[Thread] I'll take you on.

[burningbrand]

Characters: OU!Jaina Solo, AU!Uchiha Sasuke
Where: The Park
When: Lunchtime, after Sasuke agreed to spar with her.
Summary: Jaina needs to vent some aggression and learn a lesson about letting the dark side influence her to be reckless.
Warnings: Violence, language.

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As with her, he didn't waste time with those he figured were below him in power. Egotistical that may well be, but he had become a better judge of power and potential over the years. If this was an action for the sake of the compound than by logic he would be training, not sparing; and this was a spar. For himself, for his interest. He knew of the Jedi and the basics of their power but had never fought one. So when the opportunity had arose he had taken it. Sasuke was rather immune to the attitudes displayed by Jaina. She bothered him not.

He had been watching from above the entire time. Scarlet hues took in the movements of her body and what they said about her. Her restlessness, her anger and frustration. Her chakra had a mix to it. Something dark was creeping its way in. As per most people here, the color of her chakra made little sense to his understanding. Attempting to read further in to her abilities by mere chakra reading was fruitless.

Though he supposed there was no use in making the anxious princess wait much longer. He appeared in a black wash of fire about ten feet or so in front of her. Triple tomoe ringed hues were still and silent, his body and muscles were relaxed but strait and proper. He stood as he walked, talked, acted, and thought as: a warrior. His clothing spoke the same about him. A very traditional garb; loose and flowing. Kusanagi laid tucked beneath his obi about his back.

Nothing but silent calmness. No tension, no egotistical smirk, no holier-than-thou look on his face. Nonchalant; almost apathetic. Cool and composed.

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He weren't psychic per say, but he heard her just fine observing the threat as it were? A brow rose as he wondered exactly what bending and breaking a tree near by was suppose to achieve. If it was intimidation it had failed. Though it did give him more insight on her abilities.

Telekinetic of some variety as he had heard was their power. Something he wasn't capable of being an elemental fighter. Though he were capable of similar abilities such as Tsukiyomi. Unlike Itachi, he didn't need to point nor look at his opponent in the eye to utilize it. He merely needed to target her nervous system. When she let her guard slip, he would do just that. Until than . . .

I can see it, where you're going to move. That link between you and your telekinetic abilities, I can see where it goes and where its targeting.

He made his move. He was fast in filling the gap between where he stood, and where she had left herself wide open. No normal human eye would pick up his movements. For what looked like a boy he was strong too. His knee bent in and leg pushed out. His foot flatly aimed toward mid rib cage. If she managed to counter or dodge he had a backup plan for either. Bunshin was the default as she wasn't distracted enough for genjutsu yet.

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Circumstances gave him the confidence to charge in like that. It was really him for a small while until he saw her movement to dodge, and that was when he switched by placing himself behind where he estimated she would land. The figure she was than looking at was in fact a bunshin which was why she thought something wasn't quite right. Though he gave little time for her to figure out; and she gave him little time to attack.

He smirked as she jolted away. So she was on the defence and this was going to be a game of cat and mouse until she 'figured him out'. Heh. Smart. Though as she moved, he also moved silently behind her. Her landing was strong enough to keep his landing hidden, and as his bunshin prepared to move forward again with the same speed and agility, a crack of lightening sounded behind her. Chidori in a tightly bound ball within the palm of his hand and it was inches from landing into her spine. He just needed the smallest second of let down to infiltrate her nervous system. Vibrant scarlets watched for a sign. If she dodged or countered than his other bunshin would disappear and he would again switch. It was a tedius method, but it was the best one he had right now. He didn't want to kill her.

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His decision to switch changed upon seeing her begin to take offence. No, he wanted to meet this head on; and so the bunshin that stood behind them now vanished with a small pop as he quickly enveloped his body in lightening to reduce the blow he chose to take. It had taken him a lot of training to become proficient enough with lightening that he could draw it up with no hand seals, and he had expanded his lightening skills even further. No longer was it a snapping chaotic shield around him. It was now completely refined around his body and all that could be seen was the blue glow, and all you could hear was the chirping of its power.

The game had changed. A calm and subtle but amused smirk crossed a corner of his lips as he drew out his blade. She'd seen something worth going against. Haughty attitude of her own. Now they were dueling. He'd never seen a blade like her's before save for observations and passing glimpses, but he was certain kusanagi could take it on with a little extra spark of lightening.

More than you might think even now.

The handle was gripped calmly. He didn't move an inch from where the blow had pushed him back. Ready to match her attacks and issue his own. No wasted movement.

He saw himself in those eyes that flashed gold for just a minute. So much anger. Hatred. He remembered his anger and how he slowly tuned it into pure refined hatred. He hadn't lost an inch of it. He thought long ago that it was Itachi who he was angry and; that it was Itachi who was evil but he was wrong. It was him. He who he hated, and he who was 'evil'.

There was always Konoha to consider on the scale of good and evil. What Konoha did was wrong. What Itachi did and wanted was right. What he, what Sasuke did in return was wrong; but he did not care. Destroying Konoha to take back what was rightfully theirs wasn't the right thing to do. It didn't make him heroic nor did it make him an admirable person. It made him a selfish egotistical petulant child ruled by his emotions and he was a petulant child who would swiftly cut down any bastard who ever dared to manipulate or misuse and Uchiha. Never again so long as he lived.

So he wondered, all to calmly while mid of such battle: what made you hate?

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No answer. He wasn't surprised by this. She just wanted a fight. A place to vent. Sasuke wasn't too much of the giving sort but she was strong and a worthy opponent. He could give her a fight, and a place to vent, and a lesson in control. To many others she might have been far beyond a match, but to him - to someone with his eyes - all of her movements were readable. She was messy, and left herself open far too often. Physically at any rate. Careless. Similar. Very, very similar.

He countered her attacks with precision. Detached calmness. By looking at how he fought you would never be able to imagine the amount of hatred that he still harboured inside of himself. The amount of power he constantly hungered for, and perfection he continuously strived for. You also wouldn't be able to tell from his calmness that he also found this battle a good challenge. Not near the challenge of sparing Madara, of course. Though they were equal in strength no a days, Madara was more experienced and Sasuke had not yet won a spar to this very day. Though he was damn determined to.

With Kusanagi wrapped up in the element it could match the strange blade that she was wielding just fine. He skidded back a little from their exchanged blows and watched. There was his opportunity. Blinded by anger. Didn't he know that one... Soft lashes merely blinked and the scarlet hues spun into action. His chakra aiming its way to hit her nervous system and with her guard down, if he hit it she wouldn't even feel it. She wouldn't even notice until he began to control what she was seeing, hearing, tasting, and feeling. As for the blade coming his way. Well, it was either a genjutsu replacement or a bunshin. He couldn't hold up his guard around himself and his blade for much longer without wasting unnecessary amounts of chakra.