Darth Infidus
The Stranger
Hord swung, seeking to decapitate Vicera. Vicera ducked, and Hord's lightsaber crackled past her head. The swing was so close, that it had singed her hair. Vicera barely had enough time to regain her footing, before Hord continued his assault. Hord may have been extremely fast, but Vicera noticed that after every swing, he would make a 1-5 microsecond pause. This was the flaw she had been waiting for, and she would exploit it to its fullest potential. Almost as quickly as the fight had changed in Hord's favor, it had changed back to her's. Vicera resumed the offensive, dodging and then attacking, using every pause to her advantage. He had lost ground so quickly that he hadn't realized what had happened, until he found himself on the floor with Vicera's saber hovering over his face.
"You haven't been practicing, Hord."-Darth Vicera
"You may have defeated me this time, but if your master ever summons me back from the netherealm, you can be assured that you will suffer an ever most painful defeat!"-Tulak Hord
"And YOU can be assured that there will be an ever most painful defeat awaiting YOU, should my master ever decide to summon you again."-Darth Vicera
After that little exchange, Vicera inched her lightsaber foward slowly, burning a hole through Hord's "borrowed" face. Needless to say, his screams we quite enjoyable to Vicera, who bathed in their power.