Social Games The Rancor Pit (EUC Dueling thread)

IC: Ananta Chetan

The parade of new beings shambling towards them came as little surprise to those familiar with the Pit . One needed only to delve back into the history of the venue a couple of pages to see that it had often been a hive for the undead, particularly Gungans. That being said, this new horde of the non-living still made Ananta shudder by the sheer diversity of their ranks. Wookies, Mandalorians and Stormtroopers, oh my indeed!

As one of the few Jedi here thus far he sat alone upon the stone steps, witnessing the few brave souls confronting their new opponents, when suddenly he heard the sound of a few small rocks moving near his feet. Looking downward he could begin to see several long, thin, golden fingers emerge and push upwards through the floor until they wrapped firmly around his ankle. Jumping to his feet and activating his blade the head of his attacker finally came into view from beneath him. It was a protocol droid, with one of its eyes Salaciously Crumbed and hanging out.

Sir, I regret to inform you, that you and your counterparts...well, are doomed! As it spoke several more golden appendages along with a single red one began to rise from beneath the floor at scattered locations across the Pit.


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IC: Semajj Nosrep.

Semajj was standing in a half crouch, nobody had come to his aid, but he wasn't surprised, the others had their own problems. One of his hands soothed his sore side while the other clutched his lightsaber desperately. I'm pretty sure Zombies were NOT mentioned when I agreed to this, he thought slightly annoyed. The young initiate prepared to continue his fight with the Mandalorian, but it just ignored him, he was a victim of convenience it seemed, as it turned to face its initial target, a Sith he knew as Darth Kronos. Smirking he thought The creature was probably programed to kill him, the Sith are rather infamous for stabbing each other in the back.

He came to face a new opponent, which he discovered to be another pair of Storm Troopers.
they swiftly sped his way, he sliced ones head of, and deprived the other of both its arms, and stabbed it in the chest, the momentum knocked it to the ground, but he didn't expect it to be completely defeated. Twirling his green blade he sliced its head in half. He was well aware of the giant rancor rampaging only several dozen meters away, as well as several Jedi and Sith striking at it frustratedly. But knowing it to be just a bit out of his league, he reached out looking for a new opponent.

Turning he aimed at another enemy that had come running towards him. The cacophony of sound was deafening, and so the only way he would have realized the pair of wookiees walking to towards him was through the force, they oozed dark side energy, enough to make him sick. He struck with his blade, slicing into ones abdomen, but it didn't even slow the creature down. Briefly he contemplated retreating back to The Temple of Light, and meditating in his quarters for the remainder of the day, but he knew it was to late for that. He back peddled to be parallel with Kronos's ongoing struggle with the Mandalorian, and lunged again stabbing the wookiee in his chest. It roared, whether it was in pain or fury he couldn't tell, but he suspected it was the latter. With a powerful paw the hairy beast blasted the young Ongree ten meters back. He was disoriented, and took a moment to focus himself. It was only then he realized that he had been deprived of his lightsaber, which was still stuck in the wookiees lumbering chest. "Great."

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IC- Darth Arach

Arach barely had a wisp of an idea, but she acted on it anyway.

She leapt off her Acklay and sent her to help the nearby Jedi, whose name she heard was Nosrep. When her Acklay charged off, Arack ran toward the undead monster, careful to dodge the behemoth's huge claws. On the way, she called her lightsaber to her hand.

"Stab them in their heads!" she shouted when there was a quiet moment in between the roars.

She slid between the Rancor's legs, rolled out of the way of its tail, then Force leapt onto its back. Using the Force to keep her in place, the assassin ran up the undead beast's back, igniting her lightsaber as she went. She reached the top of its head and stabbed downward with her lightsaber.

The beast immediately roared and swiped upward with its claws, catching her off- guard. The tip of a claw caught her right thigh. She screamed in pain, grabbed her blade and slashed at the claws, cutting off an inch. The beast, again, roared.

Arach stabbed the beast's head again, but then, dragged the blade toward her, opening the Rancor's skull. Crouching, Arach withdrew the blade and stabbed into the vicious wound she just made.

The beast roared, then fell as it died.

Arach jumped off the behemoth's head and rolled when she hit the ground. She just managed to get completely out of the way when it hit the ground. She stood and raised her arm to shield her eyes from the dirt cloud, deactivating her lightsaber.

When the dirt cleared, she became aware of the burning pain in her thigh. Arach leaned heavily on her uninjured leg and looked around for her next fight.

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Darth Cruor

The Sith Battlelord watched on with mild amusement as the gathered Jedi and Sith battled the walking dead, he was impressed at their efficiency with the numerous abominations he animated. They didn't necessarily work together against their common enemies, but they weren't working against each other. He was curious as to what it would take to force actual cooperation, apparently a handful of assorted zombies was far below their level of skill.

He didn't need to think long before a possibility came to mind.

Darth Cruor held forth his staff and began to chant, though his voice was soft it carried easily across the chaotic battle pit and was filled with the eldritch power of the Dark Side. Slowly the shadow fog started to collect near the middle of the pit, as the area cleared the gathering darkness grew and began to take the form of a giant winged humanoid shaped creature (about the size of a Rancor). As the last of the shadow gathered into this new form the creature spread it's wings and stretched out it's arms, at the end of those arms was it's hands each of which were adorned with jagged fingers the length of a small sword.

Suddenly it's eyes opened, they glowed red as the being looked about the room sizing up it's opponents. Looking upward the living shadow let out a deafening cry of rage.



Now that the floor of the pit was visible again it became easier to see the arena, the Wookie and the Mandalorian zombies remained active and attacked their Jedi and Sith adversaries which left others free to engage this creature of sentient shadow. It was not content to wait for them to act however, it stretched out it's hands and unleashed blue lightning in sweeping arcs. The lightning shattered stone and sought to make contact with the living, this creature would not die as easily as the corpses who had previously risen to challenge those present.

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EDIT: Let's do this one in a more traditional RP style. Don't post damage from your attacks, I will reply for the shadow creature in turn. Hopefully this is a bit more challenging and entertaining for you all than killing mindless hordes of random opponents.

This creature will have a few special powers in order to make the fight a bit more challenging, hopefully it will result in some out of the box imagination as far as how to dispatch it before it kills us all.

PS: The wookie and mandalorian are still out there, those who were engaging those finish them up.

Also......LOVE the 3PO addition. Kudos!

 

IC: Semajj Nosrep
The Fog in the arena was thick, deprived of his lightsaber, and with his head echoing with pain from his fall, which limited his ability to call on the force; he was practically defenseless. The Ongree were not a very agile species, their bulky anatomy prevent much in the way of acrobatics, though as a Jedi he could manage feats others of his species could not, he was still limited. That was why he had chosen to specialize in Forms III, with touches of Form V shien, to take full advantage of his capabilities. But now deprived of his blade, and with the haze of combat around him the young Jedi was lost. He tried scanning the area with his loose eye stocks, which allowed him to see multiple angle simultaneously.

Lights and flashes of lightsabers and other weapons were all around, but he couldn't make any sense of it. Where is my blade! He thought growing increasingly concerned. He couldn't see the large Wookiee that had deprived him of it.Just then he heard someone yell "Stab them in their heads!" Yes he had figured that out earlier, he had done so with several storm troopers, but Wookiees would not be so easily fooled, and it wouldn't do him much good without his lightsaber anyways. But nonetheless he shouted "Thanks for the Advice!" With as much force as he could muster.

The battle was frantic, he sensed the Rancor fall and the dark side magic dissipate from it, he turned and saw three storm troopers shriek out from the fog coming towards him. Using the Force, and some effort, he turned one of the zombies into a ragdoll slamming its large body into its companions, and tossing it back into the fog. Exhausted he walked around searching for the Wookiees he had faced, out of the corner of his eye he witnessed the red blade of a young Sith apprentice go out as he got overwhelmed by ten or twenty storm troopers, the boy was little more then a child, and in different circumstances he might have mourned the poor lad. But instead he took this as an opportunity, he reached out, and as his head cleared for a moment, the Sith lightsaber flew from where it landed to his hand. He ignited the crimson blade, a little shorter than his own, he waved it back and forth listening to the hum. "Hm, an inferior sword to be sure..." He swung it around cleaving his recovered Storm Trooper friend above its shoulders. "But it will serve my cause until I might recover my own."

Then he returned to the fight, only to hear a wicked chant of sorts, and a dark demon from below rose from the pit., as the fog dissipated "What the Kriff is That!" He cried. Eyes a blaze, and mouth hanging open, he froze in place.

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IC: Lord Manticore
Rancor Pit

He did not show it, but the ability to summon undead was markedly impressive! This sith, he had to be equal to a Dark Lord!! Such power was wielded only by the upper echelons of the sith order.

Still, Lord Manticore stood his ground. Out of the group of undead, perhaps the Rancor would have proved entertaining, but the creature was better suited to challenge some of the other combatants.

The Jedi, to their credit, had not fled the arena in the face of such dark display of power. Their efforts thus far were notable indeed.

The zabrak felt another tremor in the darkside, and as a result, he witnessed as darkness coalesced near the middle of the pit and transfigured into a gigantic winged monster. Manticore’s fiery eyes flashed as his unlit weapon twirled in his hand. The creature let out a fearsome roar of defiance!

This creature was indeed powerful. He could feel it.

The other undead, he ignored for the moment, as he took a step forward into the fray. Should any of the rot-filled creatures attack, they would be cut-down and instantly sent to whatever abyss they’d crawled out from.

He watched as the towering winged creature extended sinewy ebon-colored hands and began to unleash sweeping arcs of blue lightning upon the combatants.

A stream of scathing electricity approached the sith master, as it wrecked havoc upon a stone wall. Lord Manticore gestured with a gloved hand, calling upon the force to erect a barrier against the winged creature’s onslaught.

To his surprise, his barrier had only mitigated the attack, not nullified it as he expected it would. Small tendrils of electrical energy raced up his arm, shoulder and neck, which spasmed involuntarily for a moment. Smoke rose as he was singed in the process, but this only caused him to smirk. Pain was an old friend, and a nearly negligible thing at that, for it fueled him. But such an attack could compromise his battle prowess. There was no doubt about it, he would have to change his initial approach and tactic.

It appeared the creature was a lot more powerful than even he had anticipated.

“Good.” He rasped as he ignited both ends of his sith weapon.

“A worthy opponent.”

Manticore’s fiery eyes gazed at the winged creature with renewed interest as he dodged and flipped over the following attacks. Streaks of electrical power struck nearby obstacles, obliterating them. His cloak was even burnt in several places.

Getting closer to the creature would take some maneuvering, considering his ranged attack was considerable in might.

“Let’s see what else you can do.”

With decisive suddenness, the sith master rushed forward, dodging and combing his ability of Tutaminis and Force barrier as he closed-in, in an effort to minimize as much of the creature’s powerful effects as possible. With assistance from the Force, Manticore dashed to a flanking position, then leapt high in the air. His weapon was already slashing as he vaulted up and over, aiming for the creature’s exposed wing.

It was a measuring pass.

Depending on the winged creature’s reaction, he would be able to formulate a more informed plan of attack.

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Draconis

Cracks beer. Drinks said beer. Hands one to Cruor. Opens another.

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OCC: I guess i have to join in soon.... just thirsty for now....

 

Darth Cruor

Cracks beer. Drinks said beer. Belches mightily. Goes back to work.

A nearby Jedi stood in awe of sudden appearance of a massive shadow in the form of a demon, his mouth slack and frozen in place. He posed no threat, for now. Another however did. The Zabrak successfully deflected much of the initial lightning barrage, no small feat. Though singed and shaken it did not show outwardly, in fact it only encouraged the warrior.

The red blades of Lord Manticore's lightsaber sprung to life, the glow of the dual blades shrouded him in a hell-like halo. He was not content to stay put however, he charged with great speed and agility allowing him to avoid much of the relentless electrical assault from the shadow. What did come close failed to do any real harm due to some insightful blending of techniques, the result was a protective barrier that shimmered beautifully each time a strand of lightning was neutralized.

Too quickly to follow with the eye the Zabrak dodged to the side, he successfully flanked his adversary before springing into the air. Each move he made was calculated, precise, efficient. The shadows swirled chaotically as the lightsaber struck the intended target, the beings wing seemingly exploded as the shadows were dispersed violently. It cried out in anger, but as suddenly as it had been dispersed the shadow was reabsorbed into the wing once again, the demon's cry of anger turned into a mocking laughter.

It's piercing gaze swept over the room and chilled the blood of those it made eye contact, still laughing as seemingly taunted them by waiting for another attack.

Darth Cruor looked on in anticipation of the battle to come, his creation would test each and every one that found the courage to engage it.

Glances at Draconis. Motions for another.

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IC: Lord Manticore
Rancor Pit

As soon as he landed, he flipped a good distance backwards, in the event that the creature countered with some as-of-yet unseen black appendage, but no such attack came.

Lord Manticore watched his handy work as the creature's wing was severed from its form. It roared in anger, but then it began to emit a sound which sounded like laughter. Manticore frowned at this.

The shadowy wing simply reformed itself and the creature was whole once again.

The zabrak sith master twirled his saber-staff, then huffed in irritation.

It was as he suspected.

Turning his head just so, his fiery gaze was leveled high above the crowded stands. It was a clever trick, but he saw through it. There was only one way to solve the challenge in his mind.

With his free hand, the zabrak gestured, then telekinetically pulled.

The beverage intended for Lord Cruor never reached his hand as it was force pulled all the way down to the arena, finally coming to rest inside Lord Manticore’s waiting grasp.

The zabrak squeezed the can with a gloved hand until its content burst and foamed over. Still looking in the direction of the Sith Lord, he roughly took a swig the tossed the can, discarding it with hardly a care.

The best way of dispelling summoned creatures was to disrupt the concentration of the summoner. That being Darth Cruor in this case.

Lord Manticore, knew the creatures were still around and about, even as he slowly and respectfully nodded to the Sith Lord, then motioned for him to come down.


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Oh it's on. LOL!


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IC: Ananta Chetan

With a swift downward swipe of his ember blade's tip he severed the zombie 3PO's wrist. Waiting for the mechanical fingers to release their grip from his ankle, instead they began to tighten, on their own. His initial grin at the absurdity of the moment turned into a wince as the cyber digits dug deeper into his flesh.

Lifting his blade-free hand he Force-pried the fingers loose and held the golden hand in the air before projecting it across the Pit. As he turned his head in horror to behold the new shadowy nightmare in their midst, he faintly caught sight in his peripheral vision of 'It' scurrying along the floor in search of another victim. As what remained of the protocol droid continued to push upwards through the rocky floor, Ananta with one clean stroke, cleaved it into two halves vertically, watching it crumble in pieces around him.

One of the Sith had engaged the new terrifying conjured creation, but in doing so, had simply revealed that its form was not solid, thus not capable of being injured physically, apparently.Taking a leap of faith across the ancient unspoken boundaries that separate those of the light from the dark, he moved quickly within a couple of sword lengths of the Sith Lord, who still seemed to move with purpose despite his failed attempt. The Jedi Knight then gave him a respectful nod conveying his allied support pending his next move.


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IC: Semajj Nosrep
After finally picking his jaw up from the ground Semajj witnessed some Sith rush forward to attack the new threat, It seemed reckless from his perspective, they had no idea what it was capable of. He didn't expect them to succeed, and indeed he suspected they might receive some casualties in their assault. Waving his stolen crimson blade he backed up, he wanted to learn what he could of this beast before he tried anything foolish. Now the fog had completely dissipated, and the whole arena was within sight. He saw The "king" Wookiee, walking around armless searching for a fight, he saw the Rancor corps lying peacefully defeated face first in the ground, he saw many Jedi and Sith chopping up hundreds of Storm troopers, and he saw Darth Kronos still standing his ground against the Mandalorian. He couldn't tell weather the Sith was toying with it or genuinely struggling. Smirking he thought I would have thought Kronos would have beat it by now, I couldn't do it but I'm just an initiate, he's a dark lord.

But he didn't dwell on it long. He moved past them, and found the two lessor Wookiees forcing a Jedi apprentice into a corner, one with a green blade sticking out its back. The Ongree gave a large toothy grin. Finally I find you. He might not be able to defeat them one on two but they had just unknowingly given him an advantage. He brought his bulky arm around, and with all his force might threw the crimson blade ten meters at the back of the two wookies heads. The hilt past between them, but the arcing blade swiped both large craniums off, before coming to a rest at the startled Padawans feet. Semajj ran up to the slightly older Jedi, a Rodiann, and did a bow. "You owe me one." he joked. And retrieved his own green blade. "Finally, those Sith sabers just don't connect with the force as well as Jedi blades." and he ran forward looking to see the outcome of the Sith assault on the large dark creature.

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IC: Lord Manticore
Rancor Pit

Manticore’s combat senses were heightened and engaged.

Pits such as these once held great terrors for him. He had been but a child, facing monsters that wounded his flesh and left him for dead, or dying, so very long ago, thanks to his cruel Master. But he had conquered the pits, until no creature within it could wound or harm him. He’d slain them all without a shred of compunction and thus, became their master.

Not that he cared to be, or any such thing. In the end, pits held no meaning for him.

Now, his fiery gaze turned ever so slightly as his senses honed on something unusual for him. A jedi approached him.

He sensed focus, calm. A distinct lack of fear. This one had courage..and was wise, for the jedi remained outside of striking range. Manticore found such precautions commendable.

The jedi offered a respectful nod, clearly conveying his intentions.

Manticore understood and returned the respectful nod.

This one must have observed his exchange with the shadow creature, that, and his challenge to its Master.

If so, this Jedi was far braver than he could have imagined any Jedi to be.

Though he did not readily sense overwhelming power exuding from his new ally, the zabrak knew the merits of true courage. He himself could attest to the many times when he had been relatively powerless, and courage coupled with his limitless reserves of anger won the day.

Wether or not that would be enough to succeed against the Sith Lord they were about to face remained to be seen.

Thankfully, all they had to do was break his concentration, which he knew would be easier said than done. In the face of such a fact, he was not entirely against accepting assistance for the sake of this exercise.


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OOC: I'll get a post in tonight for this, was just waiting to see if anyone else jumped in.

 

IC: Lady Kwea Acantha

Silently, she thanked Octavious for coming and aiding her fight against the Wookie. Her left arm was now numb and hung there uselessly and her back was bleeding from the Wookie's swipe.. Looking around the arena while Octavious battled the Wookie, Kwea noticed a new creature that had emerged. It was birdlike but also human. Although terrifying, it was quite beautiful. Shaking her head clear of these thoughts, Kwea turned back around and called on the Force to aid her attacks on the Wookie. She charged it and sliced off its left arm cleanly. Doubling back, she watched as it growled and roared in pain. Making another move, she ran, twisted under its leg that tried to step on her, rose from the ground and used a backhand slash to cut off his left leg. The Wookie fell and while its right leg was in the air, flailing, she took advantage of the moment and sliced that off as well. Kwea savagely beheaded it, using her anger for the pain it had caused her. Sighing in exhaustion, Kwea looked towards the bird-creature and decided this one would be her next target.

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Shadow Creature/Darth Cruor
The gathering of foes was not lost upon the Dark Lord, and his ever wary eye was keen to see the quick exchange between the Sith Lord and a Jedi. Good.

The Shadow Creature flapped it's massive wings once causing dust to fill the air, it flapped again much harder a second time causing stones the size of a Jogan or Starfuit. Though they could cause injury and bruising, it was nothing but a distraction.

Even before the cloud of dust and debris filled the air the immense creature had prepared to unleash his real attack.

Black tendrils of pure malevolence shot forth from the shadows that had made his form, and each had a specific target. Lady Kwea, Lord Manticore, Semajj Nosrep, and Ananta Chetan each were now being hunted by the serpent-like appendages that would deliver a painful and potentially paralyzing wave of energy through the victim. They raced forward as if sentient, tracking and hunting Sith and Jedi alike, even if eluded for a moment they would redirect and strike again.

It mattered not who fell to it's assault, and if others joined in the creature would lash out with even more tendrils of dark power.

Not lost in all the chaos was the deep laughter of the Gen'Dai Battlelord, he enjoyed this game immensely and knew that he had not even begun to see the true ability of those he tested. He hoped to see much more from them all.

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IC: Semajj Nosrep

Semajj stood farther back than the rest, he expected it to be a fine position to watch the carnage, and observe the creatures abilities before planning his own strikes, but he was very wrong. As the creature flew and dust and stones were released in the chaos of the arena Semajj was taken aback, the dust stung his eyes, and a large stone had collided with his chest nocking him back a couple feet, but together these were mere irritants. Sore, the large Ongree fell into the force, trusting it to enhance his instincts. His eye stocks closed, and he allowed the aura guild him.

A moment passed, and another,
swiftly his blade twirled in a strong defensive pattern that was inherent to his form,
he sliced one stone
and another,
and another.

Not again, did any stone collided with him.

But with his focus so on the little distractions he didn't notice the large tendril coming until it was to late. The large serpent wrapped around his lower body, and a severe burning sensation was felt throughout him as it threw the initiate up into the air, it took all the discipline he had not to fall into a panic, and even then he wasn't entirely successful. He grasped his lightsaber tightly fear boiling up, frantically he cut low, intending to strike the tentacle in half.

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IC- Darth Arach

Arach had taken a step toward her next target, but twitched in pain when she put weight on her leg. Hissing through her clenched teeth, she tore a long strip off the bottom of her shirt and quickly bound her thigh, hoping to, at least, stop the bleeding. She looked up just as the arena cleared of fog.

Curious, she scanned the arena and saw the Shadow Creature. Not good.

She saw Manticore attack it and deflect the volly of lightning it had sent in the crowd of both Jedi and Sith.

Seeing the dark tendrils sparked a memory and she used Conceal Essence to completely hide her energy. She traced the dark tendrils back toward the one who had conjured this creature.

Darth Cruor. Of course.

She walked around the edge of the arena, using the Force to find the perfect acoustic spot. When she found it, Arach stood still in that spot and unleashed a terrifying and shrill Force Scream, intending to disrupt the connection.

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IC: Lord Manticore
Rancor Pit

The shadow creature flapped its mighty black wings and caused a blasts of air and dust all around it. The wind gust had become strong enough to lift rocks sizable enough to become missiles. However, this assault was not potent enough to penetrate the zabrak’s force barrier.

Dust,wind and rocks simply bounced harmlessly off Lord Manticore. What was mere sight impaired by a dust cloud to one who possessed force senses.

Manticore recognize the distraction for what it was, but the sudden spike in the darkside, he did not expect.

Suddenly, black tendrils of pure malevolence shot forth from the shadowy creature. Manticore’s fiery gaze recognized this foul and cursed sorcery. The serpentine appendages moved speedily as they sought jedi and sith alike to victimize.

Manticore slashed several tendrils before they reached him, then leapt high in the air and landed atop a pillar. He knew his reprieve would not last very long.

The zabrak glanced at the arena and observed for a moment as Jedi and sith did their best to contend with the new threat, with marginal success.

Another set of sinuous black tendrils whipped about and snapped up to lash him, hissing maliciously as they did so. Manticore leapt once again, barely escaping them, but this time, he leapt in the direction of the one who had called forth all the shadowy nightmares.

Darth Cruor

The vehement zabrak spun his ignited saber staff in a deadly arc as he came down, however, he launched a surprise attack before he reached striking range.

Hearing what could only be another sith attacking with a shrill Force Scream, Manticore took the pain of his fellow sith’s attack, opened his mouth and roared out a bristling cone of fire aimed at Cruor!

It was during this combined force attack, that he brought down his weapon at the conjuring Sith Lord.

If he could get Darth Cruor to focus on him, perhaps the shadowy creatures would disappear once the towering Gen’Dai’s concentration was broken.

He had no illusions that this was a big ‘IF’.


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Draconis
Rancor Pit

Draconis watched as the Zabrak Lord leapt and sprung... vaulting intercepting the beverage aimed for Lord Cruor.

By Jabba's crack! Draconis sneered. His eyes narrowed. Peering down into the pit... Beverage dispensary was crucial to proper hydration.

A massive winged shadow creature emerged in the pit. Draconis' eyes widened gleefully excited about the prospect of destruction and dismemberment of those present.

All manner of Jedi and Sith were engaged, moving about the pit evading... striking... dealing with the horrors about them... a maelstrom of rock rained down on the inhabitants. Followed by dark tendrils reaching out to ensnare those so unlucky to be caught in their death grasp. All of this pale in comparison to the standing Shadow daemon draping the arena. Lords Manticore and Arach moved to disrupted the summoner of the horrors before them... Cruor.

His hand reach back to his sword hilt, but then moved to the cooler beside him... grasping another beverage.

Draconis downed his beverage... still observing the carnage.

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IC: Ananta Chetan

Like Yin and Yang the two warriors charged tenaciously towards the Pit's Conjurer. Slashing away the relentless tentacles that followed close behind, Ananta bared the bone rattling shriek of She-Sith and moments prior the stone storm from the creature's wings by huddling into his cloak while he ran, but with mixed results. He could taste blood in his mouth.

The Dark Lord unleashed a sledge-hammer style overhead attack while he took a moment to ponder what would wisely complement such force as he followed to his side a stride or two behind.

Something unexpected. Something so subtle it would not be noticed, until...

As the Sith Conjurer fully came into view, Ananta deftly raised his hand to one side and focused on the space surrounding the Lord's black boots. Around and above his feet he reached out via the Living Force, feeling the aliveness of the ether that existed there, waiting for the precise moment when his counterpart would strike.

When he would, he would put such pressure down upon those feet that the Conjurer would experience as if he were nailed to the Pit's floor.


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IC: Semajj Nosrep

Semajj was frantic, as the battle continued, and the deadly tentacle continued to wave him in the air, the pain mounted. His species naturally thick hide allowed him to bare the brunt of the pain that would paralyze others, but he felt it nonetheless. His green blade waved in a clumsy in random pattern as terror rose from the young Ongree, until it finally cut through the large tendril. He fell nearly five meters, and was sore all over. I need more training he thought frustrated by the nigh invincible creature. He backed up as the what was left of the tendril recoiled and prepared to strike again. Semajj's robes were in tatters and he was in excruciating pain. He backed up, and sliced it as it struck, but it hardly flinched beyond a mild retreat.

He knew he couldn't keep up with this assault any longer and began a slow retreat towards the edge of the arena. The monsters heinous limb followed him the whole way, striking and retreating occasionally. It clearly thought it had him backed into a corner, but it failed to consider one thing. Using a strong force jump he leapt into the stands, and the crowed scattered as the tentacle attempted to follow, with a flick of the wrist he used the force to repulse it. And limped to the exit. "I had fun my friends, but I intend to leave the arena with my life, this thing is just a little out of my league." He smirked, and did an elaborate bow, before leaving the rancor pit, perhaps he would join in the fray again once he healed, and trained some more, but for now he was just happy to be alive.

 

Mikaboshi

 

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