Outskirts [Vaarn]

[Sparda]

Vaarn's mind was still very much open to the writhing flows of the Force as these two mighty warriors called upon it to aid them. His eyes narrowed very slightly as Revan righted himself, and with the briefest yet most firm command of the Force - he simply vanished.

The barabel knew this manner of speed when he saw it, but he was still quite unprepared for the phantom's sheer celerity. He just about turned around in time when he realised where this counterattack would be coming from, and whirled upon the spot to be ready. His left blade lashed out again in a quick and firm block to meet the lightning-quick strike coming at him, his body taking a short step back to help absorb the power behind the blow. His right followed immediately to slash at the ghost's face again. At this distance, and with the Revanchist so committed to his attack, evasion would be quite difficult indeed.

[Cap'n Failz]

As his saber came down for its devastating blow, it was intercepted handily by the left-hand blade of his foe. Good. He took the blow in stride, and as the right-hand blade of his foe came around to deliver its strike, the force phantom allowed his momentum to carry through, stepping forward a pace to match the retreat his foe had made to help dissipate the force of the blocked strike, and thrust out with his left arm as he did.

When Vaarn's blade was merely milimeters from making contact with his mask, the barabel would find himself on the receiving end of an extraordinarily powerful Force Push, with more than enough power to hurl him clear across the clearing and likely crash through at least one tree on the other side, unless he halted his momentum in some way.

[Sparda]

So close - and yet Revan was still very much in control. Vaarn was blasted across the hill by the enormous Force push his opponent had thrown at him in that moment's notice, so powerfully that he had little chance of even touching down before he slammed into a thick tree near the base of the slope. With a loud grunt of pain, the barabel sank to the ground.

It was a few short moments before he clambered to his feet, his right hand at the base of his back to feel out any injury. He was a picture of physical conditioning, but that had still been a hell of a throw. Growling to himself for presenting such an opening without consideration for how Revan may have chosen to let it force his hand, he deactivated his right-hand saber and clipped it back to his belt.

Barely a second passed before that hand whipped back up again, pale blue sparks jumping between his fingertips, and he answered the Revanchist with a searing barrage of Force Lightning that roared across the distance near-instantly to assail the phantom.

[Cap'n Failz]

As Vaarn was sent rocketing across the hill, Revan took the time to regain his posture and collect his stance. A quick flourish of his saber, and he was locked in a neutral stance, suited well to either offense or defense, and awaited his foe's recovery.

When he clambered back to his feet, the barabel seemed to be searching out any signs of injury. A foolish move to make, perhaps. Were this a real battle, even that momentary distraction would have proved disastrous. But Revan allowed it, merely awaiting and observing. That was t he point of this test, after all: to observe and see how well Vaarn could function and adapt.

The barrage of Force Lightning that was sent to blast him was met with a simple outstretched hand. The lightning seemed drawn to his open palm, funneling toward it and condensing into a sphere roughly the size of a baseball, sparks and energy coursing along his entire body for a short moment. Drawing his arm back, the sphere of condensed Force energy doubled, then tripled in size, crackling ominously with white sparks of energy, before he thrust his arm forward once more.

The force that was released virtually desintegrated the ground nearest to him, but was dispersed in a wide net, giving virtually no room to escape, but greatly diminishing its punch, as a massive cone of lightning and kinetic force was blasted back at the barabel.

[Sparda]

Truth be told, Vaarn had been expecting such a display. He had anticipated that Revan would not evade the barrage of lightning, but rather meet it head-on and bend its destructive power to his will, as easily as if he had been the one to first hurl it forth. The time the Dark Lord spent amplifying his counterattack was all the time the barabel needed to be ready for him.

When the gargantuan cone of kinetic force came roaring towards him, Vaarn too met the assault head-on. He had been gathering himself in the scant moments he had to himself, focusing the tidal flows of the Force, bending and commanding them for this attack; then with a hissing snarl of exertion, he thrust both arms forward and fought back with an equally massive Force push, focused in a cone of roughly the same size.

The opposing forces uttered a whining boom as they collided that would've deafened anyone nearby. Vaarn himself just about fought off such disorientation in the wake of the explosion of power - which had rent and thrashed the ground between he and his foe. The hill was barely recognisable as such now.

A few deep pants caught the barabel his breath, and he straightened up.

[Cap'n Failz]

When the scene cleared from the deafening explosion of kinetic force, there was an interesting display seen. The space which the Force phantom had preciously occupied was unharmed. The ground before, to either side, and after some distance, behind it, was marred and disrupted by the explosion of power. A lone island amid the chaotic disturbance, but the phantom itself was nowhere to be seen.

Likewise, the place where the true form of the Sith Lord had been hovering was also vacant now, though it too was wholly undisturbed from the forces unleashed.

"That will suffice, for now."

And from seemingly out of thin air, Revan strode forth to stand amid the ruined ground. And only now did the many chunks of stone and earth he had held suspended in his meditation drop back to the earth, each with a resounding boom.