Star Wars RPF Lightsaber Combat thread

OOC: Ok great thanks. I'll be more detailed. I didn't want to put out the impression that i was completely brilliant straight away.

IC: Ree
In the Duel

Getting the sense that her shirtless friend Chuckles was getting bored, Ree stepped it up a notch. However, before she could do anything he flipped straight over her and landed behind.

Getting the hang of the game now, she twisted around to meet him when the Force told her to jump and she did, avoiding his kick. With Chuckles still on the ground she jabbed her lightsaber at his right leg to distract him. The split second it took him to hiss at the pain, she retrieved her blade, brought it once around in a circle to gain momentum and then slashed at his neck to try for the killing blow...

Tag: Ree

OOC: Hey Chucks I gotta go i have stuff to do before work. Shall we keep the duel going and just post whenever we can?

 

OOC: This may sound nitpicky, but be sure you say something like, "The split second it may take him to hiss at the pain" Determining damage is thought to be a big no no by anyone, and while I don't care, be careful with phrasing, as some people will get quite upset about this. Just letting you know to eliminate possible future headaches.

IC: Chukles
NOW he may be near that hard place.....

That move turned out to be less genius than he had anticipated. The searing pain in his right leg attested to that. It was a relatively superficial wound, but it still hurt.

Ree's next move was rather bold for her. A killing blow. Chukles had moments to act. The blade was coming down. It connected with Chukles' neck, ending the duel.

Or so it would have, had Chukles not reacted in what he, personally, felt to be a rather brilliant move. He kicked his right leg up, aiming at her saber's hilt in hopes of diverting or even disarming her. However, to be careful, he swept his blade in an arch over his body that would, if for some reason his kick failed, deflect the incoming blade. He rolled backwards, coming up in a crouch and surveying the scene.

TAG: Ree

 

OOC: Ohhhh ok Oops! Sorry. I have rad about that while playing other RPG's before. I will do it different next time. Thanks!

IC: Ree
Down...again

Concentrating too much on the killing blow, Ree had litle time to react to Chuckles kick to her lightsaber. His foot connected with the nerves in her hand and she let go of her lightsaber which went flying off to her left. Just in time, she leant over backwards to avoid the arc of Chukles lightsaber aimed at her.

The adrenaline was pumping now and she was getting into it. She was upright again and running of to the left, arm stretched out, and used the Force to retrieve her lightsaber. SHe felt movement in the Force and in one move her lightsaber was activated and she spun around slashing downwards at the foe she thought might be there, waiting...

Tag: Chuckles

 

IC: Chukles
On Top Now

Chukles had her on the move now and he planned to take advantage of it. As she turned and ran for her saber, Chukles got to his feet in one swift motion. He rushed after her.

When she spun and slashed downward, Chukles had only a moment to think, granted only by his slight warning from the Force. The attack would possibly take off his legs if he didn't move, so he did the first thing that came to mind which, in essence, was to tackle her. Desperately, he dove, barely missing her blade. He passed her to her left, and he wrapped his own left arm around her chest.

However, he didn't hold on for long as momentum carried him past her, his grip slipped, and he fell, rolling, to the floor.

TAG: Ree

 

IC: Ree
On the Floor...again

Unfortunately, in her attempt to be faster and less predicatble, she missed Chuckles completely. He takcled her to the ground and she went rolling to the left. Unfortunately he keep going and rolled away after her.

Ree took advantage of this.

As she raised herself from the ground slowly she summoned the Force.And while he was still on the ground she Force Pushed Chuckles further away from her, aiming for some utility boxes against the wall ahead. Instead of waiting for him to react she took up her lightsaber and charged at him...

Tag: Chuckles

 

IC: Chukles
Disoriented

The roll was coming to a stop, but before it did, he picked up speed again. Damn. Ree must have something to do with this. That's all he could think of. Luckily, it appeared he was no longer rolling, merely sliding towards the wall. That's something, I guess.

Chukles looked behind him quickly and saw some utility boxes. Well didn't she just infuriate him. This had all happened in just a second or two, and he only had another second or two to respond. He did, once again, the first thing that flitted through his mind.

He let go of his lightsaber and with both hands Force pushed the floor. Seeing as the floor was rather solid and would not go far, his body was shoved roughly into the air. He gained new momentum and managed to twirl his body around--with some help from the Force--and plant his feet on the wall several feet up. It was a strange move, and he was honestly surprised it had worked. It had also taken a good little bit out of him, but... well... it happens.

He was perched on the wall for just a moment then sprang forward, flipping over the approaching form of Ree, calling his saber to his hand as he did so. Hoping to take advantage of this move, he dove forward with a slash at her neck.

TAG: Ree

OOC: No idea how clearly that came across....

 

OOC: I know I'm kinda mixing two characters together here but meh its only the duelling thread lol.

IC: Darth Ephodos

Ephodos stood planted in the shadows as the two Jedi fought. They had once been his comrades back when he was a Jedi. Ephodos looked back at those days, how he had been Grand Master of the Order and yet still weak compared to the power that now coursed through him. The Dark Side had made him strong.

The two Jedi continued to fight, the male clearly had the beating of the female, who was trying hard but failing. Darth Ephodos smiled. Soon he would have an opportunity to fight. But for now he was content with watching the pityful Jedi fight.

TAG: Chuckles, Ree

 

OOC: Uh oh! I feel dark forces about

IC: Ree
Damn...

"Damn!" Ree thought. This guy was unbelievable. He was incredible! How he stopped himself careening into the wall and jumping up onto the wall, she didn't know.

But without delay she was concentrating again as her attack was being met by a counter attack from Chuckles.

He slashed at her neck. Just in time she ducked, and swung her head to the left and rolled it arond backwards to avoid the slash. On one knee she had her lightsaber clasped with both hands up in a deflective move.

Then she fought hard- slashing right, left, up, down! She kicked Chuckles in the knee and somersaulted backwards up onto her feet. Without delay she charged again aiming for a downward cleave...

Tag: Chuckles

 

IC: Ho'ka Gadth
Location: Duelling Arena

Ho'ka watched in distain as the padawan skidded to a halt in front of him, activating his crimson lightsaber and bringing it up to his starting position. Without waiting for the jedi to ready himself, the Sith apprentice leapt to attack, swinging his blade from his side with the intent to remove the welp's head.

TAG: Denal

 

OOC: darthhelinth, ready for round 2 if you are

IC: Anabel_Skywalker

The Jedi Knight watched the Dark Lady somersault away, signalling to her allies via some communication device strapped around her wrist. She lowered her humming silver blade, sensing the Sith's frustration, her intention to leave the duel before she uttered the very words; the emotions pouring off the Dark Side user in such concentration that made her as easy to read as a book.

"As you wish, Sith. I will remain here, should you wish to resume your vendetta... it is not over yet between us."

Eyes slightly narrowed, Anabel watched the Sith leave...

...falling moments later onto the floor of the duelling arena. A hand reached up, under the layer of beige Jedi robe that covered her lower chest, wincing as she felt the pain of an old wound flare under the proximity of the Dark Side that permeated the room.

The Jedi gritted her teeth, vainly forcing the memories out... of her fallen padawan's betrayal, her sedation and transportation before the ancient Sith Lord... of the Sith's curse - forced to carry the evil scars of torture she now bore on her body. Skywalker drew her breath in shuddering gasps. She needed to regain her balance, her Harmony.

Sliding her legs underneath her, the Knight readjusted into a lotus postion, falling into a deep meditative trance...releasing the pain to the Force.


TAG: darthhelinth

 

OCC: @Denal: My response to our duel is further up the page.

IC: Darth Helinith
Loctaion: Approaching Duel Arena

Just as well the mission had not taken long to do, really.
The Sith had been snappy and irritable throughout it with anything or anyone that came in her way, appart from Darth Mal, of course. But her exitement had been growing throughout the journey back...she was returning to her duel and feeling stronger. She anticipated the Jedi's blood and half licked her lips.

The Tie landed rather heavily outside the duelling arena, skidding slightly as it powered down and the Sith lept out of the top, pulling her lightsaber blade to her hand in anticipation for though she had not even entered the arena yet, she could feel her opponent close now, soooo very close.... There were a few others present, some weaker and some stronger, but these did not concern her. Helinith's busness was with the Jedi Knight alone.

TAG: Anabel_Skywalker

 

IC: Anabel Skywalker

Drawing solace from the Force, the Jedi Knight felt peace once more soothe her mind, sharpern her reflexes and prepare her body for the next encounter with the Sith Lady. For come it would.

The loud engines of the Sith's TIE fighter cut through Anabel's meditation like a knife. Slowly, the Jedi rose, withdrawing into the shadows of the arena. She knew the Sith would return. As the hooded woman re-entered the cavern, red saber already blazing in her hand, Anabel watched her move silently, noticing the fear in the Sith's movements, even as it leant itself to her anger. The Sith couldn't see her. Not yet...

Using the Force to soften her footsteps, Skywalker crept forward, noticing the way the Sith drew her saber through the air in attack - from a removed position, the Knight could begin to appreciate the Sith's form, and scrutinise it for weaknesses. She smiled, raising her voice so that it echoed throughout the cavern.

"Back again? I thought you might be..."

Withdrawing from a higher postion behind a boulder, Anabel called her lightsaber into her hand from the arena floor, but did not activate the silver blade. Not yet.


TAG: Darth Helinith

 

IC: Darth Helinith
Loction: Duel Arena

The Sith strode in with confidence. She needed no element of supprise, she was here for a duel, not an assasination. She activated the blade into her Shien backhand attack stance, eyes searching for her quarry.
The gravel had been disturbed recently, not only that but the light presence was here, in the back of her mind, taunting ever so slightly...

"Back again? I thought you might be..."
The Sith inhaled deeply, trying to catch the scent of her prey.
"Now is not the time to play games, Jedi. Come out and face me..."

The Sith closed her eyes, letting the dark side of the force enter her as her senses became hyper aware of her surroundings, seemingly suddenly pacified but in actuallity rippling with dark side energies, as she pinpointed her foe's location.

Oh she was going to enjoy this.

She suddenly sent a strong pulse in the force towards the boulder she knew her foe was hidden behind, intending to push it back and squash her foe.

TAG: Anable_Skywalker

 

IC: Anabel Skywalker

"Now is not the time to play games, Jedi. Come out and face me..."

Anabel smiled at the words. Soon enough.

She activated her lightsaber, jumping high over the boulder even as the Sith Lady sent it crashing into the wall behind her. Somersaulting high in the air, she landed just over Darth Helinith's shoulder. As she landed, she swung her lightsaber round, aiming for Helinith's tors. Her silver blade met red, as the two lightsabers came crashing together

The Jedi grit her teeth, grinning. She pushed against the Sith's blade, even as Helinth pushed back. Her face shone red by the light of the Sith's blade.

"Oh, you'll find I play no games with Sith..."

TAG: Darth Helinith

 

IC: Shadow
~Dueling Temple~


It had been years since he had stepped into this place, and less years since he lost his title of Dark Lord to Darth Cadaverous. He hated no one more than he, but now is now, not the pass or the future. His tattered flowing robe and cowl still showed the man as strong in the dark side. His eyes burned with hate, and his now long silver hair hung down to his thin waist. His face was creased with lines of age and a old scar crossed from the right temple to the corner of his lips on the left. Shadow's nose was not one piece, but two from the saber cut. His hands hung down alone his side, while his finger nails, painted black as the darkest night without stars. His foot falls were quiet from the padded foot wear.

He had changed his name from what it used to be, to Shadow. For it described what he was formally called. His sabers were now broken and no use too him, so why wear any at all? He had came to die, "peacefully", he whispered to himself not really caring if anyone heard.

As he strode in, the familer sounds of teaching and battling were clear and good to his ears. He had forgotten what those sounds were, till now. "Yes, it has been years since I been here. The smells and the taste of winning and defeat still cling to the walls of this place."

As he looked at the fighters, he was amazed at the new people that were here, and very few older people he reconized. His battle with Darth Cadaverous, left him a broken man with no students. Shadow slowly made his was to the darkest part of the arena and sat wearly down on the cold stone seat. Sighing, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.



TAG: No one.

 

IC: Darth Pravus
Location: Dueling Arena

Years had passed since Pravus had walked into the dueling arena. The last time his tainted feet trotted the blood-stained halls of the arena, Pravus was known under another name: Apocalypse. The mere thought of his former title brought back a maelstrom of memories. They flooded the caverns of his corrupted mind, burning into his very soul. He wondered what had become of his past companions and enemies. In fact, he wondered all aspects of what had become of the life he had left long ago. His ignorance angered him, emotions he would no doubt unleash in the arena.

Pravus trudged along the boundaries of the dueling ring, absorbing the sounds of the duels around him. A shady character, to say the very least, Pravus remained hooded and cloaked in his dark robes. The chains adorning the robes completed the ancient markings that ran along the laterals of his garments. They dragged along the cold floor of the arena, serving as a call of sorts. Pravus longed for a battle that would remind him of his glory days. The yells of the duelers and the hum of their lightsabers was music to his ears, music he would much rather make himself.

He hoped time had not withered his affinity with the force, nor his skills with his sabers. It had been some time since Pravus practiced Ataru, his preferred form of lightsaber combat. The dark lord continued his stroll around the arena, awaiting any possibly combatants.

TAG: Anyone

 

OOC:

Hello!!! Anyone here and open to have a saber battle?

 

OOC:

Please please please?!

 

Damn, still nobody? this place is dead, it sucks, used to be thriving

 

OOC: A friend and I jumping in for a bit of a sparring match, do ignore

IC: Zev Karshen

The young Zeltron male calmly strutted forward breathing the near electric air of the arena, though he was a Jedi and shouldn't be giving in to his emotions, it was beyond his nature however to deny them, and he was definitely excited for the match up he'd been put to. His master had sent him up against one of his old friends, a Jedi that had left the Order on reasonable terms, but someone who nevertheless posed a more than sufficient challenge to his young apprentice. Zev walked forward once more and bowed to an approaching figure.

"So you're the old man my master picked to fight me huh?" Zev asked tossing his bright blue hair out of his eyes. "Have to say you look a lot more impressive than how you were described." he added with a broad smile. "So you ready to begin?" he added, two basket guard adorned lightsabers seemingly appearing out of nowhere to his hands, the speed with which they jumped to them being hardly perceivable.

TAG: kazerima

 

IC: Korellas Marn

He laughed, shaking his mane of golden hair away from his eyes, "You're old Zehpram's rookie eh." His posture was lax, light body armour strapped to his chest and shoulders, and a long cape flew behind him in the gentle breeze. "Hard to think of the old man braying on about anything besides my insubordination to the council." Slowly, he unhooked the brass leather-handled saber from his belt and pulled what seemed to be a long pistol from the holster opposite the blade's resting place. "Let's get started then."

TAG: Chanbill5390.

 

IC: Zev Karshen

Zev eyed the pistol warily, that hadn't been part of the plan, oh well more to enjoy during the practice bout. "Okay old man, let's get started then." Zev said, he then weaved his way to his opponent, one blade held before him, the other one behind, then as he got within a couple yards of the gray Jedi he leapt into the air and fell back at him in a flurry of turquoise as he performed a stunning whirlwind assault on the older gentleman. One blade was making deft strikes out at the serious target zones on Korellas, while the other swung in elegant arcs around him like a shell.

'Let's see him dodge this, even Master Zehpram hasn't seen this move yet.' Zev thought excitedly.

TAG: Korellas Marn

 

IC: Korellas Marn
A shame we're not in zero G he thought as the disciple leaped into action. Seeing the flurry of blades whirling towards him from high above, he momentarily considered his available options. Emanating a compact pulse of force energy from beneath his feet he dashed under the maelstrom of whirling blades, pulling out his pistol and firing upwards before stopping behind him, facing the student's back.he then pulled the trigger again, unleashing a second stun-bolt. "Not bad, but you're still thinking in 2 dimensions."

TAG: Zev Karshen

 

IC: Zev Karshen

Thankfully Zev had been keeping that one blade whirling around to block the many shots made by his opponent. "Yeah, I guess you're right." Zev said mischievously. "But what makes you think I didn't sense what you were about to do?" he added, and with that the ground beneath the other Force adept began to sink beneath him, giving way, pulling at the gray Jedi's legs and the sand began applying further pressure. "Even the slightest emotion can give away your thoughts, and your thoughts give away your actions. I can always feel what others are feeling, so naturally it's easier for me to read their minds." Zev said as he brought the sand high up and began to wrap the gray Jedi with it, trying to pin him down.

TAG" Kazerima

 

IC: Korellas Marn

"So that's how it's gonna' be huh?" He said. As the sand emptied from beneath his feet he emptied all thought from his mind. He always preferred to work off instinct anyway, it always raised questions afterward that nobody could answer. He released a undetectable microburst from his feet again, pushing against the air to allow him to leap above the whirling sands. He danced across the air, releasing only the minimum energy needed to push off for each leap. He fired more blasts from his pistol, using each shot to gauge the speed of his opponent.

TAG: Chanbill5390