As Kev-Mas was in mid charge, he realized that his saber was switched off. Irritated at his opponent's stupidity, he took advantage of the blade not being ignited. Seeing his opponent move his blade, Kev-Mas repositioned his newly re-ignited lightsaber, of which had an activation switch covered by his hand all along. Aimed at a new, less protected area on his opponent, Kev-Mas dug into his rage with the force, enhancing his strength tremendously, and swung his blade at the weak spot, determined to draw first blood.

"Figures. Those who look stupid also tend to be stupid..."

Kev-Mas didn't have enough time to react to the seemingly impossible move that his opponent pulled off. The kick to his left calf tripped him, and as he fell, he felt a slight burning sensation as the lightsaber of his opponent sliced through the armor on his boot. Had that not been there, he probably would have lost a foot.

Kev-Mas was now very pissed, due to the fact that he left himself open for such an improbable attack. Digging into this rage as fuel, he turned around to face his opponent, still on his knees, and let loose a powerful Bolt of Hatred, aimed at his opponent's lower torso area. This fool was going down.

A gong sounded across the Echo Base sound system, indicating that the first duel was ended. A hologram swam into view, displaying a dark figure surrounded by a claw which appeared to be attached to his shoulder. It snaked around his robes, and the man, Darth Insipid, looked up at the two combatants, inclining a head to the single bystander for a moment.

"My opinion of this match is as follows. Any issues with it, refer to me privately, as ever."

"Kev Mas Colcha, you requested of me the right to explain that you yourself were responsible for reactivating the base power, as you had been stranded. With that information, you proceeded to add approximately one line to your opening post. In the prior tournaments such an opening post would never have done, and the bar has been raised by this being a masters tournament. I'll admit it coloured my opinion of the following duel. Nonetheless, I proceeded to read while nudging that aside."

The Sith shrugged.

"I didn't seem to have a strong sense of reason from Kev. Sure, his opponent was a darksider. But, as I know better than any judge in this game, so was Kev once, and even if I didn't, he was wearing Shadow Guard armour which indicates something. There was a why, in there, somewhere, but I couldn't define it. He attacked his opponent first simply because...?"

The Dark Lord paused. "But those were simply asides. My largest issue was with your penultimate post. To quote, you "[a]imed at a new, less protected area on his opponent," and then proceeded. What area? It was completely impossible to ascertain where the blade was being aimed for I-5's subsequent post - as such all he could do was ignore your last post because of its irrelevance."

"And the elf..." said Insipid, turning to look at Sith-I-5. "Your posts were at least interesting, I'll give you that. The speeder issue was a mildly complicated one, as to whether it would have moved, or you would have. In the last tournament, the judges confirmed that Force powers could move yourself as well, so the issue was less of an issue, so it doesn't seem like a particular issue to me. I was pleased to see that your feet crunched in the snow, as an aside. The telekinesis was quite sneaky, but well used."

The Sith Lord nodded. "As you can imagine, my conclusion is thus; that I-5 won the first round. Congratulations to the RPF, and my condolences to the EUC."