Massacre the Peace

Peace Village...what a repulsive name and an arrogant one at that.  Peace was nothing more then a false hood in this world and these fools fly the banner proudly.  They would be taught a lesson and Kit would be the one to do it.  She stood outside the village gates looking at it, she didn't want all them dead....but ninty eight percent of them would do, just a few needed to be alive to spread the tale that this village was anything bit peaceful.  She had a happy smile on her face as she stalked her way to the gate seeing two gate gaurds as they were probably there to stop things like wild animals or Bandits.  She saw on look at her as she turned walking  tight up to one of them.

Oh um hello ma'am how can I GAH!

He was cut off as helmshe reached for her lifhtsaber blade and ignited it right through his stomach. She then swiped hard ripping a hole in the side of him. The other gaurd looked mortified as he screamed out his name clearly not ready for this.  She wasted not time lunging at home twirling her blade coming and a downward diagonal path.  He was dead before he knew what to do.  She stood over them turning when she hear another woman scream. She turned to hear her yelling for the gaurds as she ran into the village.  She gave a wicked smile.

"Good send your Warriors to me...

As she stalked her way into the villages gate her Saber held out to her side.  She was suddenly surrounded by six more village gaurds.  She smirked looking around her. Seeing two more leading people into the town hall for safty.  She smirked looking around at her current threat. Only six of them...hardly a challenge.  Before they could act or even talk she lunged for the middle one cutting him down in a swift strike.  The other gaurds finally started to move.  They came at her withbpike like weapons the one on her right lunging at her. She dodged it went ease grabbing the pole and as the one on the left tabbed at her her pulled herself twirling behind the gaurd and pushing him into the other one. Then without looking back she spun her Saber and did an under arm thrust impaling them both at the same time.  As she did another two gaurds came at her with swords drawn, but they were only mundane blades.  She pulled out of them twirling her Saber as they got close slicing right through there normal weapons making them go wide eyed as she then stabbed through one's oh them and then slices to the left cutting down the other one on her swing out.  The last gaurd backed away in fear falling to the folround begging for mercy.  She snarled bitterly and slices down through him decaptaing him.

Mercy is for the strong, the weak will always perish...

She then stalked her way to the town hall.  As she tried kicking ope. The door, it was locked.  She sighed stabbing through the door and carved her own door making it big enough for her to come through.  The two gaurds inside looked terrified as she smiled, it was time to work.  All that could be heard from out side was a symphony of screams and cries mixed in with the sounds of her Saber cutting people down.  The massacre didn't take long though, she preferred efficiency since they were all to weak to enterta8n her.  As she finsed leaving only a handful of them alive at random she turned walking out of the build satisfied her blade still ingighted she looked at a figure standing there looking to the town hall.  

Who might you be, explain yourself or be cut down!"

She said with all the confidence in the world. She wasn't stupid though. She wasn't a villager...she was so much stronger then them, this person had power.  That meant they were worth talking to before they died.

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The woman in question said nothing at first, standing so still that it might have appeared as though she was a statue. In truth, she was simply sensing the world around her in a way that no one else could. The village was tainted with darkness, in a way that was quite the contrary to the supposed name of the place. There did not appear to be anything that would be considered peaceful now, much to the intrigue of the blonde haired warrior. Yet, the darkness had only just arrived and the dark mage did not have to ponder long about the source of it. Someone had beaten her to the punch, so to speak and Kalama could not help but feel rather frustrated by that fact. She had been looking forward to releasing some of the stress that had been building up inside her, preferably by turning the village she was in the centre of into a bloody stain. Still, perhaps there was something still to be gained from her visit.

Her right hand moved down to her weapon in an instant, activating the switch on the blade in order to reveal the crimson coloured blade, an action that was done so fast that it would have been difficult to follow. She turned to face the other woman at that point, looking her over without the slightest hint of restraint or modesty. Such things meant nothing to the warrior and she could not have cared less if it made the purple haired woman uncomfortable. Kalama could smell the scent of death on her, the clearest of signals that it had been her who had killed the weaklings in the village. There was an aura of darkness that surrounded her that the yellow eyes of the mage instantly recognised, resulting in a raising of her eyebrow and that weapon, that majestic tool of death. Was it all that different from her own? The dark mage was curious and it was that which, for the moment, stopped her from simply attacking the woman before her.

“I am Kalama, a mage like you who enjoys nothing more than carving up the weak like turkeys. I had come here hoping to do just that but it appears that you have beaten me to it.” She took a step forwards although there was no sign of her preparing an attack. “It is rare that I come across someone who appears to take such joy in separating the heads of insects from their bodies.Tell me, are you simply an animal with a lust for blood or is there something else that drives you?”

As she spoke, a survivor of the slaughter would try to crawl past her, seeming to want to escape from the other woman’s massacre. Kalama would simply raise her left hand and unleash a barrage of lightning bolts from her fingertips, shredding through the weakling's body and turning him into a quivering and twitching mess on the floor. The whole affair lasted no more than thirty seconds or so and by the time she was done, there would be little more than a charred corpse, bearing almost no resemblance to the man that it had once been.

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She stared at the woman now known as Kalama who had just shown a quite impressive display of power with that electrical torrent from her finger tips, while lighting magic wasn't anything new...that felt diffrent. Along with that she had a blade that resembled her in many ways. Based on what she said she was no ally to these weakling, though Kit would show no fear dhowing fear would make her look weak. And shed never abode by that. Though she was taken slightly a back when ask about her motives she scoffed slightly a smile forming on her face.

Peace is but an illusion, and these fools named there village after a worthless sentiment, so I killed them to see if they were strong enough to protect such a title...they however were less then nothing.

She said as she looked her over. She kept her blade ignited, only a fool would drop her gaurd around d someone like her and her instincts told her she was just as skilled with that blade then she was with that lighting. Though the though of finnly fighting someone challenging did peak her interest. But for now she wouldn't get any more information. There wasn't a need. Though outta respect for the warrior known as Kalama she spoke once more.

Well Kalama, that it, so the only two people in this village left are us...do you still want to kill everyone including me or we going our separate ways?"

She said shifting I to a combat stance smiling a bit. He's it was true this woman was in a whole class of her own. However she knew she wasn't escaping Kalama unless she won or she let her. She was a woman of action. She prefer to die fighting then to die running like a coward. Additionally there was a not so small part of her that hope she took the challange...she wanted a challenge finally and Kalama looked the type to provide it. Though if she did choose to go her separate ways she would honor the request however she didn't assume that option was even on the table, it was more a pleasantrie on her part.

WC: 366
TWC: 1,579

There was little reaction from the blonde warrior as the murderer spoke about her reasons for killing the villagers. Yet, Kalama could not help but agree with the sentiment and her own philosophy was not all that different from the woman before her. There were most definitely similarities and the dark mage was beginning to ponder if perhaps killing her would be somewhat of a waste. Kalama felt such confidence and passion from the purple haired woman, enough to match her own perhaps and that only caused her intrigue to increase. Potential, that was what there was in the weapon wielder and the dark mage believed that there was most definitely something there. She could sense that she was already somewhat strong and her magical aura was potent but Kalama could tell that there was something missing. If this woman wished to reach the pinnacle of the magical world, then she would need to tap into a greater source of power, one that currently flowed through the veins of the blonde. Kalama had been searching for quite some time, looking for the one who might just be compatible with her own magical abilities. However, potential could only go so far, there had to be the will to succeed as well.

The confidence was oozing from her would-be opponent and as Kalama watched her enter a combat stance, the blonde naturally entered one as well. There would be no walking away without a confrontation, that much was clear in the body language of the dark mage. This woman had robbed her of the massacre that she had wished to dish out and that had to be paid for. Killing one person was never enough to satisfy her desire to fight and all it had done was light the fire, so she would use all of the frustration within her and teach this thief a lesson, one that would not be forgotten. There was also a second purpose, of course, with the dark mage desiring to see just whether her foe was capable of backing up her words and was worthy of attracting Kalama’s full attention.

“You are not going anywhere until I say otherwise.” Kalama replied simply, the power of the force beginning to build up inside her, a warning of what was about to come.

With her left hand, the blonde would tap into her magical powers, releasing what would look like a spectral version of her hand that went flying out towards her enemy. It would travel fast but there was time for her opponent to dodge or get out of the way but if she was caught, then she would find herself being pulled towards the blonde mage, who would have her lightsaber ready to hack away at her. The force had many uses and this was one of the most simple but none of her spells should be underestimated, as one good spell could win the fight for her.

It was time to see just how good this woman was.

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(2082 TWC)

She smiled nodding at her, she figured she wasn't going anywhere without Kalamas say so. That was fine by her, after all she assumed this is how things would go. She wasnt at all surprised when Kalama made the forst move.
She watched her opponent and her movement her combat sense spiking again. As power welled up, so much so she could feel it welling up all around her as she then released it a spectral hand came flying at her. Though she had experience, she could avoid this attack. She looked at Kalama, if she was going easy and toying with her she'd regret it. With that it was time to counter.

She waited for the right time. The spectral force can flying at her, it was like a large wave of force barreling at her.
She took a deep breath before dodge rolling outta the way. However she dodge rolled going forward just off to her left. She didn't want to lose any ground to this opponent. She could tell that she ulwould more then likely be on the defensive soon enough anyhow. Though her confidence only grew as she was able to avoid the attack, though she had to have more.

She pressed her Attack closing the gap quickly, using what little magic she had as a kick board to close the gap. As she got close she she looked a mending look. Though she knew she wasn't easily intimidated however the one thing that was clear was that she had the intent to kill. As she was coming at the side she castes from and not the side with her blade. On the off chance she couldn't react in time as she went for her arm to slow down her casting. Though if nothing else happened she take some of herside to. Though she probably was expecting such a tactic however this still made the most sense.

As she finally closed the gap she flourish her Saber blade in a spinning formation, no wasted movements and with the intent to not only hide her strike but it was also to overwhelm her opponent. Though she made sure that if she was counter attacked she could still parry. She had paracted this enough and honed her skills with this weapn As she did she finally went in for the hit hit to severe her arm and take a chuck out of Kalama.

WC: 406
TWC:2,486

Her opponent had some fancy moves and managed to evade Kalama’s pull without too much effort. Of course, Kalama had expected that and was already moving into a position where she could protect herself from whatever was thrown her way. She had no idea as to whether her foe had more than just her blade and so was fairly cautious, at least until she figured the woman out. There was a part of the blonde that wondered whether her foe was actually capable of already using the force herself. It was a necessity when it came to using a lightsaber properly and Kalama could not help but notice that the woman’s blade seemed awfully similar to one. Honestly though, those questions only reinforced the idea that perhaps the blonde should make an effort at drawing her purple haired foe into her own way of thinking. Peace is a lie was the first line of her own mantra, one that this woman seemed to share.

As her foe began to spin her saber around and close in, Kalama took on a more defensive stance, her blade changing from its usual red colour to a blue. The blonde began to create a circle of shelter around herself, keeping her blade incredibly close to her body and making it difficult for her enemy to hit her. There was another reason for this stance, namely it being effective against feints and so proved invaluable when the other woman finally unleashed her attack, with Kalama’s blade meeting her opponents in a rather well timed collision, keeping her safe from harm. Soresu was the name of the stance, one that was dedicated entirely to protecting one’s self through a perfect defence and although it was not one that matched Kalama’s personality, she had learned first hand the necessity of it. Her previous fight had been against one who wielded guns, which Soresu had been her only solution for.

The momentum from the two womens blades meeting would send Kalama around in a complete circle but that suited her just fine, for as she came back around to meet her foe, she would fire a burst of lightning from her left hand. There was far more to the blonde than just swordplay after all and by the time this fight was done, her purple haired foe would know it. The aim of her lightning was to either shock her opponent into submission or at least cause a gap to develop between them but it could be dodged if the purple haired woman was quick enough. There was of course another option. If the woman was skilled enough, perhaps she could handle it with her blade? Kalama was curious to find out just how good she was.

“Since I was gracious enough to tell you my name, the least you could do is return the favour. I would hate to bury you without having something to put on your gravestone.” Her tone was rather cold but the look in her eyes was rather more passionate in nature.

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(2995 TWC)

As her sabers clashed and she went into her own stance it was very clear that she actually had training with this type of fighting style where's she had training all kit had was her in a fighting ability that she had picked up and learned along the way. Not that that was a bad thing but it was the difference between a seassoned prodigy and a seasoned Veteran. She never seen as quick movements as she did being able to circle around and break to pull so quickly. This wasn't even another male person this was a true Warrior who had already gained an immense amount of respect for. However if she thought she would be bested so easily she had another thing coming. Though this trainer thought would be broken as soon as she made her next attack from behind. She would do what she always said learn from the battle as she went.

She spun around quickly to see her shooting a bolt of lightning From her fingers again though before she did she asked about her name so she can put it on a grave zone. This made her scofful a little bit and laugh as the lightning came and kareemed with her saber blade she blocked it she had been very adept at blocking magical Based attacks with displayed and has practiced many many times. As the lightning wrapped around her safer blade she gave a small Smirk and replied.

Let's keep it simple you can call me Kit."

Her last name was irrelevant as she held a lightning on her blade and gave a floor shove it before running at her with it still on and as she vanished she would be directed right back at her. She hadn't tried moving with a major attack being deflected at the same time so this was the first time she did it. And glad it worked is a lightning bounced back driving towards Kalama. She wondered how she would block her redirected lightning, curious to learn how she would do it however this gave her the necessary time hopefully why she was distracted by the lightning she'd go in for next strike.

She would Springboard off the ground mimicking a saber fighting style know as Artru, Now she didn't know she was doing this however she was able to leap over the lightning and Kalama As she landed behind her and went for a backwards swing spinning herself in the process so she was facing her back not wanting to let her guard down And do anything fancy at the moment just concerned with landing any sort of hit on her.  

WC: 446
TWC: 3,441

Somehow, Kalama had expected that her opponent would be able to counter her attack and it was then that the blonde was certain that the woman had mastered the use of her lightsaber. To be able to deflect lightning was an advanced skill indeed and one that the blonde herself had learned after a great deal of training. The blonde could not help but wonder who had taught her how to use the weapon but that was a question that would have to find the answer to later. It was, however, proof that this woman was capable of learning the magic that Kalama herself knew and caused the blonde to change her goal slightly. She would not kill the purple haired woman now but simply push her to the brink, in order to see what she was truly made of. Killing this woman would be such a waste and Kalama knew that this saber wielder was meant to be taught by her. Kalama was not usually a believer in destiny but the force was telling her something and that was to take this woman into her confidence and show her the path of darkness, whether Kit wanted it or not. The woman already possessed the necessary blood lust and hatred of peace, she just needed the knowledge of the force, which only Kalama could provide.

The lightning was soon coming back towards her and Kalama simply used the same trick as Kit, using her blade to channel the lightning, before releasing it into the ground, releasing the energy in a safe way. It would be fair to say that she was yet to fight at her fullest and was somewhat testing her opponent but saying that, she was not taking the piss either. The blonde would have no issue with dealing damage if her foe was too slow and was more than willing to bind the woman and make her come with her if things came to that. No was not a word that Kalama paid any attention to, she took what she wanted, regardless of what or who it was. Such was the mindset of the dark warrior, one that she hoped Kit shared or would do in time.

Kit soon came in for another attack and Kalama raised an eyebrow, recognising the stance. It was a far more acrobatic one but somehow suited Kit in the blonde’s opinion, given how fluid she had been in evading Kalama’s pull at the start of the fight. Kalama did not panic, however, using the force to sense just where Kit had ended up. Turning around, still using her shelter of protection, the blonde’s blade would meet her opponents again, sending sparks all over the place. Each form had its weaknesses and without the force to amplify one’s body, Ataru was an energy sapper to say the least. No matter how good Kit was, she would only be able to use it for so long, so Kalama would be patient and simply use her defensive style to hold back the fury of her opponent. There was a part of her that was annoyed though to have to fight in such a style but for the moment, it would have to do..

She would, however, speak, doing her best to hide the curiosity that she definitely felt. “Where did you find that weapon? It is not one that you are just going to find lying around. Did you build it yourself or steal it from another perhaps?”

To keep her foe on her toes, Kalama would take one hand from her blade and unleash a force push towards Kit. It would look similar to her pull ability but the spectral hand would be attempting to launch her away this time around.

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(4069 TWC)

There blades locked and and The sparks would start to fly as their waves were locked together. It wasn't surprising to her that she deflected the reflective lightning. Her opponent was skilled and it was also not any surprise that she blocked her strike this time around as well. She had to find a way to make some headway. She thought about it for a moment and was both frustrated and excited both at the same time. On one end she had a doubt that she would be able to best of this opponent in sable combat. Kit was skilled But spike not telegraphing What her attacks were she always seemed to know what she was doing. She needed To catch herr off guard. There was also a small part of her though that was enjoying this. If she couldn't help to get excited you could call her a bit of a battle junkie to that degree. However she heard Kalama speak again. She Inquired about where she got her weapon. A smile crept on her face at the memory. Though short her answer was full of pride.

Simple, I killed its last owner

As she said this However she felt a large force hit her stomach sending her flying away from Kalama. She didn't have enough time to dodge a point blank shot from her powers. As there Saber lock broke she corrected her self in mid air landing on her feet. She needed to fight more seriously, she was like the normal cattle she fought and killed. She would stop holding back against Kalama now as she got her balance back she rented back her arm and threw her blade towards Kalama.

As her blade sailed towards Kalama she would extend her willmaking it spin and move in a curving oatterne towards her having complete control of its trajectory. However she figured Kalama knew this trick. She seemed to know every other trick so she had to go further. Wasting no time she dashed forward with a burst of speed extending her hand out towards the blade. She willed the other end to come out now showing her full Saberstaff. It wasnow more akin to a saw bladecas it flew towards her. She hoped this was enough to catch her off gaurd. But if she blocked it she would catch it as she jumped into the air prepared to have her saber staff return to her and come down raining a flourish on Kalama.

WC: 417
TWC:4,486

There was a ghost of a smile that crossed Kalama’s lips when her question was answered. She should not have expected anything less in truth and it only confirmed what the blonde had already learned about Kit. A warrior like herself, one who desired nothing more than to watch the world burn and for the peace lovers to be exterminated. It was oh so refreshing for Kalama to meet someone like the purple haired woman and the blonde was enjoying the fight, even if she was mostly on the defensive. After her fight with Victoria, she had come to realise just how important defence was and she supposed that using it now was a good test of her own skills, even if a part of her wanted to switch form and give Kit an absolute pasting. In time she would, when the opportunity came to her but that for the moment, her role was to irritate and frustrate her opponent, in order to try and pull out the hatred and passion that Kalama knew was there. She just needed to force them out of the golden eyed woman. Funnily enough, Kit seemed to be doing the same with her, with that cocky smile and arrogant words. It was the kind of look that Kalama just wanted to slap off.

Her opponent was knocked back by her force push but she took it well and Kalama swiftly moved back into her defensive stance, expecting a reaction. Yet, it was not what she expected, with Kit actually throwing her lightsaber towards the blonde. The smile on the blonde’s face grew slightly and she positioned herself in order to send it back towards its sender, only for it to suddenly extend into a staff which changed the direction suddenly, forcing Kalama to jump backwards and out of the weapon’s range. It had been a long time since she had last seen a saber staff and although she preferred the single blade herself, she could understand the benefits of the former. The fight had certainly gotten more interesting with this development and the fact that Kit seemed at least partly able to use the force already only added to that. There was more to this woman than there appeared to be and Kalama was going to find out how deep Kit’s connection to the powerful energy currently was.

Watching as the blade returned to Kit, Kalama would look up as her opponent caught her blade in mid air and came down towards her with a flourish of strikes. Spinning her blade around, the blade of the blonde would clash again and again with Kit’s, doing her utmost to protect herself from the barrage. Her opponent was incredibly explosive and swift but the blonde held her own, resulting in a mighty battle of attack vs defence. Kalama was most definitely enjoying herself now and the smile just kept on growing across her face, while her irises started to change from amber to red, as the darkness began to fuel her.

“For a weapon built by another, you are surprisingly skilled.” The blonde uttered as they kept clashing. “There is something that you are missing though. A source of power that will turn you into an unstoppable juggernaut.”

Deciding to quicken the pace, Kalama would step back from their constant clashing and create a ball of force energy, which would explode into a dazzling light when charged. There was time for Kit to look away or get out of range but if she was unable to, her sight might just be affected. The blonde would then go on the offence herself, leaping into the air and launching a powerful saber attack down towards her foe, the colour of her weapon changing from blue to yellow, as she took on the same stance as her foe.

(639 Words)
(639 B rank WC)

Kit had thought for the brief moment shebwas making head way, her faint worked finally getting her to move from her spot. As she came down with her Flourish now using a waleapon she was far more comfortable with she was able to really go out.  Kalama was playing it Defensive though as Kit attacked her she wasn't in a blind frenzy she was watching Kalamas movements.  She was no slouch at Defensive combat herself however she usually defended against multiple foes as she killed single opponents to quickly, her movements tight and efficiently, not leaving many if any openings, she was a master at this craft.  But even so she wouldn't relent, she wasn't  a weak little girl anymore, she was among the strong.  Though she began to compliment her skill with her weapon and claim there was a power she could learn to make her unstoppable.  To say this peaked her curiosity would be an understatement...however the game of riddles was annoying to say the least. Her smile only there now from the thrill of battle she didn't reply, she didn't have time to.

She stepped cack creating a ball of energy.  She could sense the intent as she spun closing her eyes crouching down to sheild her eyes as it exploded into a bright dazzling light.  If she had been caught by that she would have been several crippled, once again this woman displaying this power.  Though as quick as the flash she felt something.  Call it a sixth sense, battle focuse, the force whatever she felt Kalamas intent and strike coming despite not seeing it, she saw the intent She thrust the back blade up to parry the initial strike before spinning twirling her blade seeing g she had already recovered and was coming at her.

She barly had time to react, her Speed was nothing to scoff at as she came at her restlessly, she at first started to give ground struggling against the barrage slightly.  However being the prodigy that she was she started to adapt to Kalama  actually defending like she did with her quick and efficient movements making use of both ends of her saber to defend.  It was un refined and un polished but the technique was there.  As she defended she needed to find a way to bounce back or she would get overrun at this point.  

And what...pry tell is the source...of this power...

She asked in-between strikes, she was genuinely  curious but she also was hoping that her talking would help her create an opening.  While chances were slim of that she wasn't the type to not use every tool avaliable to her. Though despite being pushed back a bit her confidence never once wavered as she kept defending herself

WC: 463
TWC: 5,588

It appeared that the tide of the fight had turned, with Kalama on the offence while her opponent had become the more passive one. That suited the blonde although she had to admire just how quickly Kit had been able to create a passable imitation of her own defensive technique. It was not perfect by any means but with practice, it could perhaps become so given time. Whether Kit had the patience to do so though was something else and now that the blonde was on the front foot, she would test the resolve of her foe. The purple haired woman had done well so far in holding her off but the pace would continue to quicken now. Kalama wanted to see exactly what she was working with here and the only true way of doing that was to begin to pile on the pressure, precisely what the blonde woman enjoyed.

Her voice was little more than a growl when she answered. “It is all around us. A field of energy that when harnessed can make the impossible possible. One who can bend it to their will is capable of anything that they desire. The only limit is your imagination and with it as your slave, you will be able to make all of your hopes and dreams a reality. You wish to rid this world of the weak and pathetic? It is doable with this…this Force, as it is known as. There are few in this world who can access it but from what I have seen so far, you just might, as I can.”

Her saber would change colour again, becoming an amber like colour and Kalama would sprint forwards and begin to launch a powerful onslaught of blows against her opponents defences. Djem So was the name of this stance, one meant to overpower another blade wielder and a favourite style of those who loved to take the offence. The aim of it was simple, to break through with sheer strength alone and to break even the most stout of defences. Aggression personified and as Kalama’s blade attempted to do just that, the look on her face began to change to one of rage. Darker emotions such as anger were paramount to using the form properly and she had plenty of that. Her blade would slam into Kit’s repeatedly, as though she was trying to break her opponent's weapon in half, all the while her strength would increase. If Soresu had one weakness, it was a lack of offence and Djem So had been created to rectify that.

There was always a thrill that she got whenever she was dominating her opponent and she was just beginning to feel that sensation now. To batter a foe into submission was always pleasant, especially one who was able to at least compete with her for a time. Killing the weak was enjoyable but nothing matched the elation that came with a decent contest, where she could unleash all of her rage and hatred, while being pushed to her limits. She had learned that from her fight with Victoria and as much as she hated the brunette bitch, the fight had been one that she would never forget.

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(1177 B rank WC)

Kit was blocked her strikes however it was very clear to her she wouldn't find an opening, she had an air tight defense with her powers even on offense...she was a true Warrior. She listened carefully to her words about where this power was and how it worked...what it would allow her to do. The words burned into her mind. Branded there for her to remember...she wanted that power. While normally she would fight to death...this time she didn't want to die....not till she gotten ever secret of this power out of Kalama. However her thoughts were broken as she got even more aggressive on her, as if trying to knock her off her feet and split her weapon in two. She grunted and had to admit a terrible truth....she lost.

She hated this feeling of defeat. She was a weakling again. Someone is stronger then her and she needed to surpass them. She got angry for a moment using that rage to make one counter parry to her strike. Not to fight back but to create distance. She could have kept going but that would have been futile with how this was going.
This fight is over and she now had someone she respected...someone to surpass. She then sheathed both ends of her saber and despite hating mannerism this one time she suck up her pride and kneel to Kalama. She looked at her with a mix of respect, distain, and a hunger for more. To her courage still in her eyes and never once does sorrow or pity show there face.

You have bested me and I yield, I ask that you spare me and teach me the ways to this power. Don't think of my asking as me pleading for my life or as mercy, I know I'll go through hell for what I want and what you have to offer. I want you to know that with whatever you past to me I will surpass you with the knowledge you can provide me...please let me learn from you Master Kalama.

She never looked away from the imposing figure that was Kalama. Her Saber still lit and she looked at her. Her eyes thrusting for the power she provides. The fact that she was kneeling though and having to ask this of her...but nothing is free I'm this world and this time her pride was the price. She took a breath and waited. The ball was in Kalamas court. If she accepted her then she would dedicate her self to Kalama, body, mind, and soul to learn from her...if she said no then her gamble failed and she would die just like the rest of the walking of the world...that's just how it was and she was fine with it.

WC:464
TWC:6,590

It was fortunate that Kit surrendered when she did, as Kalama might just have gotten a little too into the fight at that point and dealt some real damage. Still, the result of the battle was always going to be with her winning and so the blonde was not surprised when the concession came. Djem So was one of her favourite forms and the blonde had become incredibly effective in its use. That being said, she had thought that Kit might have held on a little longer, due more to her immense amount of self confidence than anything else but maybe the blonde’s barrage had taught her a little something about humility. Whatever the reason, Kalama did relent when the purple haired woman gave up and simply watched her for a moment as she begged for training, on her knees in front of her. The blonde did not deactivate her saber although it changed back from amber to red, a sign that she was most likely done.

It was about a minute or so before she actually replied, her eyes back to their usual amber hue. “Submitting to me is the first step in your training and I expect you to use the humiliation of it to fuel your anger. This memory is going to be one that you will remember forever and whenever you find yourself lost or uncertain, it will relight the fire that burns within that arrogant vessel of yours. You already seem to have a good grasp as to what to expect. In order to use the power of the Force properly, you must dominate it, own it, control it, make it follow your commands. Once you can do that, you will be able to do the same to every man, woman, beast or anything else that dares stand in your way. Yet, before you can do that, you must learn how to control yourself. You must be broken down, stripped down to your core and rebuilt. Only then will you achieve your potential and perhaps one day…our positions just might be reversed.”

At that point, she would move her blade and place it briefly over each of Kit’s shoulders, similar to when someone was knighted. It did not touch Kit but the hum would sound rather ominous given how close it was to her. “I will train you in the ways of the Force and do all in my power to make sure that you succeed, however, there is only so much I can do. You must have the strength to survive the journey and come out stronger for it. I will make you face your greatest fears, fight the most powerful foes and push you to the limits and beyond.”

Deactivating her blade and returning it to her belt at that point, she would then lean over the purple haired woman and add, her gaze briefly containing something else, tilting Kit’s head up with one of her hands so that they were looking at each other. “Until your training is complete, you will follow every command I give you and I will do whatever I wish with you.”

With that, she would lean down and press her lips against those of her student, delivering a powerful kiss that could well be one of many. For the moment though, it was simply a sign of her dominance over her newest and, as Kalama would have to admit, beautiful student.

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(1751 B Rank WC)

Kit Listen to every word carefully Keeping her head Looking down and kneeling still before her as she listened relieved to hear that she would be getting the training and not dust today. Her hunger only grew though wanting to start learning this power immediately however do some degree patience would be needed. As she knelt there and was knighted Buy her saber blade feeling the warm plasma near her each time gave her some chills however once again no action was taken for her life and she quickly recomposed herself. She would make sure to take her new master's words to heart it uses fear and humshit and anger to be the source of her new power. She intended on using it to its full effect and working her Emotions into overtime if it meant gettinger stronger. However what happened next took her by surprise which wasnt an easy feat.  She knelt her head up and kissed her.

This powerful dominant kiss was clearly a sign showing that she was the one in charge here but there was more to it there was a bit more behind it and she could feel it however at this moment she would just return the affection returning on the same magnitude as she stoodespite not being told to do so yet. She was a woman of action after all. However in this moment restraint might need to be shown though she didn't necessarily want this moment to end either.  However it needed to....this time.   However she would get her own version of vengeance.  She would pull the blonde in closer holding tilting her head, giving the illusion she was lost in the moment, then she was faint going further with her tounge before pulling away and letting her go smirking at the blonde taking a small step back.

Master Kalama, thank you for the honor of training, and for the gift you gave someone like me.  Now that formalities are done with here the deal Master.  The names Kit Kerrington, though I would prefer just Kit.  I am not one for formalities and I will always speak my mind.  

That being said as much as I wanna take you to the ground amist this beautiful carnage and rip your cloths off your body and have my way with you...I am sure a few rats got away.  If the Rune Knights came and interrupt my first time with you Master...I  don't think the world could handle the destruction I'd bring.  So with that said I recommend we depart and find a more...suitable location...or we wait here and slaughter whoever shows up to check the town.

She stood there infront of her master smiling at her not moving or even feeling the the slightest embarrassed by what she said.  She was whis she was and would yield on that no matter what.  She stared into her masters eyes, though there was now a new hunger for her...though it could wait a little longer.

WC: 500
TWC: 7,664

The dark warrior had half expected Kit to pull away when she had kissed her, so to find her new student actually trying to deepen it was a slight surprise. It was not an unpleasant one though and the blonde found herself enjoying the moments where their lips met. There was a hunger there, she could feel it and Kalama would be lying if she said that she did not feel the same way. For so long, her feelings and emotions had been locked away due to her curse, leaving her as little more than an empty shell, a prisoner in her own body. It had been a horrible experience but it had also been the key in her learning to master her magic. That pain had made it easier for her to harness her darker powers and once the lock on her emotions had broken, she had come to appreciate sensations such as anger and lust, in a way she never had before. They fueled her every move and frankly without them, life was simply not worth living.

When they finally broke apart, Kalama would listen to her new students' words, her amber eyes almost piercing a hole through her student. Yet, it was not because she was angry with Kit or anything of that nature. No, she was simply intrigued, her attention now fully focused upon the purple haired woman. She spoke with such candour, a rarity among those that the blonde came across and the warrior found it to be rather refreshing. “I have no use for a student who lacks the courage to speak their mind nor the guts to take what they want. You will need that confidence in order to succeed and I fully expect you to do so. As far as I am concerned, you are free to do whatever you wish, as long as you do not neglect your training and that you complete the tasks that I give you. Everyone you meet is expendable and all that should matter to you is gaining strength and getting your own way. Selfishness is our path, one that we must follow with all our hearts.”

Her eyes met Kit’s at that point and she had every intention of showing her student exactly what she meant right then and there but she paused mid step, as the force suddenly reached out to her in warning, resulting in her stopping and moving her hand towards her lightsaber. “As much as I might enjoy taking you right here and now, I believe that we have some fodder to deal with first.”

A group of hunters were entering the village at that point, wielding a variety of weapons from bows and guns, to axes and blades. It appeared that this group were the guards of the village and they certainly did not look happy that their friends were now simply corpses littering the ground. Kalama did not sense much in the way of magical power though and did not expect them to be too much of a challenge. Turning to her new student, activating her lightsaber as she did so, she smiled, her eyes turning crimson once more due to the force’s influence. “Shall we?”

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Kit was Infatuated with her master and her words, finally another person who understood her, and a striking woman to boot. She was already sure she made the right decision. She was glad she also shared her desires right now as she wanted her master more then anything right now. However as she predicted somthing would have gotten in the way. A group of hunters that looked in shock from the massacre stood there. She got irritated at first until she heard her master call them fodder and offering to deal with them. With that s smirk grew across her face. There is no way she was letting Kalama go. She leaned in kissing her masters cheek and in a almost husky hungry voice she whispered in her ear.

Lets~

As she said that she ignited both ends of her lightsaber. She then turned quickly letting anger fill her as she then threw her saber towards them in a curving motion. She then chased after it. The men looked surprised by thos especially hen it cut on of them down. Getting her surprise round in as she closed the gap. The Saber came back to her. As she caught it she was close enough, coming down in a spinning motion cleaving someone in two. Just then someone ran behind her swinging down at her. As she rose she dodged it effortlessly using the back end of her blade to stab upward her blade going right though there chest as they swung down.

As she killed that man a nature mage start shooting a barrage of thorn blasts at her. She fell into her defensive stance as she started blocking all the thorn blasts. Seeing a large number of them start charging and attack Kalama she laughed a little as she advanced on the mage. As two men guarded her she deflected one blast of throws I to one of them taking him off gaurd as he got skewered. The made the nature mage pause in shock, for a split second she stopped that all Kit needed. She rushed her final gaurd as he got focused to stop her. She then leap over them both. As she landed she did a flourish with her Saber staff as decapited her without looking at her. As she turned around the man gaurding her looked mortified as she stalked towards him and raised her blade. He looked like a lost to the madness of the slaughter, a weak man who she cut down without a single thought. She then turned to Kalama to see her masters handy work with her group.

WC: 438
TWC: 8,639

While a number of the guards attacked Kit, a slightly larger group came after the blonde, who simply fell back into a Soresu stance, her blade turning blue again, in order to defend herself against the barrage of bullets that came her way. A number of her opponents were gunslingers, making it all too easy for Kalama to simply deflect the projectiles away from her. Two of the enemies were killed by their own bullets, causing them to fall to the ground, screaming and begging for aid, not that they would get any mercy from the dark mage. She altered her stance then, her blade turning green and she began to take a more aggressive posture, moving forwards and sending the projectiles back in a more forceful style. Her reason why would soon become obvious, as it allowed her to reach the two she had knocked down and quickly finish them off, her blade carving through both like a hot knife through butter. Their screams faded into nothing and Kalama would then charge, her blade becoming hard to follow as she sent more and more bullets back, causing them to shred through her opposition. The idiots fell so easily and seemed too stupid to realise that they were being killed by their own weapons. Soon enough, the last gunman would lay dead at her feet, to join his fellows in Hell.

A large axe wielder would then plough forward, resulting in a clash between his massive weapon and Kalama’s perfectly tuned saber. He was certainly powerful but rather clumsy and the blonde soon found herself taking control of the contest, using the powers of Djem So to dominate the fight, her vicious strikes becoming too much for even his muscular frame to compete with. She pushed him further and further backwards, until he ended right up and against the fence that surrounded the village. He could not move any further back and Kalama simply battered against his defences until her blade cut straight through his axe, before she delivered a vicious blow that went straight through him, ending his life in an instant.

There was no time to relish her victory though as the force once more warned her of danger, allowing her to turn around and deliver a powerful push that sent another three men backwards, causing them to crash into the debris that Kit’s massacre had left behind. Two of them were able to get back up but the third had struck a wall so hard that he had gone completely through it and died on impact. The others were cautious when it came to engaging her though and soon turned to try and run but Kalama was having none of it and used the force to pull them back towards her, using the same move that she had on Kit. Raising her saber to meet them, she would cut down both of them as they came in range, finishing her half of the guards.

The contest, if you could call it that, was over and as she approached her student, deactivating her lightsaber as she did so, the blonde’s eyes would be almost burning with desire and lust. She would nod her head towards the village hall, the only building that seemed to be still standing and uttered just a few words. “In there. Now.”

The time for Kit’s training to begin would soon come but for now, Kalama had something else in mind.

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(2865 B Rank Freeform)

(2000/2000 C rank freeform.)
(2000/2000 C rank freeform.)

(Using my remaining solo count for a solo B rank. 2500/2500)