- Set Harth, District 14 -
Why it seemed that Vader had done his homework. Even among those few who had studied his existence, few could find the scarce records that even indicated his apprenticeship under Darth Zannah. But merely possessing that knowledge meant nothing. Vader had already proven to know of Set, something that indicated an interest in the ancient Sith. And with an interest, someone in a position as high as Vader's could quite easily gather information from across the galaxy. No, what was interesting was the seeming attempt at a call-out, to belittle Set with the claim that he could not best his former master. This showed what his face could not, anger. It appeared the Sith Lord was angry. A dangerous state to encounter in a Sith, but it was a great weakness, as well as a strength. For in anger, they failed to realize the obvious, and they made small mistakes that lead inevitably to failure. This was one of the reasons why Set himself had never forgotten his Jedi training, and well knew to keep his own emotions in check. For a weapon wielded is useful only if you are able to point it as you wish, and not dragged along behind it. Besides, he had surpassed Zannah centuries ago, if not in power, then in wit. Only a fool relid solely on the Force, as opposed to their mind.
Smiling, Set reached out, and ripped the force closing around his neck to shreds. Had he been in single combat with Vader, there was no doubt he would have been crushed. But forced to divide his focus and power over three opponents, and then further distracted by two unexpected assaults? Vader would be forced to divert even more of his power to defensive measures if he hoped to avoid being crushed by the sudden assault. At the very least he would be distracted, his focus broken, as he was foced to move aside from the assault. Thus was the illusion of power shattered. For while Vader was easily the most powerful individual present he had failed to realise who he faced, in truth. Set was not a master of lightsaber combat, nor of the Force, despite his considerable skill in both fields. Had he relied solely on either skill he would have been shredded. Rather he was a master of preparation and planning. The terrain, the environment, the surrounding factors and elements. Believing solely in his own power Vader had arrogantly marched into a trap.
With a thought Set activated the runes he had previously made, catalysing a series of stones and concepts he had imbued with the Force to achieve a goal he could never have achieved through power applied directly. It reached into the earth and sky and drew forth water, an act of telekinesis performed at such a grand scale and yet with so little required force, a delicate process that had been perfected over the course of centuries and stored in holocrons, only to be learned by Set. A wall of white fog rose up and consumed the battlefield, making it impossible to see more than a meter or so in any direction. Trees, bystanders and buildings, all were replaced by this world of white darkness, a realm in which Set made himself unbeatable. Using his considerable experience he cloaked himself from the Force, made himself one with his environment through focus and discipline. First hidden from simple sight, and now hidden from the true sight granted to those who wielded the Force. Even had Vader had the discipline and skill necessary to hide himself, he lacked the skill to best Set on this field, who had spent a dozen lifetimes honing his talents.
"Te rely solely on the Force is to blind yourself to reality, Lord Vader. Your Force will not save you from me." As he spoke it was as if the fog had gained a voice. An echoing sound that emanated from all directions, betraying nothing of the hunter's location. His feet tread silently as he spun and leapt through the battlefield, any sound he made hidden by the hail of gunfire. His blade was kept sheathed so that the light not betray him, and his rapid movement meant that even had Vader somehow located him, it would be imposible to keep track of him long enough to try anything. "Perhaps if you had not been fool enough to attack me and my companions you would not have been made to face such humiliation, as to be defeated by an inferior opponent."
Having utilised the speed and mobility granted by Ataru, his favoured style of combat, Set had already dashed past the combatants. He had no interest in a frontal assault, where he would be expected. Instead he launched himself forward, even as he used the Force to cast a similar and fare noisier piece of rubble from another direction. Should Vader anticipate this rubble-based attack he would be forced to move either forward, into Reinhardt's assault, or backwards, into Set's assault. Or, of course, the option remained for him to intercept the rubble with the Force, but this would occupy one hand. As he would require his lightsaber to block the hail of bullets being fired at him, any of his choices would leave him vulnerable. A step sent him dashing formard like lightning, a bright blue saber popping into existence even as he swung, the blue arc aimed to slice off his opponent's arm. He would end this with a single blow.
