[h2][center][color=#CD853F]Prisoner: Talon Soule[/color][/center][/h2]
[h2][center]Jewel Namore[/center][/h2]
Location: Jedi Temple during sacking, Day 1: 11th hour
 
Jewel stalked through the smoke filled corridors of the Jedi temple in search of more living Jedi to capture. In one hand, her weapon was tightly gripped, but unignited. The other was stretched tense in a claw shape and ready to throw all manner of horrific Force attacks at any hostiles she encountered.
 
She was on the trail of a Jedi now - an elusive one to be sure, and not the most powerful if her reading of the Force was correct… Yet she knew from experience that raw power wasn’t always the best trait for a Sith. It was then she rounded a corner and caught sight of the Jedi. A small, fur covered thing that wouldn’t look out of place in the Dromund Kaas menagerie. Yet the Force was evident in it, and that meant Jewel would capture it, no matter how unlikely a recruit to the Sith it may be.
 
Talon quietly watched as her friend departed the room with the children. In a way the young woman was happy that the small group was out of her way. There would less chances of someone screwing up. Less of a chance of getting caught with her tail between her legs. The teenager’s tail flickered off the ground, ears pulling towards the back of her skull, as the fur on the back of the fox’s neck brushed upwards. Something wasn’t right. 
 
The Amaran’s eyes glanced around the room in search of her uneainess. Unconscionably the woman knew why her fur was standing still though the girl wasn’t sure the enemy’s exact placement. Something that could mean life and death in any sneak attack. Talon shifted her foot to the right, the opposite paw dragging against the library’s flooring, as their eyes made contact. Instincts took over from there allowing the Amaran’s paws to pattern hard against the floor.
 
Her figure placed a paw upon on of the carts, pushed the object forwards in an attempt to block one of the two entrances, even for a few measly seconds.
 
Jewel broke out into a sprint as soon as her quarry was in sight. She reached the door just as the first object did, immediately leaping forward and igniting her lightsaber. The object was cut in two, the pieces flying to either side as Jewel rose through the air. The second object was close to striking her, but rather than be impeded by it, she used it as a stepping stone, leaping further into the air off it.
 
She somersaulted through the air, aiming to land just in front of the creature and bring her lightsaber down in a crushing blow upon it. It would be a killing strike, should it land - but as far as Jewel was concerned, if the beast was felled by such an obvious and telegraphed strike, it didn’t deserve capture, and would never be a good Sith anyway.
 
The fox sensed something coming down the hallway, aiming for her like some animal on the hunt, no pun intended on the reality of the Amaran’s own existence. She allowed her eyes to glance backwards and catch a glimpse of a figure jumping from an object. Most likely this was an attempted attack to finish the enemy quickly. Every person’s nightmare in this world. Though honestly the young woman wasn’t planning on departing from this world anytime soon.
 
A quick turn to the right would caught her off balance and possible death, a turn to the left without knowing exactly what was on the other side was dangerous too, granted that going forward would be a hazard for one’s health as well. Best option would be  to shift to the right far enough to allow some sort of boost and then lead them into a different area. Maybe a place with small spaces to help give her some sort of advantage.
 
The young woman leaned to the right, far enough for her paw to touch solid ground, then used force speed for a boost hopefully dodging the attack completely. She then used force stun to provide some sort of cover or distraction. If there was still time the young woman would continuing running in the new direction.
 
As Jewel completed her maneuver and brought the Lightsaber down, the smell of singed fur and boiling stone filled the air. Her prey had only barely dodged, a slow and foolish reaction as far as Jewel was concerned, though she reevaluated when she felt a probing at her mind. The little thing was trying to stun her with the Force. Her reaction was simply to laugh and shrug it off. No Jedi she had ever encountered had the mental fortitude to overcome her mental barriers.
 
Raising her crimson lightsaber to the ready once more, she noted the Jedi turn to try to run again. “Are all Jedi as cowardly as you? Or are you just a pet rodent with a toy lightsaber?” She taunted as she leapt forward to give chase.
 
“A rodent? Really? You seriously need to up the name calling game. Actually use that brain of yours to come up with a better insult.” The girl remarked turning a right. The girl kept running, searching for some advantage point, while strategizing at the same time. In reality the young woman knew that running wasn’t going to last. She side stepped to the left and pulled out her light saber. “Well this is a bit of a predicament. Mind if I ask for a dance my lady?”
 
[i]Finally, some spirit[/i] Jewel thought as she saw the creature’s lightsaber whip out. She transferred her forward momentum into a quick one handed diagonal slash towards her foes head. She was focusing on speed more than power - expecting not to need it against her smaller but more nimble enemy.
 
[i]”Okay if she’s going forward then one of two things could happen. A slash to the right might be a bit predictable. Possibly to the left. So… Why not attempt a guard?”[/i] she quickly thought shifting a bit lower. The fox stepped backwards, placing the blade upwards in order to defend against a new attack. Her figure moved another step to where the woman was facing her enemy and slashed at her left.
 
Jewel grinned as her blade struck hard resistance. Red clashed with yellow, and rather than move for another strike, Jewel shifted from a  focus on speed to a focus on strength, seeking to force down her enemies blade in a very one-sided blade lock. She was toying with her foe now, wearing the creature down.
 
Talon shifted the blade towards an angle when she began feeling her body being forced downwards. In reality the fox knew that her strength wasn’t even a match for her opponent. So what if they were forced to keep moving? The Amaran shifted to the left, allowing the blades to part, moved her left foot forwards, and jumped upwards to attack from above.
 
Jewel stepped back as her foe dodged away and, when the creature went airborne, did some things that were extremely unusual when compared to her usual fighting style. She took hold of her weapon with two hands and raised a simple Form I straight block. Once her foe had moved out of range, she shifted to make a two handed slash - equally as simple as the block had been - at the place she thought her enemy would land. All of this was done out of a realisation that in this particular scenario, her own acrobatics would be more of a detriment than a help.
 
The block wasn’t something that Talon had expected the woman to do but then again it was only natural. Something which she had seen day after day when her comrades were taken away from their guild. Now here was a different person in a thief's position and her as the ever violent guard. The young woman used the lightsaber to attempt to attack her. Beginning at the back right shoulder area and diagonally to the left side chest. When the guard came into contact with the attack she used the momentum to push away from the enemy. Giving a much needed space between the two.
 
As she finished deflecting the strike, Jewel wasted no time in hurling herself into the air in pursuit. Though she did not want to try and match the small foe in an acrobatic brawl, when it came to covering ground she could easily keep up. While she approached she began a telepathic assault on the Jedi, reaching into the darkness and the fury that filled her to hurl both fear and slowing energy through the Force. When she came close to her enemy her lightsaber flashed out again in another swift one-handed strike, this time aimed at her foe’s lightsaber.
 
The sudden attack was a big surprise. The enemy copying her jump wasn’t quite what the fox expected. At first the Amaran didn’t realize that there was a mental attack. If it hadn’t been for the tingling sensation beginning at the back paws and creeping upwards, just like it had when she was apart of the criminal world. The fox’s ears laid back in order to help her concertation, attempting to form a decent defense within a certain time limit, though when footsteps came closer things become a bit more tricky. Her blade went up, minutes feeling like seconds, inching until they once again collided blades. A growl released from the young woman’s throat and blood dripped from her jaw due to biting her tongue. A shift to the side making their sabers move as if for a kill shot. Only to to stop half way.
 
To be honest the girl really wanted to finish the attack but something had forced her to stop. Maybe it was because her morals were much stronger than originally thought. Or perhaps it was because the the memories for the guards violence had stopped her. All Talon knew was that even though her buttons had been pushed it wasn’t right to kill. Even the fox’s master would agree to this fact.
 
Jewel was forced to pull back as a counter strike from her small foe’s lightsaber came uncomfortably close to her midsection after having slipped beneath her guard. But even as she recoiled to preserve herself, she reveled in the backwash of emotion from the Jedi before her. There was fear - brought on by the telepathic attack no doubt - but something more, just for a moment. The strike had been fueled in its speed by the Dark Side, and Jewel’s keen perception picked up on that right away. Even if it had stopped short, it was a crack, a chink in the mental armor of the Jedi… One to be exploited at a later date.
 
Stopping like that, however, was also an unforgivable, unrecoverable mistake. Twisting her own weapon around, Jewel was able to bring it back and with a reverse strike cut towards the outstretched hand. She aimed for the weapons hilt seeking to destroy her enemies lightsaber, but would just as happily sever the hand that held it. The Jedi was fast running out of options.
 
Never in Talon’s life had something made her regret becoming a Jedi. That was until today. Not only did she have a taste of the dark side but in a way she enjoyed the preview. Something that the fox hoped never happened again. The cracking sound forced her focus back to the present. Talk about rubbing salt into the wound. There wasn’t really any other option than surrender.
 
Jewel completed the Sun Djem disarming strike elegantly, twirling her lightsaber by her side once before shutting it off. Her enemies weapon failed in a shower of sparks and she grinned with the elation of victory. No sooner had she done this than her left hand shot out to grip the small Jedi before her by the throat, lifting and squeezing. Not enough to damage permanently, but consciousness would not last. The beast reached forward and down with its mouth wide, biting at her armored gauntlet. Jewel admired the Jedi’s spirit, even if the attempt was futile. Eventually, her foe went limp and she threw it over her shoulder, to carry to the shuttle, only stopping to collect the broken pieces of the lightsaber on the way. Victory and a prize were hers at last.