Standing in a forest Malice took in his surroundings. The forest floor was littered with rocks, and out rooting vines. Many trees were all around. A perfect place to have some fun with a jedi.

*Yes this shall do. Now to attract the flies*

Malice began meditating, increasing his force signature. Letting the dark aura flow from him, making it almost too easy for a lightsider to find him. He was expecting a good fight and hoped he would get it.

OOC:Sorry Kahn, but ths is not for you. So do not enter. I will make a thread specifically for you and me very soon. I must let the other threads(Meaning the one with Syndell) Play out and finish first.

Gash walked idly through the forest, smiling quietly to himself. A beautiful day for a walk, to explore nature in all it's beauty. An activity too few Jedi partook in, considering that the force flowed through all things- including trees and animals, of course. Forests were like wells of the force, pouring forth-

Gash Jiren stopped, startled. A familiar presence steadily grewin the forest, lying in the clearing just beyond where he stood.

A Dark presence.

The Jedi Outcast checked the saber at his belt, and stepped out of the underbrush, behind Malice.

"Hello, Draclau."

OOC EDIT: Just as a note to you, so you aren't confused at all, Gash is not precisely a Knight- but is stronger than one, only bears no official rank. Pay it no mind.

OOC:OK. So the skill of Gash would be somewhat close to that of a master. I was guessing you migh post here.And i am right.

IC:Not bothering to turn, Malice knew who it was that had confronted him.

*Ahhh,so it's the preacher from the bar. What brings you to such a place*

Malice Glanced over his shoulder, keeping his hand by his saber he kept himself aware through the force, feeling if Gash was to make a move.

"To preach some more, perhaps? Would you care to hear the tale of the Jedi and the Wookie? It has a beautiful moral, Malice."

Gash spoke with a smirk. He let the sarcasm fade, taking one more step forward, and spoke honestly. The hood of his deep-navy cloak and hood pulled tightly about him, concealing his face, his red eyes began to glow: making them the only visible part of his face.

"I go where the force guides me; today, that was here. And now I see why. Perhaps, you should tell me why you are here, sitting there, trying to attract Jedi, hmm? I am only glad you did not lure one of Leia's students to you."

He laughed to himself at Gashe's last remark.

*I to am glad. They would have been boring to fight. But instead i get to fight the one that claims to have power*

Standing up he takes off his white cloak, revealing under it some white clothes suited for fightng. His dark blue eyes gazed into gashe's as he unclipped his saber and ignited it. The white blades came out of both sides.

*Now it's time for you to show me this power. Show me what you claim to possess*

Malice put his saber up infront of him. he wanted to see if Gash would attack first or if he was bound by that stupid jedi code.

Gash did not yet pull out his lightsaber. Instead, smiling intently at Malice, the Jedi Outcast raised his left, mechanical, hand. He balled it into a fist, then brought up his index finger, extending it completely. All at once, a curved silver talon shot out of the finger. One at a time, he raised his other fingers and allowed the claws to slide out of them.

When his little show was complete, the Jedi removed the lightsaber from his belt, igniting it to show a warm saffire blade. Holding it in one hand, he brought it up to face Malic.

"While I am eager to see you evicted from this forest, I am also bound by the code of my forefathers. So, you may attack first."

*Ha, bound by the code of your fourfathers huh. Then you must also be bound by there weakness as well*

Putting down his saber he left it ignited. Balling both hands into a fist he put his arms to his side. Malice began drawing on the force, calling the dark energy into him. With a defening yell, the wind picked up and began swhirling around Malice.

His body began changing, he grew to an astounding 9 feet tall. His body became more muscular as his skin turned to a scaly blue color. Dagger sharp claws grew out of his hands and feet. His teeth grew as well. Demonic wings sprouted from his back, followed by a tail. His hair became wild and blew around with the wind.

When the dust settled, Gash was no longer looking at the human known as Malice, but instead his true form, that of a demon. Calling his saber back into his hand he glared at Gash with his dark blue eyes.

*The code of your fourfathers will be your undoing*

He spoke in a low growling voice. Taking once step forward the demon was off headig straight for Gash.Slashing towards his mid section, while at the same time Malice levitated a rock behind Gash and sent it towards the small of his back.

Gash dropped straight to the ground, lying prone on his chest. The slash whipped overhead pointlessly, as the rock flew into Malice's saber, cutting into two shards. The two hit Malice, bruising the Sith at the very least.

He used his hands, in conjunction with the force, to propel himself forwards, to the left of the great demon's legs. He hit ground, rolled once, and lept to his feet, unscathed.

My god... what has he become? Hiddeous creature of the night...

Gash smiled, but only slightly. An intimidation tactic... a very interesting Sith, Malice was.

"Do you not know that old Jedi proverb, 'Size matters not'? It seems as though you wish your size to frighten me..."

The Jedi clenched his fists, breathing deeply, letting the force flow into him. Malice had chosen a poor location to pick a fight with a Jedi; the forest was teeming with lightside energy. Gash readied himself at a fighting stance, saber raised once again.

"...it does not. Come again."

Malice looked at the spot on his body where his saber had hit him. His tough skin had left only a burnt mark...nothing serious.

*Ohh no jedi.....this is not to frighten you. But to merely show you what you are fighting. You are not fighting a sith...*

A slow sadistic grin spread across his face.

*Instead, you fight a true spawn of darkness. A child of the true darkside born from it's womb to cause havock everywhere i go. I shall start with this place....and you*

Drawing on his anger the the darkside, Malice concentrated on his surroundings. He pictured the trees in his mind, sending the dark energy into them he set the trees aflame. Looking around he could see he had enclosed themselves within a circle of fire.

*Come again ey. So be it*

Running at Gash, Malice slashed forward with his right hand, barely missing he managed to shred clothing. Stepping back Malice shot his tail forward and gripped it around Gashe's leg's pulling him to the ground with a thud.

Gash grunted as he hit the ground. He hoisted his entire body weight on his right arm, still paralell to the ground. He swung his legs around, moving with all the speed and strength the force allowed. His feet impacted with the back of Malice's leg, and the demon stumbled slightly, reaching futiley down to his leg.

Gash continued the spin, allowing the momentum to aid his ascent to his feet. As he did so, his back faced Malice, and so the Jedi continued the rotation, aiming a lightsaber slash and a talon swipe at Malice's chest and arm, respectively.