A series of stories, offering a take on events that involve the Fifth Brother, if they happened before 5 o'clock, and the Fifth Brother wasn't drunk on his ass. This is covering the duel with Tano. So, enjoy m8's.
"We weren't expecting you...but Lord Vader will be pleased...."
As his partner spoke, the Fifth Brother sighed, quite agitated. The Sister always had to start every fight they had like this, offering some kind of monologue instead of jumping straight into the action. Normally, he would just sit there and listen, let her have her fun. However, normally, he would be drunk off his ass by this point, but it still wasn't 5 o'clock, and Vader had a strange rule about drinking before 5 o'clock. So he had to listen to it sober. Something that he wasn't planning to do, especially with the attempted verbal abuse from earlier.
He looked at his recently assigned partner, and gestured at the Sister, with a small waggle of fingers, sending a ripple of the Force slamming into her head, easily bypassing her instinctive Force-barrier. The Sister's Force-barrier was always weak, always easy to bypass, at least for the Brother. The Miridian seized up, before collapsing, her legs seemingly losing the ability to support her. The Brother sighed once again, this time in relief.
It wasn't anything major, or anything that would cause major damage. Just a few ruptured blood-vessels in the brain, that would keep her down for about an hour, or however long he felt like leaving her like that. He turned his gaze back to the Jedi, who was staring at him with something akin to horror, as if the thought of him doing that to his own partner was unfathomable or something. He snorted, she'd do the same if she spent any amount of time with the sister, while sober.
"What did you do to her!?" The Jedi asked, and in response the Brother shrugged, summoning his ringed-lightsaber to his hand with a twitch in the Force.
"Calm yourself, I just ruptured a few blood vessels in her brain. She'll be fine in a few hours, after I get drunk enough to heal her."
As he spoke, he twitched his finger onto the ignition of his saber, summoning its red-blade. His explanation didn't seem to sooth the female any, if her cry of rage and the activation of her twin white-sabers was anything to go by. This didn't bother him any however, and in fact he was quite glad, meant they could get straight to the fighting without any of the banter.
The Jedi engaged first, dashing at him in a burst of speed, that carried her over the ten meters separating them near-instantly. Her blades swung low, at his legs, attempting to topple him. It was childplay to angle his blade downwards, positioning it in the path of both blades, and stopping them before they could hit flesh. He made a sudden jerking motion with his blade, disarming the Jedi of her left lightsaber.
The Fifth Brother was never a fan of Jar'kai, it made you too easy to disarm when facing an opponent that knew what he was doing, as shown a few moments ago. The Brother then initiated the offensive, bringing his great bulk and strength to bare, in a two-handed overhead chop. Tano managed to block the attack easily enough, but the momentum behind the blow sent her staggering backwards, throwing her off-balance.
He pressed at her, with a series of strikes, coming from all directions, each carrying enough power to drive the Jedi further back, who the Fifth Brother could sense was trying to hide some anxiety at the fact. Said anxiety turned to slight panic when the Fifth Brother leaped over the sweep sent at his legs in order to exploit Djem So's lack of mobility, a weakness that, despite his preference for the style, the Fifth Brother didn't have. And said slight panic turned to full-on panic, when the Inquisitor did an unexpected style change, and executed a movement of Makashi, slipping past her saber and cutting her remaining saber in two with a slight flick.
Though the Fifth Brother had to give her credit, she didn't let this panic consume her, or hinder her in any notable fashion, as she automatically went to unarmed combat with the loss of her last saber, presumably to get some distance to retrieve her other one. She threw a punch at this jaw, which he avoided by stepping slightly backwards, a kick at his legs, which he blocked easily by extending his own, and finally an elbow at his solar plexus, which he caught with one hand, whilst the other gripped his saber.
Before Tano could make another movement, the Fifth Brother's hand was around her throat, lifting her off the ground, and slamming her back into it with Force-enhanced strength. She heard stone crack, some bone break, and her vision flashed black for a moment. The Fifth Brother finished the movement by lowering his blade, and, with a slight flick across her throat, ending the Jedi's life.
The Inquisitor turned on a heel, and walked back to his partner, who was still on the ground, paralyzed. He deactivated his lightsaber, and placed it back onto his belt. He looked at the Miridian, or however you said her race's name, and pondered whether or not he should heal her now.....or wait till he was drunk enough to deal with her.
The question wasn't a question at all.
Without casting another glance into her direction, he walked past her, heading into town to find the nearest bar.
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