this demon.

As more of their number were incinerated, the crowd's interest in the fight turned to panic. People fled in every direction, seeking to escape the black fire. Chaos erupted instantly, a multitude of colored robes and screams merging and splitting in every direction. Here again was more unpredictibility. Fay't used it.

Moving off towards the chaos of the fleeing crowd, Fay't ducked and weaved his way between the people. Screams followed as human body's took the impact of the fireballs.

How pitiful that I must flee and use others to protect me. Am I not capable even of protecting myself?! Am I so weak?!!! No, I must not succumb to emotion. Death will be the only thing I feel.

Focusing his energies away from wasteful emotion, Fay't made himself as cold and calculating as he was able. Coldness is, perhaps, the most intense form of rage. He flew through crowd, using the rising screams as his eyes with which to see his attacker's viewpoint. The screams were slowly but surely falling behind, signalling that the red cloaked man was losing sight of Fay't.

The farther you are from me, the closer you come to death.

With one swift turn, Fay't disappeared among the mess of bystanders. Only two brief moments had passed when from behind the red cloak a sharp cry permeated the air.

"DIE"

His voice amplified a thousand times in his hand mounted weirding module, Fay't fired the sonic wave through the crowd. Those between him and his prey screamed as the sound resonated through their internal organs causing rupture and painful death. Uncaring and impersonal, the sonic wave tore towards its target.

[Tira]

Tira felt the sonic wave ripple through the air, rushing towards her. Her opponent was more resourceful that she thought. He was indeed a worthy opponent. She watched the glorious deaths of those who had stayed to watch the fight. With each death, more hatred and pain were fed into her, increasing her power.

This is more like it...

She had two options: reveal her wings to fly above the wave or use her speed. Since she was anything but keen on revealing herself as a fairy, she decided to use her speed. Her eyes narrowed as began to run towards the side at an incredible speed. At the moment she looked like a blood red streak that soared over the ground. As she neared a building, her wire shot up towards the top of it as she tugged on the wire so that she was able to run up the side of the building. The wave shot past her harmlessly below her as Tira continued to run along the rooftops towards her opponent.

Once she reached the edge of the building closest to him, Tira planted her foot firmly on the corner as she launched herself at him. She would land a few feet behind him. With a flick of the wrist, her wire rose up like a wave and shattered into needles that all shot towards him. It was an endless rain of razor sharp needles.

Don't disappoint me.

Her dark eyes from beneath her hood pieced into her opponent's bright blue eyes waiting to see his next great feat.

[bladeofky]

Given the time, Fay't might've wondered at the unnatrual speed of his opponent or took notice of the feminine face he had glimpsed beneath the hood. But his mind only had time for two thoughts.

Needles. Shoot.

Turning his weirding module about to face the incoming needles, Fay't cried out and released a wave that shattered a hole in the wall of needles and the building beyond with a deafening roar. The surviving needles stabbed harmlessly into the ground around him. His blue within blue eyes now shifted upward to see the red stain closing in. His mind had only time enough to register two new thoughts.

It's coming. Knife.

Crysknives already in hand, Fay't lashed out with one of the blades as the red cloaked demon landed behind him.

((we need to end this fight. It's getting a little boring ))

[Tira]

((ha ha no problem.))
((eh heh heh...right...missed that...))

Tira landed skillfully in the sand in a crouching position. She looked like a feline creature about to pounce. But all she was was stand up cooly, gazing at the blue eyed attacker. Her red lips were slightly curved into a smile. It was a good fight.

Her hand reached up towards the hood that cloaked her face, and pulled it back. It was not the face that her attacker was expecting. Instead it was a female face with cold dark eyes and blood red lips. She wore a cap that seemed to keep all her hair under it except for a few strands of wavy dark crimson red hair that framed her face.

Hm...not what you expected?

Tira quickly rehooked her roll of wire onto her belt as she shot streams of her dark fire at Fay't's knives. Her eyes burned with passion for a challenge.

((okies...too tired to make this posty better...))

[bladeofky]

Fay't's drew a breath as his eyes widened in surprise, then narrowed in disdain.

She's not the one I'm looking for. This is a waste of my time.

He could barely prevent showing his fury at coming so close to revenge then letting it slip through his fingers. But there was a time for such thoughts and this was not the time.

As quickly as he had attacked, Fay't pulled his knife back to his body. Fire scorched the top of his hand. Pain attacked his mind but he shoved it away. In the same motion, Fay't spun around, bringing his second hand to sweep his opponent's outstretched hand away and bringing the first knife quickly to her throat ((hope you don't mind)). He was met, however, by her hand at his face. They stood there silently, glaring at each other. Both their eyes burned, her's with exhiliration, his with surpressed rage. He had come so close...

Quickly, he brought his mind back in check. A wandering mind had no place on the battlefield. A breathed deeply twice, an old Fremen calming technique, regaining his reason.

So, its a standoff. It's too late to pick up the trail of the other now. I may as well take my time.

His knife still at her throat (her hand still radiating heat) he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. The Fremen were always suspicious of those without the blue on blue eyes of the Ibad. He had not expected any non-Fremen were capable of fighting so well, especially a woman. She could become a valuable ally...or a dangerous enemy. He assessed the situation. His father was the leader in the old Fremen city and had taught him something of politics. He weighed the options. An ally could not always be trusted. Allies are always in the best position to profit from double cross. On the other hand, he had noticed from the first attack that she had reacted too quickly to be natural. No, she must've sensed him somehow. Without stealth, Fay't had lost his greatest asset. She also seemed a very capable fighter, one that Fay't might not be able to defeat. The choice seemed clear. He would have to try to make a friend out of her. An enemy of her level would be too dangerous of a risk.

"You fight well. Who are you?"

[Tira]

The passion in Tira's eyes began to fade away as the fight had come to a close. She was disappointed that the fight should end so soon, especially when he was such a worthy opponent. Her respect grew for him as his knife came in contact with her throat. Few had ever done so, and even fewer had lived through it. Tira had too much respect for him to kill him. Yes...she had enough respect for him to even tell him her name.

"As do you. I am Tira. Who are you?"

Tira paused, recollecting the surprise and distain that burned in his eyes right before his knife came in contact with her throat. She was not whom he wanted.

"And who were you trying to kill?"

[bladeofky]

"I am called Letafay't. Fay't will do just fine."

He contemplated withdrawing his knife from her throat. Such an action carried great risk, but then so do all actions. It was a chance he would have to take. Slowly, the knife edge retreated away from the exposed neck.

"And I will kill the man who destroyed my people. You simply wore the same garments as he. Fate has a twisted sense of humor."

She had not yet burned his head off. This was a good sign. Fay't shiethed both knives, his cloak falling back into its natural place around him, revealing nothing of the deadly weapons he carried. Taking a step back, Fay't deliberately spat upon the ground in front of her. He waited. It would be interesting to see how she would react to this.