World Tree MUSH

    The chase goes one through the delve, Kafka moving with a hurried certainty. She knows she'll escape. "Seems we have a clingy child, Bladie... would you mind?" she asks.

    The black-haired man grunts, and skids to a stop, turning to face Talia. He points his shattered blade at her with a psychotic grin. "Of five people, three must pay a price. You are not one of them, but maybe... you can exact mine." he says, orange-red eyes blazing with insanity.

    Talia would likely be given an earful for this reckless act later, but she needs answers. And she WILL get them one way or another. She rushes after Kafka and her compatriot, and only when Blade moves to try and slow her down does Talia go for her lightsaber. "Move or be moved. I won't ask again." She commands.

    That grin is a pretty definitive 'no thanks' and Talia sighs, "So be it." She turns on her saber and squares off with Blade, circling him like a wolf about to strike.

    Blade draws back his blade, running two fingers down the length of it. The blade glows an eerie gold. "Your end... approaches!" he intones. He then leaps in, swinging with a wild abandon. He's unnaturally quick, likely pushing the Jedi's own preternatural alacrity to the test.

    "What surprises do you hold?" he asks, that insanity tempering to a cold, calculating battle state.

    Insanity or not, Talia has places to be. She will not be deterred by this man. THe Jedi's lightsaber raises one handed over her head, in a soresu stance. She is prepared to block, and Talia parries Blade's strikes with even strikes. He must be testing her defenses, and Talia is going to have to be patient until he gets sloppy.

    Blade's movements are intense, but show a deep knowledge of sword combat. His blade, also, seems immune to the Lightsaber's normal effect on physical materials. His style might remind Talia of Juyo, the Dark Side form, his emotions channeled into each swing. He's also aiming to kill with each attack, even to the point of not bothering to block attacks on his body.

    Wild and aggressive, Blade still has some skill. Talia's reminded of Dark Jedi she's encountered before, and it's a good reminder to Lock In as some say. Talia ducks and dodges strikes, trying to gain control on Blade's central line while he hammers at her focus. She needs to remain resolute, her focus should be maintained. It didn't take long for Talia to find a hole in his defenses, and suddenly, she thrusted for Blade's chest.

    Emerald blade strikes true... And the sword clatters to the ground. "Is there... a chance?" he asks cryptically. His legs buckle, and he topples over lifelessly.

    "I'm sorry." Talia whispered, as Blade seemed to tumble as her lightsaber was pulled free from his chest. THen she softly helped Blade lay down, before she moved to try and find Kafka.

    Damn it, was she gone?

    Kafka was long gone by the time the short skirmish was over. Not even a single trace left behind, though following the direction she left in seems like a good idea.

    Once Talia returns to where Blade fell, however. His body, and his sword are both missing too.

    Blast it.

    Talia said nothing, only dropping her shoulders as she realized she'd have to climb her way back up to the others now, with nothing to show for it. Her gamble was a bust, and she didn't even have someone to interrgoate afterwards.