With that word, the two combatants activated their lightfoils, glaring down at each other. There were two of them-one was dressed resplendently in gold and black robes, trimmed with reddish thread, his head held high as he gazed in contempt at his opponent.
The other was dressed in a typical smuggler's outfit, a billowing white shirt with a dark, open vest, dark pants as well, and tall boots. He smiled slightly as he fell into an en garde position, his tied back long hair still managing to be as unruly as possible.
"It looks like your chrematistic ways are soon to end, Kalten," the dark haired man said with a slight bow. The other let out a small sigh as he settled into his own position.
"So you think, Ajax," he growled. "So you think." He advanced quickly, his blade held out far but low, forcing Ajax to retreat a step. And again. And a third time. Then he lunged, his body springing out to cover the space between the two duelists in a heartbeat.
Ajax rolled his wrist, catching his enemy's blade on his and forcing it away from his body and above his right shoulder, before the duelist slashed out with a quick riposte. Kalten had to cross back to evade getting his throat gashed, before he came in with a quick stab. Ajax slid over to the side, allowing the blade to pass by him, before he brought his blade in a lazy sweep upwards.
Kalten quickly withdrew his hand and blade, avoiding the loss of either limb or weapon to the younger duelist. He scowled, before stepping back. Ajax stood calmly as another man came into a room, Kalten's dark haired advisor, his most trusted myrmidon, the slimy filth that he'd managed to dredge up from the sewers of his homeworld.
That man activated a lightfoil as well, and Ajax Wennel smiled, waving off the protests of the other witness to the duel, the one who had given the command to launch it into action.
Soon enough they both rushed him, using powerful overhead strikes to catch him a in a scissor of plasma,, after he had shifted himself so that he faced both of them. He brought his blade up in a high parry, catching both of them.
"Come now," Ajax said with a brilliant smile, "Two against one? That's terribly unfair. You'd need at least five people on your side, for the chance of a stalemate. Ten to win." He smoothly rolled away from the two, dropping back into a relaxed en garde, as they warily watched him.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Aren't you trying to kill me?" the Knight asked with a lazy smile. "Come and get me!" The unkempt male that Kalten had brought in with him growled, before lunging out in rage-despite Kalten's attempts to make him stop.
Ajax easily popped the servant's blade up much too high, before he smoothly brought his blade down, slicing a small gash in the man's chest. As the man looked down in surprise Ajax smoothly stabbed, leaning into it just as he was taught.
Ajax had caught the man through the heart. The servant looked down at the blade protruding from his chest as Kalten's eyes widened in horror, before Ajax pulled his blade out.
Kalten's myrmidon fell to the ground with a lugubrious sigh, his life coming out with that last breath. Ajax looked at the body a moment, uttering a short prayer, before he turned back to Kalten, his lightfoil still active, still thirsty for blood, as he stepped out of the way of the body.
"Your move," he said to the other duelist. Kalten watched him warily, checking him for any muscle tremors or other signs that he was preparing an attack, or that he was getting tired. They slowly strafed each other for nearly a minute, the two combatants watching each other, sizing each other up yet again.
Suddenly Kalten lunged forward, similar to his first attack. Ajax easily sidestepped it, slamming his opponents blade down to the floor, before he viciously slashed for Kalten's head and neck. The resplendently dressed being had to limbo under the Knight's blade, barely avoiding death as he rolled backwards.
After a moment he came up, snarling like a diseased animal. He ran forward, all grace forgotten as he launched a clumsy, backhanded slash towards Ajax.
Ajax easily blocked the slash, forcing his opponent's blade down for a final blow. Within a moment his own blade rode along the other, up towards Kalten's arm, shearing it off as fast as lightning - an aided autotomy that resulted in Kalten's gasping in shock, clutching at his stump of an arm.
"What...I...how did you do it?" he choked out, looking up to Ajax, who smiled down at him.
"I told you: Out of everybody in the Tapani Sector...I'm the best."
Kalten had one last chance to roll his eyes before they were darkened forever.
So anyways...Disclaimer: I do not own the Star Wars franchise. Sir Ajax Wennel and the name "Lightfoil" are both owned by George Lucas, once you go high enough up. =P
The name Kalten randomly came to me, due to my needing another "Saber Rake" for this, but meh. I betcha somebody else has used that before too.
But, anyways, I hoped ya liked this little piece of fan fiction.
Edited by The Otter, Jan 28 2013 - 11:57 PM.