Log: Complete

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When: January 30th
Rating: PG-13 or R (violence, not sure how much)
Characters: Darth Bane [baneofmyexist] and Aizen [good_and_proper].
Summary: Aizen challenges Darth Bane to a moonlight duel. Is he getting more than he bargained for?
Log: Darth Bane stood on the beach, watching the waves roll lazily up onto the sand. The moon was almost painfully bright in the sky above, casting a ghostly light upon everything, making the water sparkle. Despite the darkness within him, Bane could appreciate the beauty of the sight. He stood watching for many moments, his eyes on the water but the rest of his senses extended outward, searching for his opponent. He could feel the forest and it's teeming life as a faint "glow" a few miles behind him, but nothing that would indicate another powerful being approaching. No matter, Bane was a patient man. He could wait.

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Bane chose to respond only by growling with rage and swinging his blade hard at Aizen's meeting it with incredible strength and knocking it away. He sensed the energy surge just before the lightning hit him and he raised his hand, managing to absorb some of it and dissipating it into the air before he rushed right at Aizen's aura in the Force, nothing fancy, simply trying to knock the smaller man down with a shoulder block.

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Aizen's stance was like a fortress, unmoved by the larger male's strength. His face showed no strain as he looked up at Bane.

"Trying to simply barrel over me? How barbaric. You're no different from a human in your ceaseless ability to judge so much by mere physical size."

He began to slowly step forward against him, releasing his own reiatsu energy in bursts as he went.

"I think I'm growing tired of this game, Darth Bane," he said, jumping back and sheathing his sword, "I'll tell you what. We'll settle this in a swift strike. You may have one attack at me and I will not use my sword."

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Bane's expression was one of mild confusion at Aizen's proposal. What was he getting at? Surely he had something up his sleeve, he would either dodge his attack or block somehow. Although Aizen hadn't specified just how Bane should attack...

"Perhaps we should simply call it a draw," Bane said. "You haven proven yourself to be a match for me, and despite your misplaced sense of arrogance, I have proven myself to be a match for your power as well. Extending this battle further will get us nowhere." Though he could not see Aizen, he could sense that the man was making no move to attack or defend himself, so he simply waited for a response.

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"There is still one matter, however. The woman you deceived under the banner of sparring and killed. I demand recompense for her death."

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Bane's confusion grew. "Decieved?" he said, a touch of anger in his voice. "If there was any deception it was on her part. It was a spar until she threw a potentially lethal blast of fire at me. After that I was in a fight for my life, and I responded in kind."

Bane sensed a flash of anger, though it was faint enough that he couldn't be sure to whom it belonged. He smirked slightly. "What is the girl to you anyway? She is a Shinigami, your sworn enemy. If any recompense should be given, I should be the one to recieve it for doing you a favor."

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Aizen's eyes flashed and the entire area grew thick with energy. An crushingly oppressive aura hovered in the atmosphere around them.

"Say that again and I will dismember you slowly and painfully, only to leave you alive and limbless in the forest for the animals to devour alive. That woman is a former close associate of mine. Your words perturb me greatly. Do not think for one instant that I did not have the chance to destroy you many times over."

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Bane's smirk widened into a feral grin as he felt Aizen's power growing, and the anger coming off of him was positively intoxicating. He drank it all in, using it to fuel his own power, his aura a dark and terrible thing next to Aizen's powerfully bright energy. "You loved her, that is plain to see," Bane said, his voice deep and resonating with power. "You are pathetic," he said, "If one of my army was ever found fraternizing with the enemy, they would be killed immediately, no questions asked. To think that you, the General, could fall victim to such worthless emotions; it disgusts me." He lowered himself into a combat crouch, the hilt of his weapon near his face, blade pointed at Aizen. "You say you have the power to crush me like an insect, and yet all I have seen from you is talk and inaction. If you are going to crush me then crush me, otherwise I have better things to do."

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In a flash, he disappeared, only to reappear behind him. With an unnatural speed, he slashed straight across, gathering his reiatsu around the blade during strike.

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Bane's lightsaber came up to block, but only just in time to stop his opponent's blade's momentum.

Unfortunately that momentum had been just enough to dig halfway into his side, and Bane gasped. He grabbed Aizen's blade with his bare hand and shoved it out of himself, yelling in pain as he did, his life's blood spilling onto the sand. He went down to one knee, clutching his ruined side, but when he raised his head there was a smile on his lips. "The interesting... thing... about this city," Bane choked out, coughing up blood between sentences, "is that... death is not permanent," he finished, wincing in pain. I have not lost, he thought-projected to no one in particular, and collapsed face first into the sand, his form limp.

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Aizen flicked the blood from his blade and resheathed it.

"Perhaps you will. In any case, your words at least had some affect. I think there are some matters I need to attend to within the ranks of my subordinates."

He bowed to the corpse and left the beach, cursing to himself about "strange light swords."