A.N. The reason I try to learn Spanish and still cant spell strait is
'cause one simple word. "Required" If I don't take that stinking class I
don't graduate. But I transferred to a better teacher today anyway. HERE'S
ANOTHER CHAPTER! I hope you enjoy!
Chapter SIXTEEN!
Dooku laughed as he watched his young opponent stagger to his feet and brandishing his lightsaber defiantly. "Do you really think you could have beaten me? A master in the Force while you are just a pathetic aspirant?"
Anakin gasped, glancing down at the bleeding gash in his leg. The pain was incredible. He looked up at Dooku, who was laughing. He took in a breath, and remembered what he had taught himself. This wasn't like some droid he could fiddle with and eventually fix. He had to think, he had to concentrate.
Dooku stopped laughing, and sighed. In his eyes he could already see that this threat was finished. "You failed, young fool. And now you will pay for it."
Anakin looked up at Dooku, and a smile hinted in his expression. "I'm not dead yet."
"You soon will be."
Anakin shook his head, "I don't think so."
Dooku raised an eyebrow and moved in for the kill. He came on in a rush, striking right and left, determined to take away Anakin's life.
Anakin parried and then thrust, he didn't have much agility left because his leg dragged and he could barely stand on it. He slashed up with a right arc, then changing directions to slice sideways.
Dooku watched in amazement as his movements were again mimicked by the young thief. There was only one thing to do, catch the thief in his own trick. The moves were his, thus they should be easy to anticipate.
Anakin saw that the Count was falling for the trap, and set the bate. One curving strike and-
Dooku moved to counter-act, but found that his opponent's blade was not where he had thought it would be. Instead, he not only missed Anakin's chest, but he also had his weapon away and practically out of commission. He heard a chuckle from his intended victim, and realized that he may have had been overconfident.
Anakin's blade was also out of the way, and he couldn't use it fast enough to kill Dooku. By the time he had his saber ready the man would have bolted away. Balling his left hand into a fist, Anakin slammed the old man in the back.
Dooku coughed. The Count was not as fragile as he looked, but the young man's fist might as well as been a sledge hammer. Still, he managed to get away from Anakin's grasp and came back with a torrent of thrusts, but the young thief countered every stab and reversed many of the offensive measures.
Dooku fought with the old style of Jedi Fencing which was rare in the Jedi ranks. But Anakin fought with almost extinct methods. None of the Jedi had been taught this particular style, and for good reason. The techniques were purely of Sith decent, dating back before the Sith Wars. However, while Anakin was successfully holding off Dooku, he was tiring. The wound in his leg seeped blood and made him weaker by the moment. Dooku knew it as much as Anakin, and didn't press his advantage.
Anakin slashed down, but Dooku parried. The two warriors stood opposite each other, in a momentary limbo.
"You have surprising skill street urchin," Dooku said smiling, "But you are no match for my skills."
Anakin gritted his teeth, "You're all hot air."
"It's over." Dooku reared up for one final blow, and the sound of clashing lightsabers filled the air as he brought his blow down.
Anakin parried, but Dooku was very powerful. The two blades were brought against each other, driving against each other, their power- crystals pulsing with energy. Sith Crystals.
Dooku smiled as he saw that his strike was bringing his opponent down, and just when he was about to raise away for another he felt an odd sensation in the hilt of his lightsaber. Vibrating, the energy matrix was overloading. The Count watched in horror as his blade flickered and then died, burned out and useless.
Anakin didn't hesitate. Bringing his lightsaber into a tight arch he slashed it down on the Count.
The last thing Dooku saw was Anakin's blade coming down on him- before he tasted the bitter pain of death.
Anakin stepped away as the Count's smoking carcass fell to the floor in two grotesque separate pieces. Anakin had cleaved him from shoulder to waist.
"So much for your skills." Anakin spat, taking another step back from the bloody scene. He switched his lightsaber off, grateful that he had used the expensive crystals.
Once he asked the Holocron about it, and the old Master said that the right crystals could give him the advantage in a duel. He hadn't known just how much of an advantage it would be. He put his lightsaber on his belt and glanced around. No backup came to catch him. Perhaps Doky was the only guard.
Grimacing he looked down at the bleeding cut in his leg. Anakin took off his light-duty jacket and carefully wrapped it around the bleeding gash. Straitening, he limped toward the lift door. Okay, so that went well. It could've been worse, instead of just a cut in his leg he could be the one lying on the durrasteal floor.
Anakin pressed the controls to take him to the top floor of the building. And thought to himself, note: beware of old guys with beards.
To BE CONTINUED!!! AN Okay, I hope you liked it. More coming.
Chapter SIXTEEN!
Dooku laughed as he watched his young opponent stagger to his feet and brandishing his lightsaber defiantly. "Do you really think you could have beaten me? A master in the Force while you are just a pathetic aspirant?"
Anakin gasped, glancing down at the bleeding gash in his leg. The pain was incredible. He looked up at Dooku, who was laughing. He took in a breath, and remembered what he had taught himself. This wasn't like some droid he could fiddle with and eventually fix. He had to think, he had to concentrate.
Dooku stopped laughing, and sighed. In his eyes he could already see that this threat was finished. "You failed, young fool. And now you will pay for it."
Anakin looked up at Dooku, and a smile hinted in his expression. "I'm not dead yet."
"You soon will be."
Anakin shook his head, "I don't think so."
Dooku raised an eyebrow and moved in for the kill. He came on in a rush, striking right and left, determined to take away Anakin's life.
Anakin parried and then thrust, he didn't have much agility left because his leg dragged and he could barely stand on it. He slashed up with a right arc, then changing directions to slice sideways.
Dooku watched in amazement as his movements were again mimicked by the young thief. There was only one thing to do, catch the thief in his own trick. The moves were his, thus they should be easy to anticipate.
Anakin saw that the Count was falling for the trap, and set the bate. One curving strike and-
Dooku moved to counter-act, but found that his opponent's blade was not where he had thought it would be. Instead, he not only missed Anakin's chest, but he also had his weapon away and practically out of commission. He heard a chuckle from his intended victim, and realized that he may have had been overconfident.
Anakin's blade was also out of the way, and he couldn't use it fast enough to kill Dooku. By the time he had his saber ready the man would have bolted away. Balling his left hand into a fist, Anakin slammed the old man in the back.
Dooku coughed. The Count was not as fragile as he looked, but the young man's fist might as well as been a sledge hammer. Still, he managed to get away from Anakin's grasp and came back with a torrent of thrusts, but the young thief countered every stab and reversed many of the offensive measures.
Dooku fought with the old style of Jedi Fencing which was rare in the Jedi ranks. But Anakin fought with almost extinct methods. None of the Jedi had been taught this particular style, and for good reason. The techniques were purely of Sith decent, dating back before the Sith Wars. However, while Anakin was successfully holding off Dooku, he was tiring. The wound in his leg seeped blood and made him weaker by the moment. Dooku knew it as much as Anakin, and didn't press his advantage.
Anakin slashed down, but Dooku parried. The two warriors stood opposite each other, in a momentary limbo.
"You have surprising skill street urchin," Dooku said smiling, "But you are no match for my skills."
Anakin gritted his teeth, "You're all hot air."
"It's over." Dooku reared up for one final blow, and the sound of clashing lightsabers filled the air as he brought his blow down.
Anakin parried, but Dooku was very powerful. The two blades were brought against each other, driving against each other, their power- crystals pulsing with energy. Sith Crystals.
Dooku smiled as he saw that his strike was bringing his opponent down, and just when he was about to raise away for another he felt an odd sensation in the hilt of his lightsaber. Vibrating, the energy matrix was overloading. The Count watched in horror as his blade flickered and then died, burned out and useless.
Anakin didn't hesitate. Bringing his lightsaber into a tight arch he slashed it down on the Count.
The last thing Dooku saw was Anakin's blade coming down on him- before he tasted the bitter pain of death.
Anakin stepped away as the Count's smoking carcass fell to the floor in two grotesque separate pieces. Anakin had cleaved him from shoulder to waist.
"So much for your skills." Anakin spat, taking another step back from the bloody scene. He switched his lightsaber off, grateful that he had used the expensive crystals.
Once he asked the Holocron about it, and the old Master said that the right crystals could give him the advantage in a duel. He hadn't known just how much of an advantage it would be. He put his lightsaber on his belt and glanced around. No backup came to catch him. Perhaps Doky was the only guard.
Grimacing he looked down at the bleeding cut in his leg. Anakin took off his light-duty jacket and carefully wrapped it around the bleeding gash. Straitening, he limped toward the lift door. Okay, so that went well. It could've been worse, instead of just a cut in his leg he could be the one lying on the durrasteal floor.
Anakin pressed the controls to take him to the top floor of the building. And thought to himself, note: beware of old guys with beards.
To BE CONTINUED!!! AN Okay, I hope you liked it. More coming.