She shakes her head then takes a breathe.

"I will try harder to be a true Jedi Master Petrolu, and I will do better to take others words into consideration."

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His son let out a sigh and backed away to disappear into the shadows behind him, leaving his father to turn back to the others, stepping forward out of his house as he did so.

In his hands was a sharp double-ended weapon: one end bearing an ornate spearpoint, the other a long scythe-like blade.

He spoke up sharply in the Sith tongue, waited a moment, then said something in a different dialect. When he was met with nothing but raised brows he cocked his head a little to one side, his eyes narrowing as he considered the group. Then--

"I am Shawn Petrolu, and these are my friends Nefrai Kesh, Dat Cyprios, and Sarisa Ker."

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"And just-- what are you?" he asked, looking down his nose at the party.

"How is it you come here, speaking of our Dark Lady? Why do you think she would help you... if you live long enough to even come into her court."

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"You will guide us or allow your son to do so because if you do not, I see no reason to allow for you to bar our path. And if you do, I see no reason for me not to remove you physically from our path, as your pathetic facade of honor is little more than an attempt at Bravado that has no basis in fact."

Kesh extended a clawed finger towards the sith, now mocking his expression as he lifted his head in the form of looking down his nose'. "You will not bar our path, because you have not the ability, nor the will to do so."

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"You speak of blood... very well. You will depart from my property now, or I shall remove you from it!"

She didn't think anything more of it because she didn't want Shanw to read her anymore. At least not about somethign as trivial as that.

Instead she continued to wait in a relaxed stance where she could transition to offensive or defensive posture depending on what happens in the next few moments.

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He looked to the others. "You should all take a bit of distance now. Oh, and make sure Sarisa doesn't watch, less she become more fascinated by death."

He looked back to the sith. "So how does it work here? First blood? Death? All of them seem rather appealing to me, though no matter how many of your kin you send, it will never be a fair match."

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Lightning fast he stepped forward, his eyes never leaving Nefrai's, his weapon swinging in an arc, altering in mid-swing in a blurring motion, one in which the scythe end was suddenly manifest, the spearpoint now down...

...to imbed itself into the ground as the scythe swept through Nefrai's body without even touching it...

...to come to a sudden halt now imbedded deeply into Sarisa's thigh. There the point stopped with an almost surprised abruptness, letting blood from non-intended prey, the shining metal creating a deep hole in the femur, greenstick fractures radiating like a spiderweb from the point of contact, odd bits of dirt and bacteria now flowing freely into Sarisa's bloodstream.

He laughed, and began shifting some of his muscles and joints to "limber" him up, his body more angled and loose, though still just as strong, if not as "thick".

"You know though, hurting someone else who's not engaged is just plain rude." He started stalking forwards, however, it was almost in a drunken way, juking from side to side randomly as he came closer and closer, before spiraling down within arms reach, and dragging his claws up across the ground and towards the sith, only to watch as his claws came close that they slid away just slightly.

"Hmmm, must be those magics..." He began an angled dance, sending out kicked and swipes the forced the sith to reposition himself and move more than it did make attempts to injure.

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"Aaahhh!!" she screamed as the scythe embedded itself into her leg.

Instictively she reached down to the wound after the weapon had been withdrawn. She looked at it and noticed it had already started to become infected.

Collapsing onto her side she continued to hold her leg as she started to concentrate and use the Force to try and slow the infection from spreading.

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From behind him there came a slight shuffling sound, as an attractive female Sith sidled around the doorframe, holding a steaming bowl in her clawed hands. She did not come out to confront the strangers but merely stood there, waiting to apply her ministrations...

...to whomever they would be needed.

He started to reshift muscles and the likes, and slowly paced, running his claw over the edge of the shield as he saw it formed a strange circle about the warrior.

There was a strange pause as Kesh came around to the point between the warrior and his home, then he smirked. "Now here is a question." he reached out an arm to point at the female sith. "What would you do if I were to be as dishonorable as you, and attack a non-agressive bystander without warning. Such as this-"

He suddenly pulled away from the warrior and placed his clawed hand upon the sith woman's neck. "I doubt you wish to lose that which is precious too you, as time is precious to us. You will give up this foolish folly, and you will take us to the dark lady, or, you will lose that which is precious too you. I am in no mood to play at this, as all we will do is go in circles until one of us dies of age."

He smirked as he ran his 5th digit over the womans cheek. "And I assure you, that is a competition that you would win at."

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As he was cleaning the wound as best he could she looked up and noticed what looked like a female Sith carrying a bowl that seemed to have a hot substance within it as the steam was clearly visible.

Sarisa looked at the male Sith. Seeing his defensive stance and how he held his weapon. Something didn't seem right. The Sith wasn't trying to fight anymore. He was defending himself. Rightly so since his attack failed to have any affect on Nefrai.

Then everything changed as Nefrai managed to get into close quarters with the male Sith.

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...and rightfully so. "My sister Shayla is Graysith's Chosen sister; my friends may be in hurt, in trouble...or worse."

Shawn paused. "I did not come here to fight with you, despite what my companion does."

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...for nothing would stop him now.

My mate! She is in danger!

His vision reddened as unadulterated rage filled his eyes. But he needed no sight; he could smell the foulness of the being in front of him.

Letting forth another bellow he whipped the spear about and charged, pushing himself up and forward with surprising speed and agility straight at Nefrai.

This time the point easily slid into the dark being's body, the full momentum of the charging Sith's massive body assuring that the point exited from his back...

He knew he only had a few seconds before he would have to "release" and let himself fall away to heal, and, dispite every instinct he had, turned the hand upon the womans throat towards the sith, and lashed out, their proximity and the fact that he was now almost a quarter of the way down the shaft, confirming that he was in reach.

He felt his claws meet flesh as they raked across the warriors chest, spilling out the warriors own blood across Kesh, as the power of the thrust had "pulled" Kesh through the shield.

Then, with agony so great, Kesh released his material form and immediately as vapor, floated with the wind out away from the entrance to the home and to a distance of fourty meters where he let himself come together, and immediately started to focus upon repairing his tortured flesh.

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The pain of the infection only increased the already agonizing feeling of having her leg broken as well. The scythe had struck with enough force behind it that it snapped her femur.

She continues to concentrate and use the Force. Hoping to slow the spread of what seemed to be fire in her veins.

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The Sith's head flew up and back. Rich purple life's blood geysered from his mouth, opened yet in an enraged "O."

The female Sith ran to his side, falling there, tears welling up to fall in silence upon his face. A face from which life was quickly fleeing.

Honor forbid her to speak at this sacred moment. But--

"Traitor! I brought you to my home!"

A small comet of rage exploded from the doorway, wooden staff held before it in an awful, ineffectual parody of a spear. The young Sith flew at Nefrai, holding his practice weapon as if it were highly tempered metal, and without any hint of hesitation attacked him with all the force his young body possessed.

The noise from Nefrai comes as a shock; his gaze flickers to the point of the spear, clearly penetrating his back, then to Nefrai as he deals the Sith a lethal blow. Instinctively, he tilts Serisa's head away from the fray even as the Sith child wails and charges the injured, but still dangerous, Kesh.

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Without thought, but with great focus towards his overall task, he grabbed the weapon in one hand and then brought his other hand into the young sith's stomach with a great force, knocking breath from him as kesh pushed his weak and near limp body to the side, dragging himself upright as he staggared back towards the dwelling, flittering bettwen material and immaterial.

As time seemed to stretch, he moved with pure agony forwards, compelling himself to right that which was wrong until he felt his claw on the dwelling door.

With no time to lose, he staggered down to where the sith and his mate, and without a word, for he had not the energy, sank to his knees and felt his cloak begin to lose matter as it seeped away through his hand to mend the flesh of he who he had laid low....

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Beneath Nefrai's ministrations, the Sith lay stubbornly quiet, his flesh growing cold and stiff, for gaseous monstrosities do not living Sith flesh make...

Tear-filled auburn eyes now turned helplessly toward Shawn and the crouching Dat.