Social Games The Rancor Pit (EUC Dueling thread)

IC: Reiis Invadator

"Reiss, most sith who think that simply attack their enemy."

There were more words, silent in Edo's mind, but Reiis did not probe. It did not matter, not then, and Reiis was already prepping for the next attack.

"Yes, Jedi," she replied, oddly calm as she drew the Dark Side around her. "That is exactly what I'm going to do."

And with that, Reiis leaped at Edo, the downward opening strike of Djem So poised to fall upon Edo with as much fury as the Force would provide her.

TAG: BookExogorth

 

Darth Prazutis (Mikaboshi) vs. Leda (QueenSabe7)
Mikaboshi move: 5 of 7
QueenSabe7 move : 4 of 7

IC: Darth Prazutis

His ears rang as lighting crashed down all around him, but never once did it slow his advance towards Leda. As she placed her lightsaber on her belt and raised her hands Prazutis prepared for a volley of lighting, but it never came. Instead he found himself suddenly off his feet, barely a moment passed before he felt the paralyzing shock embrace his body.

How many more moments passed after that he could not know, his body and senses were overwhelmed with the fallout of the lightning strike. His ears rang, his muscles spasmed, his teeth felt as if they were white hot. As he came back into the moment he found himself on his knees, his clothing on the right side of his body heavily singed and smoking, and he had no idea where his remaining lightsaber had gone.

He made the pain his own, embraced it, let it be fuel to empower him. Reaching out through the Force he searched for either of his lightsabers, a rock, a severed limb, anything at all to defend himself. As he continued to search for a means of defense, he raised his head and set eyes upon his attacker.....

TAG: QueenSabe7
Honorable Judges: @Sinrebirth @Lady Belligerent @Darth_wanderguard @dragonsith13 @E. L.Knight @Darth Kronos

 

IC: Irishi Kenobiwan
The Pit

Irishi remains in the Soresu opening stance as Ananta sprinted towards her with an enormous speed, then suddenly launching a forwards flip before he brought his lightsaber straight down towards her. In the final moment, Irishi brings her lightsaber vertically in front her, blocking the strike. It is then that she realised how close his lightsaber was to graze her hair. Any closer, I'll be losing a fair amout of my hair.

Gathering a good amount of force power on her left hand, Irishi stretches it forwards and performs a Force Push to push her Jedi Brother back. Before entering into a full spring herself and does a mid-air pirouette, bringing her lightsaber into a deadly side-strike.

TAG Ananta Chetan

 

Darth Prazutis (Mikaboshi) vs. Leda (QueenSabe7)
Mikaboshi move: 5 of 7
QueenSabe7 move : 5 of 7


IC: Leda

The moment the wave of Force energy left her body, Leda let loose a howl of pain, one that burst free of her lungs without restraint. Once her move was made she hunched over briefly to cradle her injured arm, eyes never leaving her opponent as she steadied herself.

Much to her pleasure, Prazutis went airborne and her aim had been true, barreling him into the lightning strike as she intended. Reveling in the distress the bolt was surely causing him, she watched intently, all the while pacing in no certain pattern to avoid being stuck herself. As he fell to his knees, singed and smoking, she felt a buzz beneath her skin – an electricity. Partly a result of the thunderous storm in the pit? Most likely, but she also knew it was the strength her agony was feeding her.

Leda had caught that he had lost his other saber, poor thing, and while she considered calling it to her own hand… she couldn’t wield two, not with the condition her arm was in. It would serve no other purpose but to weigh her down. So, with a flick of her wrist she sent the hilt flying up and away from where Prazutis still knelt.

She had been slowly moving towards him, somewhat unsure how to act next. This opportunity, catching him off-guard, was too good to let slide even though she had the feeling he was only luring her in for another attack.

Kriff it, the warrior decided. She had to do something.

Making sure to keep distance between them, Leda reached out towards him with her good arm, all her rage and pain channeling into her focus. His neck, the veins underneath the skin and the precious airway within; she envisioned them all restricting uncomfortably as she began to squeeze her hand together, intending to apply pressure via the Force.

TAG: Mikaboshi
Honorable Judges: @Sinrebirth @Lady Belligerent @Darth_wanderguard @dragonsith13 @E. L.Knight @Darth Kronos

 

Match 3
Kaleesh-Cyborg (Grievance Vexx) vs. corinthia (Alekto)
Grievance Vexx - move 5 of 7

As the lightning tests his reflexes at an accelerated speed, Grievance manages to hold his own for a time, though it's plain to see the unpredictability has a good chance of overwhelming him. Running on his own stamina, he is growing tired as he fights to deflect the electricity and avoid being hit. Not only does he have to keep up a rapid Soresu defense, but he has to frequently strike his blades against a hard surface to maintain the vibration that is key to absorbing and deflecting the lightning. His deadly dance is quite an impressive show as he develops a pattern that seems to keep him out of harm's way. Almost.

His attention is no longer focused on trying to strike Alekto. The frequency of the strikes is at such a fast pace that it does not permit him the time to gauge the shot. He just has to take it and deflect it anywhere away from him. By this time, the spectators have moved several rows up to avoid being struck by a stray arc of high voltage. Grievance doesn't even have a moment's rest to notice or take pleasure in it though. He is too busy fighting for his life.

Exhaustion eventually causes him to miss a beat in the strobing streaks of light attacking him like karabbacs whose nest has been disturbed. In the split second of a reaction delayed by a fraction of a second, a powerful bolt strikes the cyborg in the back directly between his shoulder blades, flinging him forward. As if it is happening in slow motion, Grievance can feel the shock follow his spine in both directions, crippling him with a grotesque convulsion of purest agony. Any vocal reaction is strangled as the voltage takes his breath away. He feels like he is being crushed and pulled apart all at once. His vision is nothing but a multicolored streaking of dead tree limbs clawing at a black background that leaves him thoroughly blinded. It seems as though the torment will never stop and then suddenly, it is over. The lighting having laid him low, Grievance is barely conscious. Exhaustion beckons him to give up and let all of this go, but self-preservation drives him to persevere.

No. Not self-preservation. There is only one thing that can drive him to think and see beyond the pain of this punishment. Only one thing can call him back from the edge of defeat. It is that undying sense of honor and the insatiable desire for victory that causes the Kaleesh's electrocuted heart to beat in defiance of everything that would glory in seeing him take his last breath; lay down and die. It is on this sense of honor and hunger for victory that he finds enough control within his faculties to move spider-like across the ground to shelter himself close to a pillar on the edge of the arena, his Kaleesh weapons still clutched in his hands, ready to beat back the next onslaught of Sith lightning when it comes.

Tag: corinthia
Honorable Judges: Sinrebirth Darth_wanderguard Lady Belligerent dragonsith13 Darth Kronos E. L.Knight

 

IC

As we momentarily locked blades, I suddenly feel my feet being pushed out from under me causing them to slide backwards, rolling slowly over the gravel and loose debris on the Pit's floor. Quickly inverting my blade, I thrust it down into the stone beneath me like a tent peg and hold onto its hilt to prevent me from sliding back any further.

Then coming to my feet once again I'm immediately met with the sight of Irishi in mid-air whirling towards me with her blade fully extended. Intuitively I bend backwards far enough that my chest is nearly parallel with the ground as I watch the blade as if in slow-motion swoosh inches above my chest.

TAG Jedi Master Kenobiwan

 

Darth Prazutis (Mikaboshi) vs. Leda (QueenSabe7)
Mikaboshi move: 6 of 7
QueenSabe7 move : 5 of 7


IC: Darth Prazutis

Darth Prazutis had only begun to regain his senses when he felt his neck constrict, after one last gasp of air he could no longer breathe. His body trembled, every muscle protested movement, every moment was filled with agony. Only a moment ago he had the upper hand, now he struggled to steady shaking knees as he rose from his knees.

Fear. He felt it, not a fear of death, no far worse. He feared failing Vahla yet again.

That fear aided him, it was the fuel he needed to gather his strength once again. As it surged it fought against the constraint around his neck, it's hold did not release easily. He wanted nothing more than to just breathe, but a moment taken to catch his breathe could be his last.

The assassin had no weapon, his body still suffered the effects of the lightning and asphyxiation, the Dark Side was his ally still. Fear bubbled up within him, he harnessed it and allowed it to gather in the palm of his hand, only a brief moment later a small orb of complete black formed.

Force Destruction. An ability requiring great strength, but one that demanded much from the practitioner. Given his current condition he suspected he could throw one, maybe two, before succumbing to exhaustion. The black orb flew out of his hand as a whispered prayer to his goddess escaped his lips, the orb flew towards Leda and the pillar behind her, even a glancing blow would be debilitating.

TAG: QueenSabe7

Honorable Judges: @Sinrebirth @Lady Belligerent @Darth_wanderguard @dragonsith13 @E. L.Knight @Darth Kronos

 

Darth Prazutis (Mikaboshi) vs. Leda (QueenSabe7)
Mikaboshi move: 6 of 7
QueenSabe7 move : 6 of 7


IC: Leda

Leda ground her teeth in exertion, pushing as much concentration into the force choke as she could. Through narrowed eyes she saw Prazutis struggle for air, going rigid as she continued depriving him of it. She was primed for one last squeeze of her hand and a twist of her wrist, the kill so certain within her grasp that she could almost feel the life leaving the white-haired man’s body.

It was unfortunate she would never get that far.

In her opponent’s current state, he acted with surprising speed and ferocity, most likely fueled by desperation. A last ditch effort to thwart impending death would give most able beings a sudden surge of energy, and this was how she saw Prazutis now, a circular object of the blackest darkness materializing in the palm of his hand.

Forced to abandon her hold on him as the mysterious orb was launched in her direction, Leda had never witnessed such an attack and she had no idea what it would do to her, but she wasn’t about to find out. Her only thought called her lightsaber back to her right hand, igniting the blade horizontally in front of her just as the anomaly struck.

She had expected the weapon to absorb the threat as it had with the lightning but it did not, whatever this was being much more powerful. Instead, it collided with her blade and like a pair of out of control speeders smashing into each other head on, there was a thunderous crash and a wave of searing heat on impact that threw her back off her feet. Before she knew which way was up and could begin to piece together what was happening, her back struck something hard and immobile, knocking any remaining breath from her lungs.

The obelisk.

Oh KRIFF, was all she could think as the energy snaking over the pillar’s surface ensnared her. She couldn’t move, not even scream as the lightning swept over her, igniting every nerve under her skin and bringing on the sensation she was being cooked from the inside out. Fleeting seconds that stretched into an eternity passed and she was released, crashing to the pit floor in an inelegant heap.

Now lying awkwardly on her stomach, she began to cough in fits, struggling to breathe as Prazutis had been just prior. If she had been able, Leda would’ve laughed. She couldn’t though; all she could do was lie there, locked in agony. With each rattling cough she tasted blood, some splattering out into the dirt beside her face. The rotting smell of burnt flesh and hair filled her nostrils and she gagged, beginning to shiver, or her muscles were still convulsing… probably the only reason her lightsaber hilt was still clenched tightly in her right hand.

The orb may not have hit her dead on, but it hadn’t needed to she realized. Being near to its darkness alone had done its fair share of damage. Dragging her head upright just enough to eye her foe, the warrior started to gather what strength she had left and it dawned on her then that she could no longer feel her injured arm. The pain was gone, but it also left a jarring absence as though the entire limb had been sheared off her body. It was simply deadweight, useless. And as she stared down Prazutis, exhausted, burnt, and wounded… she could only think that she was completely screwed.

Though that didn’t mean she wouldn’t go down without a fight. Or at the very least, she wouldn't go down alone.

TAG: Mikaboshi
Honorable Judges: @Sinrebirth @Lady Belligerent @Darth_wanderguard @dragonsith13 @E. L.Knight @Darth Kronos

 

Darth Prazutis (Mikaboshi) vs. Leda (QueenSabe7)
Mikaboshi move: 7 of 7
QueenSabe7 move : 6 of 7


IC: Darth Prazutis

The assassin was left depleted, his body exhausted, his spirit nearly broken. His breathes came in deep, ragged, gasps. Darth Prazutis stared at Leda, she had taken as much punishment as he had, she however was still armed. Many moments he stood on shaking legs, finally, when he felt on the verge of collapse he commanded his body to respond. It responded, clumsily and slowly, but it responded. He half stumbled, half ran, his anger and shame fueling his charge.

He had abandon all caution, weaponless he intended to meet this fully convicted, his body was trained for nothing but this. Slowly he gathered speed, his hands tensed in anticipation of visceral violence, if he had to tear her head from her body so be it. If she cut him down in the attempt, then he would meet his goddess with no shame staining his soul.

TAG: QueenSabe7
Honorable Judges: @Sinrebirth @Lady Belligerent @Darth_wanderguard @dragonsith13 @E. L.Knight @Darth Kronos

 

IC: Edo Vilsa
Edo knew that this was how a sith worked. She knew that many considered it folly to let your guard down against one, even to give every opportunity to turn away from the dark.
Edo didn't.
She could feel the un-sith gather her power, sensing the attack a bit before it came. She responded by pushing it to the side with both sabers. As fluidly as possible, Edo shifted from shunting the attack to the side to driving again at Reiss' knee with her right saber. To a certain point, this was futile, but after that, her knee would sever.
Hopefully, anyway. The material didn't short her light saber, so at least it wasn't cortosis. But were the others still in use? Edo wished she had been just a bit better at battlefield planning.
Tag: @Anakin.Skywalker

 

Darth Prazutis (Mikaboshi) vs. Leda (QueenSabe7)
Mikaboshi move: 7 of 7
QueenSabe7 move : 7 of 7


IC: Leda

Leda could feel his rage.

She had plenty of her own.

Together, mixed with the random electrical discharges of the lightning storm, the atmosphere was practically explosive with raw energy. It was just about all she had to cling to at this stage.

That and her will to survive, to win.

Yellow-green eyes, bloodshot and tearing, honed in on Prazutis as he shakily began to close the distance between them. GET UP, GET UP, GET UP, Leda repeated over and over in her head, a necessary mantra as she shoved up onto her good arm. With a snarling growl, the warrior then maneuvered further to her knees and stopped, knowing she couldn’t make it to her feet. Her entire body felt as though it would shatter into a million pieces if she moved anymore, her left arm dangling uselessly at her side.

He was close now, closer still as he quickened his pace. Leda remained as she was, igniting her pale yellow blade once more and gathering whatever strength she had left. Her opponent appeared content with tearing into her with no other weapons save his hands and in this reckless condition he was still a formidable threat.

But she did still have protection in her saber. Even if he managed to have her within his grasp, she could still land a fatal blow and end this.

A sinister grin spread across her face as he covered that last space that separated them, baring her blood-stained teeth and looking more like an enraged animal than human. Kriffing DO IT. Now within range, Leda’s blade swept out horizontally once at Prazutis’ knees, hopefully severing both limbs just above the calves. Without pause she used her final energy reserves and then stabbed almost vertically upwards. If his chest were anywhere above her, she felt confident that she would run him through.

And at last this match would have a victor.

TAG: Mikaboshi
Honorable Judges: Sinrebirth Lady Belligerent Darth_wanderguard dragonsith13 E. L.Knight Darth Kronos

 

The stipulated rounds had all been exhausted by the tournament participants. Though the hand of Director Sato was stayed, as direction came from the the Headmaster's box in the form of a lack of a response in finality regarding the round.

Leda and Prazutis were laying near motionless close to one another, both having sustained wounds and finally succumbing to fatigue after barely crossing the finish line of their match. For the other tournament participants there was a clear motion that their matches had concluded, but these two were hanging in limbo. A signal of their matches conclusion, not coming.

The lightning storm around the arena slowly ceased, with the strikes becoming more infrequent with the energy dissipating till the pillars no longer spewed out energy. Their eerie red glow the only reminder of the hell they had unleashed previously.

The arena was silent, all eyes on Leda and Prazutis whom were no doubt wondering why the match had not been called.

@QueenSabe7 Mikaboshi


OOC: A two round extension is granted, with each player getting two additional moves. Prazutis gets the first move in line with original match first move.

 

IC- Keskor Vunn
Keskor stared at the ground as he waited for his opponent, the last time he dueled someone was when he dueled his fellow Padawan Edo, time had passed sinced then, Keskor had grown, He was stronger. Looked up and gazed around the Arena, he had missed dueling.
Sarge
OOC- Is it OK if I use one of my Longswords? I know I'm not a Knight yet...

 

IC: Sir Peregrine Bonaventure

"Armor and longswords it is! It's been too long since I've danced to the music of steel! Shall we begin, good squire-Padawan?"



Tag: Master Vo'Un'Var

 

IC-Keskor Vunn
Keskor nodded at the Knight, he was clad in Beskar Armor, Custom design, He ignited the Saber Longsword.
"May the best man win."
Keskor charged
Sarge
Visual

 

IC: Peregrine Bonaventure

As the eager Padawan charged me, I set myself firmly, feet planted in the ground, bracing myself to withstand the impact like a stone wall. I extended my saber blade with both hands, holding it out as far as I could, pointed straight at my opponent's chest. Young Keskor would have to do something about my swordpoint before he could reach me, or else he'd impale himself on my blade.

Master Vo'Un'Var

 

IC-Keskor Vunn
As the Knight help out his sword like a spear, Keskor dodged to the left and swung the Longsword with both hands as fast as he could, He then leapt back and attempted a force push, to then slash once again at his opponent. Keskor was training for someone else, someone he'd always promised to challenge again and kill, A Sith...
Sarge

 

IC: Peregrine Bonaventure

Keskor was pretty quick on his feet; obviously he'd had experience moving in heavy armor before. As he dodged around my swordpoint, I drew my blade back into a parry, then instantly backpedaled, riding the wave of his Force push backward a couple of paces, letting him expend his energy of his sword slashes on the air I had just vacated.

"I'm feeling just a tinge of darkness, Keskor. I know you feel the need to be strong to protect the innocent and to serve justice, but beware that you don't use that as an excuse to seek revenge. That is not our way."

I darted forward, swinging my blade overhead in a downward cut toward the top of his helmet, hoping to draw his blade up to parry mine as I suddenly pulled my hilt back into my chest and then forward again in a thrust toward his face.

OOC: Master Vo'Un'Var, it's past my bedtime here, so you can take a few hours to respond now if you like. I'm looking forward to continuing this. Hope you have a fun b-day!

 

IC-Keskor Vunn

Keskor swung out of the way as the Knight swung down his sword, at the same time Keskor swung his sword at the side of his opponent, and then leaping back.

"I don't want revenge, and I don't really believe in Innocence, everyone has done something bad, minor or major, and also I believe death can be a useful resource, but not in all cases... Sometimes death has to happen, though you may disagree"

Keskor stepped into a defensive stance, planting his feet firmly in the ground. He looked into the eyes of Peregrine, awaiting the Knight's next moves.

Sarge

 

IC: Peregrine Bonaventure

"Oh, certainly death comes to us all, or if not death, an end to this life that we know."

Seeing how Keskor planted his feet firmly in the ground, I circled slowly to my right, staying just out of easy striking range. I kept eye contact with him, but maintained awareness of his feet in my peripheral vision. The moment he shifted his feet to face me as I moved past his left flank, I'd rush in to push him off balance.

"But as a wiser man than I am once said, many die who deserve to live, and we cannot give life to them, so do not be too quick to dole out death in punishment."

Master Vo'Un'Var

 

IC- Keskor Vunn (Jedi Knight!!!)

Keskor swung out of the way as Peregrine rushed to try and knock him off balance.

"Well said, I will not be quick to dole out death, but yet I still will, I know I will."

Keskor ran directly at his opponent, to then swing to the left, swinging his saber at the Jedi's torso, As Keskor leapt back he prowled around his opponent.

"Who was the wise man?"

Sarge

 

IC: Reiis Invadator

Reiis's attack was parried by the blows of the Jedi's sabers, which quickly returned to the previously-battered knee. It hadn't suffered damage the first time, but Reiis didn't want to press her luck. Twisting her leg to the side, she narrowly avoided the attack, bringing the leg up towards her chest and striking out at the Jedi. She just wanted to beat the Jedi senseless at this point, but the Jedi was armed and Reiis hated blood, so that wasn't a very appealing option. She followed up the kick with a strike from her saber, and hoped to the Force the Jedi would just hurry up and lose the damned fight.

TAG: BookExogorth

 

IC: Peregrine Bonaventure

I slapped aside Keskor's slash with a quick twist of my wrists, knocking his blade away from my body.

"The wise man? Oh, some old guy in grey robes. You know, I can't remember his name."

As Keskor prowled around me, I turned lightly to face him, always making sure I didn't cross my feet as I stepped.

"So, this person who deserves to die at your hand, do you know his name, or-"

In the middle of my sentence I launched myself forward in a lunging thrust aimed for his face, hoping to catch him off guard with the sudden attack.

Tag: Master Vo'Un'Var

 

IC- Keskor Vunn

Keskor chuckled as he dodged the lunge of his opponent, it was predictable.

"Actually it's a she. Reiis Invadator. Nearly killed me when I was a new Padawan... In fact, I think I was an Initiate."

Keskor dashed towards the knight in a flurry of blows.

Sarge

 

IC: Peregrine Bonaventure

I laughed as I stood firm and blocked the lightning-quick saber blows raining down at me.

"Oh, pardon me, Keskor, I wasn't laughing at you. Just an old memory, of Lady Reiis. She was my opponent in my first duel after I chose to follow the Light. It was quite a memorable contest. If you have some time for small talk with her, ask her what she did with my sword after she accidentally arc-welded it to her cybernetic hand. I told her she could keep it and I like to think it holds a place of honor in her trophy collection."

I sidestepped to my left, swept out with my right foot, swung my right elbow behind his and pushed backwards, testing his ability to resist basic tripping techniques.

"And you'd be advised to learn to resist all kinds of dark arts if you face her again. The Sith never got the memo about using the Force for knowledge or defense, never for attack. I think she knows every dark perversion of the Force and she loves to use them all."

Tag: Master Vo'Un'Var