Events Olympic Dueling Thread: 2016 EUC/SWC Olympics Medals Awarded!

Participants:

The Vanguard -EUC
Mikaboshi -EUC

Moonspun Dragon -SWC
Lady Belligerent -SWC

Keeping it simple here, each fighter will get a total of two bouts. The first bout for each duelist will occur against their team mate (EUC- The Vanguard vs. Mikaboshi, SWC-Moonspun Dragon vs. Lady Belligerent- SWC). The winners of their bouts will face off against one another for the Gold medal (the loser of the Gold medal fight will win the Silver medal). The two losers will face off in the Bronze medal match.

Rules of the match:

1). NO GOD MODDING. Instances of God modding will get you disqualified.
2). All lightsabers are training models which will sting and leave welts, but no dismemberment/permanent injury is allowed.
3). Use of the Force is allowed to augment a Force user's abilities (speed, agility, etc.) but all participants are reminded that this is a lighsaber duel, not a contest of knowledge of the Force. Offensive uses of the Force (Choke, Lightning, push etc.) are not allowed.
4). No other weapons except for the lightsaber are allowed.
5). Any form of lightsaber is allowed, standard, shoto, double blade, light club, lightwhip etc.
6). Each participant is allowed only five (5) posts per bout, so make your actions count.
7). The setting is a plain training hall roughly five meters by five meters in a square layout. The floor is padded, the walls and ceiling are not. There is nothing else in the sparring arena to help or hinder you in your bouts.
8). Bouts will begin with the contestants facing one another, three meters apart.

Our first bout (Order determined by random die roll) will be between our EUCers. The Vanguard and Mikaboshi. Take your places, the floor is yours gentlemen, you may begin at your convenience.

 

Training Hall
With his outer robes still on, The Vanguard ignited the blue training lightsaber.

"I hope you are as ready I am, friend."

He briskly approached Mikaboshi until about 1.5 meters stood between them. Keeping his breathing pattern slow and steady, he lunged forward stretching out his arm to engage his opponent while keeping his front knee bent and his weight evenly balanced to accomodate or dodge any counter-strike. He aimed for the outside shoulder.

 

Training Hall

On the far end of the hall a figure crouched, he was dressed in grey and wore some form of hide armor, over which he wore a dark grey cloak with a hood that concealed his features. As The Vanguard approached Mikaboshi reached up to pull back his hood, long strands of black hair fell before his eyes as his gaze met that of his opponents.

"I hope you are as ready I am, friend." Cordial as always, Mikaboshi smiled as he stood. "As do I." From his other hand could be heard a *snap-hiss* accompanied by the appearance of a deep purple blade.

His opponent's first strike seemed more of a test, as if he was hoping to find his range and test the depth of his own ability. The blow came straight forward from a lunge, the man's footwork impeccable and his balance steady, it was clear he was prepared for a counter-strike. Mikaboshi waved his blade upward in a fan-like motion, his speed and agility amplified by the force, and attempted to slap the attack to the side, then just as quickly reversed his blade's motion and brought it back toward the head of The Vanguard.

Tag: The Vanguard

Post: 1

 

Training Hall

His opponent was one of the most experienced duelists he had encoutered and his thoughts drifted as a small part of him wished he could just watch and take notes.
With a loud smack, Mikaboshi brought those wandering thoughts right back to the moment as he derailed the lunge attack. The Vanguard's lightsaber was batted up and outward, like an annoying fly. He was fast and well prepapared. Reversing his blade from the deflection, Mikaboshi brought down a cut swiftly aimed at The Vanguard's head.

The Vanguard bounced his weight back onto his support leg and pulled in his lightsaber from it's previous position. Bringing the blade horizontally across his body and upward, he used the bottom third portion of his blade to catch the downward attack of his opponent. As he caught the attack instead of pushing off he simultaneouly angled his own blade towards the ground while taking a small diagonal step towards Mikaboshi's right side. The crackling of the lightsabers intensified the moment. He was close enough to smell the hide armor that clad his opponenent.

Taking advantage of the close proximity, The Vanguard thrust his elbow straight for Mikaboshi's jawline in an attempt to stun him and open his guard.

TAG Mikaboshi

Post: 2

 

Training Hall

There was a moment when Mikaboshi could feel his attack press his opponent backward, but the masterful footwork of The Vanguard foreshadowed his swift recovery and ability to position himself for a powerful counter attack, but the swordsman in grey as ready.

He immediately felt his opponents movement shift towards his right, and as the two men stood close with their lightsabers crackling Mikaboshi made his move, in an instant his purple blade disappeared as he simultaneously ducked forward and quickly rolled to The Vanguard's right and well under the crushing elbow intended for his jaw.

If his grasp of momentum was correct that would leave The Vanguard off balance, with any luck the sudden loss of his blade as resistance coupled with the force of the thrusting elbow should send him stumbling. Keeping awareness on his opponent, Mikaboshi came out of the roll, directly up to his feet, and quickly turned to once again face his opponent.

With his lightsaber still off he waited for The Vanguard's next move.

Tag: The Vanguard

Post: 2

 

Everything was moving in fluid motion now, both combatants pulling from the force - controlling it to enhance their reflexes and agility to gain the upper hand in the contest.

The Vanguard was familiar with close quarter combat and favored being on the offensive, a weakness on his part. He believed he had his opponent in check and within an instant Mikaboshi was out of range and on the move, rolling underneath his elbow swing and away from his lightsaber. Being committed to the attack, inertia took him off track as he stumbled forward. He kept his emotions in check - not wanting to betray himself and lose the battle within his own mind before the duel was over. Regaining his balance while twirling his lightsaber to keep his hands from gripping the weapon too tight, he turned to face his opponent who was coming out of his role dodge.

His breaths were shorter now as he moved again, steady and smooth towards his opponent who had yet to re-activate his deep purple lightsaber. This time The Vanguard took a two-handed cut from left to right, edging the weight of his stance slightly forward while churning power and energy from his legs and twisting his hips and shoulders to deliver a power blow at Mikaboshi's mid-lower section of his body.

TAG: Mikaboshi

Post: 3

 

Training Hall

There was a sensation of being alive in this moment, Mikaboshi was enjoying the challenge presented by The Vanguard. His opponent recovered quickly and continued to apply pressure, his aggressive tactics complimented Mikaboshi's preference for defense.

Vanguard's intent was not hidden, the moment the Vanguard gripped his lightsaber with two hands in preparation for a powerful strike Mikaboshi did the same. Even as the purple blade was coming to life it was in motion to block the left to right cut. The two blades clashed together in a riot of sparks and crackling, but the blow was strong enough to force the Grey Jedi to brace himself.

Once sure of his footing he struck forward with a front kick to the forward knee of The Vanguard, maybe he could reduce the mobility of his adversary and slow him down.

Tag: The Vanguard

Post: 3

 

Tranining Hall

The temperature started to rise in the square from heat that emitted from the lightsabers and bodies of the contestants as they exerted themselves. Sweat was a good sign of effort as it dripped down the side of his face and down his neck. He kept putting the pressure on Mikaboshi to find a weakness. Elusive and quick, his opponent blocked the power cut driven at the right side of his body. The saber-lock that ensued crackled and popped with bright flashes of light revealing his The Grey Jedi's face that was shrouded in his long black hair.

The Vanguard pressed his attack, waiting for the elusive veteran to sweep out. Instead, the Duelist thrust his forward leg with precision and agility straight at Vanguard's front knee. Seeing the wind up for the kick but unable to dodge in time, he received the blow directly on his lower quad muscle above the knee as he swung his leg back and rotated his stance. He grimaced as the pain of the strike shot through his body and into his brain. Sensing the Force but being distracted by the pain, he took a defensive stance with his lightsaber on guard; hilt up with the blade running down aimed at the ground. He focused his attention on Mikaboshi and waited for the next movement.

TAG: Mikaboshi

Post: 4

 

Training Hall

His boot landed hard on the quad of The Vanguard and the pain it caused was visible, Mikaboshi took that as a sign to shift momentum and press the attack. His opponent sensed what was coming and had already taken a defensive stance, his lightsaber in the forefront ready to intercept incoming attacks.

The grey cloaked ranger would put that to the test.

He silenced his mind and allowed the Force to guide his actions, his body responded. His feet glided just over the surface of the floor moving him forward smoothly and with great ability to maneuver in all directions, it was an ancient technique passed down from master to apprentice for centuries. He had both hands upon the lightsaber hilt, the purple blade hummed as it waited for the inevitable clash.

Suddenly the blade flicked forward, tapping his opponents blade, then retracting just as quickly to the original defensive position. Their blades hissed and crackled as the touched, but there was little power behind the swing.

Just speed.

A master requires little strength, Mikaboshi viewed the superior assets to be precision and speed.
The purple blade darted forward again, like a snake striking, once again touching The Vanguard's blade. This time instead of coming back to a defensive position Mikaboshi directed his blade into a second viper-like strike, this one aimed at The Vanguard's already injured leg.
A weakness had been exposed, he intended to take advantage of it if possible.
Tag: The Vanguard

Post: 4

 

Training Hall

Fighting to keep his bearing and now being on the defensive, The Vanguard struggled to block out the now-dull pain eminating from his leg. He stood his ground, ready for the Grey Jedi to advance. He watched as the Force slightly lifted his opponent to a hover above the ground as he began to glide forward effortlessly. He had never seen the Force used in such a manner; a show of power that was both spectacular and alarming at the same time. The Vanguard quickly re-assessed the angle adjustment as Mikaboshi approached with his lightsaber at the forefront.

Within a flash the deep purple lightsaber was upon The Vanguard's defensive grip with a simple and straightforward beat, to which he was able to meet his blade. The taunting snap that was quickly given was quickly retracted.
Such speed he thought to himself. If this kept up, he would only be able to ward off Mikaboshi's quick-strikes for so long.

Several moments had passed as he was finally able to mentally supress the pain in his leg; his thoughts and energies surged to focus as he gathered the Force.

Almost immediately Mikaboshi struck again with another straightforward beat, only this time instead of retracting he attacked again with a serpent-like strike that was intented for The Vanguard's bruised leg. Keeping his grip nimble but firm he rotated his lightsaber just in time to block the attack. Without hesitating he mustered one final counter towards the Grey combatant by swinging his lightsaber in an uppercut motion to try to make Mikaboshi move laterally or block. Either response would give his angle a favorable low cut to his opponent's elevated legs.

Having to protect his injured leg by rotating his stance, The Vanguard's right handed uppercut was calculated yet risky, as he left his backside exposed.

He had to take the chance and he was committed to it.

TAG: Mikaboshi

Post: 5

 

Training Hall

The Vanguard's blade rotated deftly, just in time to intercept the attack directed at his injured leg. Without pause he redirected his lightsaber into an upward strike, Mikaboshi had no choice but to peddle backwards quickly, his feet moved with force enhanced speed, he escaped immediate danger but left himself exposed.

There was an opening however, his opponent was exposed.

The grey swordsman had a choice. Go for an almost assured strike, yet possibly be hit in doing so? Or play it safe?

Dueling was a matter of survival, he would not take the chance. Rather than attempting to score a hit on his opponent he maneuvered his blade to defend, a purple blur was all that could be seen as it deflected The Vanguard's lightsaber.

He continued to move backward several steps until finally he stopped, and switched his lightsaber off. Sweat ran from his forehead and his breath quickened slightly, Mikaboshi shot The Vanguard a grin, and a nod.

Next time they fought, Mikaboshi hoped it was as allies.

Tag: The Vanguard Bardan_Jusik

Post: 5

 

The Mandalorian referee stepped in between the two combatants, keeping them apart as their bout came to a close. This was not so very different than a battle circle he thought to himself as the two acknowledged one another. It had been a fine battle, fought with honor. Now though, they had to await the judging.

 

The Mandalorian watched and waited as the scorecards scrolled privately across the HUD in his buy'ce. The results were in, and now a winner would be declared.

"Mando'ade and aruetiise, we have a victor." He paused for dramatic effect, and to acknowledge that to him both of these valiant combatants were winners for having the courage to step into the ring. But there could be only one victor. "In a split decision, The Vanguard has triumphed!" He raised the hand of the relative newcomer into the air. "The Vangurd will take on the winner of our next bout for the Gold Medal, but we have not seen the end of Mikaboshi just yet. He will fight for honor and glory in the bronze medal match against the loser of our next battle."

"Now, will Moonspun Dragon and Lady Belligerent please step forward to begin the their fight." He cleared the sparring floor of the other two. "Ladies, the floor is yours, you may begin at your convenience."

The Mandalorian waited until Moonspun Dragon and Lady Belligerent took their places before moving off to the side and out of their way. Just as the first fight had been, he had a feeling that this would be an excellent contest.

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On to the Gold Medal Round: The Vanguard
On to the Bronze Medal Round: Mikaboshi

 

Well fought Mikaboshi !

 

Training Hall

Moonspun Dragon entered the hall slowly. She knew her opponent was already here waiting.

Excitement coursed through her veins. This was a battle she had been waiting for, since their final trial. Lady Belligerent was a very skilled opponent. Moonspun knew she would be hard to beat.

She reached her place and relaxed into a defenseive pose. She offered a grin to Lady Belligerent, while she ignited her training blade. "This is going to be fun, Bell."

Tag: Lady Belligerent

 

Training Hall

Bellorum ignited her own blade. "I agree, my friend."

She, too, assumed her stance, then looked over Moonspun's shoulder, "Ack!! Spider!!" She shouted just before leaping to attack her opponent.

Moonspun, somewhat startled, quickly rolled to the side, out of the way of the potential spider and her rival.

She came up with an upward swipe at Bellorum's left arm, hoping to disable it. "

Is it a pretty spider?" Moonspun asked, her voice was taunting, though her eyes were teasing.

She swiped with her training saber again, this time at her opponent's legs.

Tag: Lady Belligerent

Post: 2

 

Training Hall

Moonspun kept an eye on her opponent's leap. At the same time, she danced backwards as Belligerent made blows at her knees.

"Maybe we could use it's curled up corpse as decoration?" She used the Force to help leap over her opponent's head. She threw a flurry of blows at Belligerent's back. "Provided the body's big enough."

She grinned.

TAG: Lady Belligerent

#3

 

Training Hall

Moonspun laughed while handspringing backward, both avoiding the blow and bringing her foot hopefully in contact with Belligerent's sword wrist.

When she straightened, she summersaulted back in range with her opponent and jabbed at her, exposed side. "Or hollow out the body cavity and use it as a glittering lamp." Another slash. "Or something."

She dances back out of reach.

Tag: Lady Belligerent

#4

 

Training Hall

Moonspun's expression crumpled into mock sadness. "Why kill Rex? What did he ever do to you? He had dreams of being the first of his kind to reach the top of the water spout while it was raining."

She lifted her gaze off the crushed spider just in time to see her opponent's expression go from smirk to rage, in the blink of an eye. "Sooran, shab!" she bellowed.

Startled, Moonspun became serious and said in memacing growl, "Fine. If that's how tou want to play.... Bring it on."

As Belligerent swung, Moonspun either danced completly out of the way, or caught the blows on her own blade, using the Force to heighten her speed when necessary. She was waiting.

Finally seeing her opportunity, Moonspun slid underneath Belligerent's blade, her foot aiming to connect hard with her opponent's ankle. Hopefully knocking her to the ground, Moonspun quickly stood, her seriousness disappering. "I can't believe you don't want a spider lamp."

Tag: Lady Belligerent

#5

 

The Mandalorian referee once again stepped in between the two combatants, keeping them apart as their bout came to a close. As the first battle had been fought with honor and distinction, so too had this battle. Now they had the await the decision of the judges...