Star Wars RPF Lightsaber Combat thread

IC: Darth Haretisch -- Sith Temple, Courtyard

A throaty laugh sounded behind the Sithspawn - and if he turned he would see the likeness of the statue he had just defaced. The sallow countenance of the Night Herald was there, eyes alive and burning into the aberration which was once a Wookiee with sadistic mirth.

"I should thank you," he started, his voice low, "for doing away with that... insult." His eyes flicked to the broken statue. "Those who are great stand as statues unto themselves, do they not?"

Beneath the veil of his cape, the Night Herald's fingers rest on the leather of his lightsaber hilt, ready to draw but without betraying a posture suited to combat. He would appear relaxed. His force aura swelled, however, pushing against that of the beast, as if threatening to swallow him whole.

"If it was your aim to issue a challenge..." he smiled, "then here I am."

TAG: WookieeRage

OOC: Let's do this right then, shall we? Three judges, five rounds of replies, you get first move. You may select two of the judges yourself. For my part, I tap QueenSabe7 to serve as one of the three.

 

IC: Francium

For a brief moment, Francium was stunned. He had expected a backlash of pure anger for yelling at his master, yet the laughter was much more unexpected and terrifying. Then, the apprentice saw a few figures, followed by the slitting of a woman's throat and a young man's cry for help. A wave of emotions flowed over him, and he wasn't sure what to do.

He heard a lightsaber ignite, and was thrust back into protecting himself. Luckily for him, his time standing still had allowed him to rest himself, so he was even more prepared than before. He backed away from his master, parrying strike after strike, occasionally launching a counterstrike. All the while, his mind kept returning to the vision, and his emotions grew and grew. He began to feel even more power surge through him, as if he had unlocked the next level of the pool of energy he had discovered before. His deflections and strikes became smoother and smoother, and he became more and more confident in his ability to control his own anger and focus it in a single area.

Nevertheless, his master was still winning. Francium pondered if he should use trickery once more, but decided that his master would be ready for it this time around. Instead, he decided to attempt what his master had done at the beginning of the duel. He reached into the force and threw a massive wave of energy at his master, attempting to stop his master's onslaught and allow Francium back onto the offensive, which was much easier for the Form IV and Form VII: Vaapad practitioner.

Tag: Isley_27

 

IC: Francium

For a brief moment, Francium was stunned. He had expected a backlash of pure anger for yelling at his master, yet the laughter was much more unexpected and terrifying. Then, the apprentice saw a few figures, followed by the slitting of a woman's throat and a young man's cry for help. A wave of emotions flowed over him, and he wasn't sure what to do.

He heard a lightsaber ignite, and was thrust back into protecting himself. Luckily for him, his time standing still had allowed him to rest himself, so he was even more prepared than before. He backed away from his master, parrying strike after strike, occasionally launching a counterstrike. All the while, his mind kept returning to the vision, and his emotions grew and grew. He began to feel even more power surge through him, as if he had unlocked the next level of the pool of energy he had discovered before. His deflections and strikes became smoother and smoother, and he became more and more confident in his ability to control his own anger and focus it in a single area.

Nevertheless, his master was still winning. Francium pondered if he should use trickery once more, but decided that his master would be ready for it this time around. Instead, he decided to attempt what his master had done at the beginning of the duel. He reached into the force and threw a massive wave of energy at his master, attempting to stop his master's onslaught and allow Francium back onto the offensive, which was much easier for the Form IV and Form VII: Vaapad practitioner.

Tag: Isley_27

OOC: Apologies for the DP. Computer lagged

 

IC: Titus Fenton
Temple of Light, Training Courtyard

Titus allowed Junko to step back and take a defensive position. His last hit had thrown her of balance for a second but she had managed to stabilize herself quickly. Now she faced him again her blade ready to deflect his attacks. She had a good stand and was prepared to deflect any attacks he could use against her, so Titus decided to use a feint to test her reactions.

Stepping forward Titus closed the distance she had created between them and started a new attack. Going down on a knee for a moment he pretended a low swing of his blade, aiming for her legs. Only to rise to his feet again a moment later, attacking Junko again with a quick attack. This time opening with a hit from the left followed by one from the right.

TAG: Loth-cat

 

IC: Darth Alva

He's technique is improving. Alva thought as each blow was met. He could sense his apprentice finally channeling his anger, instead of swinging it wildly like a mad rancor. Brute strength had it's purposes though, after all Francium did possess more muscle mass than his master. Evident by the fact that each strike Alva blocked had power behind it.

The arena was still pitch-black from before. The moving blades glowed and flashed, making Francium and Alva look like two red shaded siloqutte figures shifting, twisting, and turning to the dance of battle. Right in the middle of Alva's next swing, he felt a surge of power quickly building up from his apprentice to which a second later had unleash it! The wave of kinetic energy made Alva stagger several meters backwards. He would have fallen to the ground had he not spun away with the momentum of the push. Now for a second time, Alva had lost ground against his apprentice. He was a fierce combatant, there was no doubt about that and he learned how to adapt to a situation rather quickly. He began clapping slowly, though due to the darkness Francium wouldn't have seen this had it not been for the doubled blades of his weapon rocking to and fro, and of course the sound of him clapping. "You've done well, Francium. I'm impressed! I think it's time for the final lesson. Toss your lightsaber away, now!"

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IC: Darth Francium

Once again, Francium hadn't expected his tactic to work, but yet again, it did. He was surprised at the ease by which he was able to push back his Master, and immediately filed the thought in his brain for a later time. He felt as though he was gaining the upper hand finally, until he heard his master clapping. It was a sinister, slow clap, showing no sign of struggle for his master. Francium once again felt uneasy about the situation. Then, his master told him to throw the saber down. Francium wasn't sure how to feel about that, as he was becoming more and more comfortable with his saber, and didn't want to lose his best way to fight back. But he did as he was told, throwing his saber aside. His master did the same, and once again they were shrouded in darkness. He waited patiently for his Master's next instructions.

Tag Isley_27

 

IC: Darth Alva

Alva saw the red blade of Francium's saber vanish. Followed by the hilt clanking and skidding on the floor as he threw it somewhere to be lost in the shadows. "Now let's see where your trust lies, in your eyes or in the force -"

If Francium was listening, he would hear a distinct sound. Two faint sounds of metal, being...unsheathed. Then the sound someone running, Alva was charging at Francium armed, not with a lightsaber, but two vibro-daggers! Reaching out to sense his apprentice, he began jabbing the sharp daggers at Francium. Some strikes aimmed at his face, some to his stomach and abdomen. While others were an attempt to make cuts and gashes to arms and legs. Now the fight had become a hand to hand confrontation for the apprentice, in the dark.

Quinlan Vos

 

IC: Darth Francium

As unsettling as the darkness was, the sound of blades scrapping out of a sheath was tenfold. Francium heard running, then felt blood running down his arm and face. To any other person, this would have incapacitated them, but Francium was renowned for his ability to take a hit and remain in the fight. And fight he did. Francium had grown up in the streets of Kiffu after his mothers passing, so hand-to-hand dueling came naturally to him. The apprentice was well-known on the streets he was raised on as the one person to not pick a fight with unless you had 5 others backing you up, and even then, it ended in a draw. This was where Francium was most comfortable, but the darkness wasn't helping him fight back one bit.

The young apprentice began to reach into the force, finding his masters presence this time, as Alva's quick change of pace to put Francium on the defense gave him no time to hide himself. Francium began to do what he had always done, and never lost at. He dodged, punched, sidestepped, kicked, and twirled about, a magnificent show of grace and balance magnified by the force on display, rarely seen in a man of his stature. Francium knew this was something he could win at, so he turned the tide back against his master, angry and upset for the sudden attack that wounded him.

As muscle memory kicked into effect, Francium began to taunt his master, hurling minor insults and even giving Alva tips on how to better strike at his opponent. The student was the master in this form of fighting, and his strength and abilities were finally displayed when Francium intercepted a downward strike from Alva, bringing the duel to a standstill as the apprentice held his masters wrists, effectively holding him in check.

Tag Isley_27

 

IC: Darth Alva
OOC: Think we'll call it here, I've seen what I wanted to see. Good work!

So far the apprentice didn't get cut or stabbed. This was pleasing to seeing, or not see based on the circumstances. Seemed as if Francium was a brawler too, experienced in fighting at close range. To top it all off, he even attempted to the strategy of Dun Möch.Trying to break Alva's concentration and teach the master how to fight. This would be a mistake....

Like Francium, Alva was a bit of a fighter himself. Though Francium had the strength and skill in this area, Alva had the speed and experience. The master never batted an eye at the apprentices' "helpful suggestions". He dueled with much more poweful Sith apprentices, a Jedi knight, a force-sensitive cyborg abomination, and even lead a squad of the Night Herald's Death Troopers to success when they were severely outnumber. The apprentice was about to learn the cold, ancient old truth. Never underestimate an opponent, especially a master. However it did surprise Alva a bit that Francium was able to grab hold of his wrist and end the dagger flurries.

So they stood. The pointed ends inches away from Francium as he held them back. ".....You think you've won? Bested me? You haven't.." Alva veered his arms to the side and forcefully headbutted his apprentice. The impact would break Francium's nose, and both combatants would shoot backwards. The irony was that Francium literally had a hard head. While he would suffer from a broken nose, Alva felt a warm streams of blood running from his forehead, down to his cheek. As Francium would recover from the stagger, he would see the red tip of a lightsaber blade dangerously close to his face.

"Don't ever get cocky or automatically assume you have upper hand apprentice. In the future, you could be pitted against far more beings than me. Be on your guard always until you absolutely know you have destroyed your rival, and I can assure you a rival will appear sooner or later." His thoughts soon turned to Grievance Vexx and Aryan Graul. "Return to the temple at once."

Tag Quinlan Vos
OOC: You can rely to this if you'd like.

 

IC: Darth Francium

Francium's nose hurt, but he knew his master would be hurting as well, as the apprentices head was rock-solid. After all, nobody wins a head-butt. Suddenly, a saber blazed to life, the tip inches from his face. Francium thought he had gone to far, but his master proceeded to retract the blade and tell his apprentice to return to the temple. Francium took note of the advice, took a moment to use the force to lessen the pain in his nose, and took off after his master, headed back to the grand Temple of the Sith.

Tag Isley_27
OOC: Do I need to tag you if it's the end of the duel?

 

IC: Darth Ravenous (Sith Spawn.)

The sheer power of the Night Herald took the Marauder by surprise. It was more than he anticipated, but he knew he was ready to squelch the human's reign. Haretisch's aura pushed against Ravenous but he was able to cleanse the area around him by focusing on pure rage, the aura refracted from around the two Sith and caused a low rumble; shaking dust from the ancient landscape.

Ravenous scoffed at the pampered remarks the Night Herald made as he turned to face him. The Sith Spawn dropped the cloak from his shoulders with veiled his grotesque tenticles that extended off his back. His unarmed hand reached at his belt which had his other saber and flicked it to life, this blade, his newer creation to accompany the ornate saber he found in the Tombs of Moraband.

"It will be satisfying fulfilling the fate of this statue on its' inspiration!"

The beast flexed a tenticle to life, grasping the fallen statue around the neck before hurling the stone monolith at the Night Herald. Ravenous followed it up by launching himself upward into the air to close the distance between the two; guessing the outcome of Haretisch's dodge from the statue. He came down with a powerful right handed overhead cleave, which would slice the Night Herald in two if he couldn't defend against it. If he moved away from the statue in an unexpected way, Ravenous would be ready to defend against a parry.

TAG: Darth_wanderguard

OOC: It seems I agree with this, I nominate Lady Belligerent and dragonsith13 as the remaining judges if they would accept?

 

OOC: 1/5

IC: Darth Haretisch -- Sith Temple

"It will be satisfying fulfilling the fate of this statue on its inspiration!"

And so it began. All humor and civility was gone from the Night Herald in an instant. His lightsaber sprung to life in his left hand, unveiled as he threw his cape back. Armor of white plasteel shone in the orange light of the waning sun.

The remains of the felled statue had been hurled toward him, flung from the grip of a grotesque appendage sprouting from the High Lord's back. The Wookiee had leapt to follow in its wake, poised to slam into his smaller opponent with one of two blades.

Haretisch's lips curled into a snarl as he took flight of his own accord, launching up and forward to cut off the attack, to meet the Wookiee in midair as the statue sailed past where he had stood only a moment prior.

Going airborne had been a mistake for Lord Ravenous. Haretisch was long of limb by most standards, but not approaching the Wookiee in that regard. Arms and legs like tree branches were an advantage at a distance, and on the ground where it could be controlled, but in the air where chaos ruled and every square inch of flesh multiplied one's risk of being bitten by a lightsaber blade, height was no blessing. And Haretisch was a master of Ataru - fighting in and from the air was second nature to him. He need not even think, only act.

As the two crossed paths above the ground, two quick parries sent each of the Wookiee's blades just wide enough to be avoided. In the same fluid motion, the Night Herald twisted, redirecting his upward momentum to push forward instead, and send him over the Wookiee's head and behind. Then just as he would shift from ascent to descent, he similarly did so from defense to attack. He brought his lightsaber down, forcefully carried by the momentum of his fall, and aimed to sever as many tentacles from the Wookiee's back as he could manage in a single swoop.

He landed gracefully, cushioned by the force, and rolled one shoulder. He was still limbering up.

TAG: WookieeRage, dragonsith13, QueenSabe7, Lady Belligerent

 

IC: Junko Machi
Light Temple Training Courtyard

Master Fenton moved forward, beginning to kneel and swing at Junko's legs. Junko frowned slightly to herself, instinctively not moving to block the hit. Sure enough, her master was up again in an instant, attempting to strike her on both sides. Junko wasn't sure what had tipped her off. Perhaps the slight glint of mirth in her master's eye right before he kneeled? Or something about the way he performed the motion? Maybe it had just been the guidance of the Force. That was something to contemplate for later, however. At the moment, she was busy.
Junko had been ready for the first hit on her left. Her stance was strong and she easily angled her lightsaber in front of her left side to block the blow.
The second hit, however, she had not anticipated. Thankfully, Master Fenton had not put much power into the attack, so the lightsaber just barely grazed her right upper arm. It was still enough to break skin and cause pain. Junko yelped, reacting to the pain with a leap backward, awkwardly holding her still-ignited lightsaber with her right hand, her left hand clapped to the small wound. She realized suddenly that this was her first lightsaber injury. She grinned, momentarily distracted, and then immediately winced again.
Do we time out? She wondered tentatively. Obviously in a real duel there was no such thing, but if a Padawan was injured in training, did that warrant a pause? Although, to be fair, she wasn't sure that her shallow burn, though painful, would warrant a stop, even in her first training duel.
It also occurred to her that this was the moment at which her master was the most likely to be distracted in this sparring match. Junko's competitive nature couldn't pass that up.
She charged, ignoring the pain in her right arm, and took a short slash at his hands, hoping to disarm.

TAG: Anedon

 

OOC: 1 of 5

IC: Darth Ravenous (Sith Spawn)

Sith Temple...

The Night Herald avoided the projectile as the Beast predicted. The latter reaction however threw him off and the smaller frame of the Human wound around Ravenous. The Beast avoided the blades from ahead of him but was not quick enough to defend his back. The Night Herald's cleave landed on the right backside of Ravenous, detaching two appendages immediately. Darth Ravenous tumbled midair and 'half-rightened' himself enough to skid on his hands and knees away from Haretisch.

The primal instincts of the Sith-Spawn immediately sensed the presence of an unwary slave of the Temple just meters away, sweeping death sticks from the terrace plaza no less. Ravenous outstretched his hand, snapping the poor fool through the Force to it. He used his fangs to tear into the soft neck area which displayed a wonderful crimson mist and immediately felt his tenticles regenerating. He punched the ground twice and rose to his feet again before flexing his aura with a brawny pose; It was pure hatred. Once again opting for one saber, he snapped the Newly crafted blade to life and let loose a sinister grin as his body regenerated right in front of Haretisch. He readied his saber and the sharp spear-like tenticles that lined his back and gritted,

"This curse you laid upon me will be your downfall, Night Herald. I only wish to show what power you can never control. Come, let's see if you can kill an immortal!"

His immortality came with a price however, one that was controlled by a taste for flesh and one that could be controlled as his power came from the consumption of live flesh.

With a twirl of the singled gripped saber, the Sith Spawn charged ahead. He sweeps his two right; Now regenerated tenticles, low at the feet of the Night Herald while simultaneously flipping his grip to a single-handed, downward, overhead thrust, hoping to stab the Human's downed body, or his adjusted position after dodging. He kept a reserved hand for his second saber.

TAG: Darth_wanderguard

 

Draconis

Materializing from what seemed to be shadow, 'I've brought refreshments.' The dark assassin places a bottle of Apothic Red, a six pack of Ziost Death Ciders, and a six pack Bad Sith IPAs down on one of the tables in the Emperor's box. Leaning back with one of the IPAs has he glaces down and begins to watch.

Sinrebirth QueenSabe7 Lady Belligerent WookieeRage Darth_wanderguard

 

IC: Titus Fenton
Temple of the Light, Training Courtyard

Titus was impressed on how easily Junko had saw through his bluff. Have I become predictable? Or does she just know he too well by now? He continued his attack, Junko easily blocked his attack on her left but she didn´t expected his second hit towards her right. His blade touched her arm for a moment and Titus immediately pulled his blade away, thankful that he hadn´t put much strength in the attack. In a real fight, he knew, he would probably cut of her arm.

Junko yelped and jumped back, her left hand clapped on the wound. Titus lowered his blade, for a moment he forgot about the duel and reached out to his apprentice. He wanted to apologize, to call for a timeout, as she suddenly jumped at him, her lightsaber aiming for his hands. Titus was surprised but at the same time was impressed by her determination. She fights on despite the pain. In the next moment pain floated through his right hand as Junko´s lightsaber touched it for a moment. Titus suppressed a yelp and his lightsaber left his grip.

Jumping back he brought a small distance between himself and his apprentice while reaching out with his left hand, pulling his lightsaber back to him. He threw a quick look at his right hand. The burns were mostly superficial, Junko was careful with her blade as well, but painful and he wouldn´t be able to use his right hand for most of the fight.

Thankful that the Jedi had taught him how to fight with his left hand nearly as well as with his right hand Titus entered a defensive stance, holding his blade diagonal in front of his body. Hoping to gain a few seconds to regain his concentration. His right hand send waves of pain through his arm, but at the same time Titus felt proud over his padawans success.

TAG: Loth-cat

 

OOC: 2/5 (next reply by Wookiee will be beginning of round 3.

IC: Darth Haretisch -- Sith Temple

A pair of writhing, disembodied tentacles fell at the Night Herald's feet, scorch marks shown where they had been severed from Ravenous' hide. With a sneer, Haretisch planted his boot on one to feel the wet squelch it made, and immolated them both. They shuddered - as if pained by the fire - and writhed more quickly for a moment for gradually coming to a stop as they died.

Ravenous, for his part, had regained his footing and even managed to regenerate the lost tentacles by dining on a nearby servant. Perhaps dining was too delicate a word.

"This curse you laid upon me will be your downfall, Night Herald," the beast growled. "I only wish to show what power you can never control. Come, let's see if you can kill an immortal!"

"If I willed it, Lord Ravenous, you would already be dead," he responded. "This is survival for you my friend, and only child's play for me. Hunting Sithspawn is mere sport."

When Ravenous once again charged forward, this time he attacked both with tentacle and with lightsaber. His intention was clear - to sweep the legs from under his opponent and skewer him where he lay. But as the tentacles struck, Ravenous would find instead that they had stuck.

In preparation for the attack, the Night Herald had once again sought to do the unexpected. And so, instead of dodging, or sparing his blade to attack the tentacles and leave the thrust coming from overhead undefended, he simply forced his energy downward, and locked himself to the floor so that when the tentacles found their mark, they slammed into his ankles with force and then wrapped around, where he then focused on keeping them in place. Shuddering from the hardness of the impact, and lingering on the dull ache in his ankles which radiated instantly upward through the whole of his legs, he nevertheless raised his saber to defend, caught Ravenous' blade, and redirected enough of it forward so that it would embed in the ground in front of him. Caught in a bladelock with a mutant Wookiee in close range was not the best position to be in, tactically, and so he acted quickly, pivoting at the hips and snapping one hand forward over his blade to meet Ravenous square in the chest with a vertical fist. With his feet still locked in place, his legs, hips, torso, arm, and fist would form a perfect solid bridge from the ground to Ravenous' sternum as he subtly moved his entire body forward into the attack. In the same instant, he released his grip on the tentacles and instead pushed his energy forward and into Ravenous, with fist acting as spearhead.

TAG: WookieeRage, Lady Belligerent, dragonsith13, QueenSabe7, Sinrebirth

 

OOC: 2/5 (next reply by Wookiee will be beginning of round 3.

IC: Darth Haretisch -- Sith Temple

A pair of writhing, disembodied tentacles fell at the Night Herald's feet, scorch marks shown where they had been severed from Ravenous' hide. With a sneer, Haretisch planted his boot on one to feel the wet squelch it made, and immolated them both. They shuddered - as if pained by the fire - and writhed more quickly for a moment for gradually coming to a stop as they died.

Ravenous, for his part, had regained his footing and even managed to regenerate the lost tentacles by dining on a nearby servant. Perhaps dining was too delicate a word.

"This curse you laid upon me will be your downfall, Night Herald," the beast growled. "I only wish to show what power you can never control. Come, let's see if you can kill an immortal!"

"If I willed it, Lord Ravenous, you would already be dead," he responded. "This is survival for you my friend, and only child's play for me. Hunting Sithspawn is mere sport."

When Ravenous once again charged forward, this time he attacked both with tentacle and with lightsaber. His intention was clear - to sweep the legs from under his opponent and skewer him where he lay. But as the tentacles struck, Ravenous would find instead that they had stuck.

In preparation for the attack, the Night Herald had once again sought to do the unexpected. And so, instead of dodging, or sparing his blade to attack the tentacles and leave the thrust coming from overhead undefended, he simply forced his energy downward, and locked himself to the floor so that when the tentacles found their mark, they slammed into his ankles with force and then wrapped around, where he then focused on keeping them in place. Shuddering from the hardness of the impact, and lingering on the dull ache in his ankles which radiated instantly upward through the whole of his legs, he nevertheless raised his saber to defend, caught Ravenous' blade, and redirected enough of it forward so that it would embed in the ground in front of him. Caught in a bladelock with a mutant Wookiee in close range was not the best position to be in, tactically, and so he acted quickly, pivoting at the hips and snapping one hand forward over his blade to meet Ravenous square in the chest with a vertical fist. With his feet still locked in place, his legs, hips, torso, arm, and fist would form a perfect solid bridge from the ground to Ravenous' sternum as he subtly moved his entire body forward into the attack. In the same instant, he released his grip on the tentacles and instead pushed his energy forward and into Ravenous, with fist acting as spearhead.

TAG: WookieeRage, Lady Belligerent, dragonsith13, QueenSabe7, Sinrebirth

 

OOC: 2/5 (next reply by Wookiee will be beginning of round 3)

IC: Darth Haretisch -- Sith Temple

A pair of writhing, disembodied tentacles fell at the Night Herald's feet, scorch marks shown where they had been severed from Ravenous' hide. With a sneer, Haretisch planted his boot on one to feel the wet squelch it made, and immolated them both. They shuddered - as if pained by the fire - and writhed more quickly for a moment before gradually coming to a stop as they died.

Ravenous, for his part, had regained his footing and even managed to regenerate the lost tentacles by dining on a nearby servant. Perhaps dining was too delicate a word.

"This curse you laid upon me will be your downfall, Night Herald," the beast growled. "I only wish to show what power you can never control. Come, let's see if you can kill an immortal!"

"If I willed it, Lord Ravenous, you would already be dead," he responded. "This is survival for you my friend, and only child's play for me. Hunting Sithspawn is mere sport."

When Ravenous once again charged forward, this time he attacked both with tentacle and with lightsaber. His intention was clear - to sweep the legs from under his opponent and skewer him where he lay. But as the tentacles struck, Ravenous would find instead that they had stuck.

In preparation for the attack, the Night Herald had once again sought to do the unexpected. And so, instead of dodging, or sparing his blade to attack the tentacles and leave the thrust coming from overhead undefended, he simply forced his energy downward, and locked himself to the floor so that when the tentacles found their mark, they slammed into his ankles with force and then wrapped around, where he then focused on keeping them in place. Shuddering from the hardness of the impact, and lingering on the dull ache in his ankles which radiated instantly upward through the whole of his legs, he nevertheless raised his saber to defend, caught Ravenous' blade, and redirected enough of it forward so that it would embed in the ground in front of him. Caught in a bladelock with a mutant Wookiee in close range was not the best position to be in, tactically, and so he acted quickly, pivoting at the hips and snapping one hand forward over his blade to meet Ravenous square in the chest with a vertical fist. With his feet still locked in place, his legs, hips, torso, arm, and fist would form a perfect solid bridge from the ground to Ravenous' sternum as he subtly moved his entire body forward into the attack. In the same instant, he released his grip on the tentacles and instead pushed his energy forward and into Ravenous, with fist acting as spearhead.

TAG: WookieeRage, Lady Belligerent, dragonsith13, QueenSabe7, Sinrebirth[/b]

 

Grievance Vexx
Sith Temple - Viewing from the Sidelines

Still lingering in the shadows of the sidelines, the cyborg's attention is drawn to the sound of a battle of high intensity. A familiar voice grasps and pulls his attention without relent and he moves toward that sound, passing behind several pillars and statues until he finds a satisfactory vantage point to watch a duel unfold. The familiar voice belongs to Darth Ravenous, a superior whom he had faced twice before. So the Wookiee too had been a target of punishment from a Sith. Seems to be something of a ritual within this culture--heavy and unforgettable punishment that forever alters the one receiving it.

Simply watching out of interest, Vexx finds himself silently hoping for Ravenous to emerge victorious. He has faced the Sith Spawn personally and found some admirable qualities that have earned the respect of the Kaleesh acolyte. Yellow eyes fixed on the duel unfolding, he watches in silence; observing, absorbing, learning indirectly from these two superiors as they seek to best each other in combat.

Tag: nobody

 

IC: Junko Machi
Light Temple Training Courtyard

The instant Junko's lightsaber touched her master's hand, she turned off her blade. She frowned at herself for a moment, hoping very much that the reflex was due to who she had injured, and not just the fact that she had injured an opponent in general. It certainly would not do to have her extinguishing her lightsaber every time she injured an enemy! She would have to reflect on it later, though. For the moment, she needed to focus on her next move.
Master Fenton backed up, retrieving his lightsaber with the Force, using his left hand. He glanced at his injured, right hand and she watched him plant his feet and protectively angle his lightsaber in front of him, easily using his non-dominant and uninjured hand. He was clearly expecting her to strike again. But Junko felt unsure of what she should do, and confused by the simultaneous pride she felt at having scored a hit on her master, and the guilt at having wounded him, even if the wound was very small.
"Um... Master, should we time out?" She asked, tentatively. Did sparring matches even have time outs?
It belatedly occurred to Junko that her master might answer with an attack of his own, so she hastily reignited her lightsaber, just in case. She positioned herself defensively, but she could feel that her stance was not strong... she was still debating with herself, second-guessing her instinctual reactions and choices. Junko was glad this was a training session, and not a real battle where such waffling could cost her her life or the lives of her teammates.
I need a LOT more practice with this, she thought to herself.

TAG: Anedon

 

OOC: Round 3-5

IC: Darth Ravenous (Sith-Spawn)

When the tenticles that grasped the Night Herald's ankles stuck instead of flourishing his battle-stance the Sith-Spawn gritted without much time before Haretisch threw a punch aimed for his chest; possibly using a Shatterpoint technique. Even if he wasn't, Ravenous did not want to find out and decided to put some distance between the two. He had been on the offensive most of the match, Haretisch capitalising on his attempts.

"Child's play??!"

Before the punch connected, Ravenous viciously roared while simultaneously using the Dark Side of the force. He dropped to his knees, avoiding the punch and planted his fists into the ground causing a force shockwave that would separate the two Sith. Ravenous cratered the area around the two before he was launched backwards in the calamity. The force of the blast would either loosen Haretisch's hold upon the tenticles or would cause the tenticles to rip the Night Herald's leg clean off. The main objective to distance himself.

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IC: Titus Fenton
Temple of the Light, Training Courtyard

Titus felt how the pain is hand lessened more and more as he used the force to ignore the burns. For a moment he wished they had used the training blades instead, which only lightly shocked the opponent with a hit. But he knew that in a real fight the enemy wouldn´t use light shook either and he wanted to give Junko an idea of her weapons power.

"We can have a timeout if you want," he replied to Junko´s question. Stepping forward he kept his blade ready, just in case she would aim another surprise attack at him. He felt her guilt over burning his hand and remembered how she turned her weapon of for a brief moment after hitting him. It´s the first time she has been wounded in a fight as well as wounded someone, he knew. Maybe went far enough for today and a part of him wanted nothing more than to treat his hand with bacta. But he also felt Junko´s wish to learn more and to become better, as well as her determination to continue despite her own burns. So he continued, "or we could continue and see where the fight will lead us." He gave her a short smile to assure her that the burns weren´t too painful and was still able to continue the fight.

Taking a step back again he held his lightsaber in a relaxed but still defensive position, awaiting his apprentices decision.

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IC: Darth Haretisch

The punch missed. Or rather, it was deftly avoided. Ravenous had somehow managed to slip under it - all two and a half meters of him - and now he was up underneath the Night Herald at close range.

The air clapped like thunder when the Sithspawn planted both fists into the ground, a shockwave of force energy folding in on itself with a crack before bursting outward in every direction. Haretisch caught the brunt of it and was thrown back free of the tentacles. It would have been worse had he attempted to resist. Instead, he simply took the blow, caught his breath, and rode the wave back. He landed, as gracefully as one might after being hurled through the air, and with a flourish of his cape he stood to full height.

With a snarl, he brought his lightsaber to bear once more. Words were of no use here, rather a blade was a more effective tool when dealing with beasts. He leapt and took flight again, propelled and fueled by the force, and landed in a crouch before Ravenous, lightsaber held in one hand and poised to bite.

He feinted, faking a sideward swipe before a pivot. Instead his opposite hand shot forward, fingers grasping and clutching for clothing or fur - whatever he could reach - and releasing a burst of force lightning. All the while his blade still lay coiled and ready to strike or parry or block.

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IC: Darth Haretisch

The punch missed. Or rather, it was deftly avoided. Ravenous had somehow managed to slip under it - all two and a half meters of him - and now he was up underneath the Night Herald at close range.

The air clapped like thunder when the Sithspawn planted both fists into the ground, a shockwave of force energy folding in on itself with a crack before bursting outward in every direction. Haretisch caught the brunt of it and was thrown back free of the tentacles. It would have been worse had he attempted to resist. Instead, he simply took the blow, caught his breath, and rode the wave back. He landed, as gracefully as one might after being hurled through the air, and with a flourish of his cape he stood to full height.

With a snarl, he brought his lightsaber to bear once more. Words were of no use here, rather a blade was a more effective tool when dealing with beasts. He leapt and took flight again, propelled and fueled by the force, and landed in a crouch before Ravenous, lightsaber held in one hand and poised to bite.

He feinted, faking a sideward swipe before a pivot. Instead his opposite hand shot forward, fingers grasping and clutching for clothing or fur - whatever he could reach - and releasing a burst of force lightning. All the while his blade still lay coiled and ready to strike or parry or block.

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OOC: 3/5. Get some, GET SOME!

IC: Darth Haretisch

The punch missed. Or rather, it was deftly avoided. Ravenous had somehow managed to slip under it - all two and a half meters of him - and now he was up underneath the Night Herald at close range.

The air clapped like thunder when the Sithspawn planted both fists into the ground, a shockwave of force energy folding in on itself with a crack before bursting outward in every direction. Haretisch caught the brunt of it and was thrown back free of the tentacles. It would have been worse had he attempted to resist. Instead, he simply took the blow, caught his breath, and rode the wave back. He landed, as gracefully as one might after being hurled through the air, and with a flourish of his cape he stood to full height.

With a snarl, he brought his lightsaber to bear once more. Words were of no use here, rather a blade was a more effective tool when dealing with beasts. He leapt and took flight again, propelled and fueled by the force, and landed in a crouch before Ravenous, lightsaber held in one hand and poised to bite.

He feinted, faking a sideward swipe before a pivot. Instead his opposite hand shot forward, fingers grasping and clutching for clothing or fur - whatever he could reach - and releasing a burst of force lightning. All the while his blade still lay coiled and ready to strike or parry or block.

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IC: Darth Haretisch

The punch missed. Or rather, it was deftly avoided. Ravenous had somehow managed to slip under it - all two and a half meters of him - and now he was up underneath the Night Herald at close range.

The air clapped like thunder when the Sithspawn planted both fists into the ground, a shockwave of force energy folding in on itself with a crack before bursting outward in every direction. Haretisch caught the brunt of it and was thrown back free of the tentacles. It would have been worse had he attempted to resist. Instead, he simply took the blow, caught his breath, and rode the wave back. He landed, as gracefully as one might after being hurled through the air, and with a flourish of his cape he stood to full height.

With a snarl, he brought his lightsaber to bear once more. Words were of no use here, rather a blade was a more effective tool when dealing with beasts. He leapt and took flight again, propelled and fueled by the force, and landed in a crouch before Ravenous, lightsaber held in one hand and poised to bite.

He feinted, faking a sideward swipe before a pivot. Instead his opposite hand shot forward, fingers grasping and clutching for clothing or fur - whatever he could reach - and releasing a burst of force lightning. All the while his blade still lay coiled and ready to strike or parry or block.

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OOC: 3/5. Get some, GET SOME!

IC: Darth Haretisch

The punch missed. Or rather, it was deftly avoided. Ravenous had somehow managed to slip under it - all two and a half meters of him - and now he was up underneath the Night Herald at close range.

The air clapped like thunder when the Sithspawn planted both fists into the ground, a shockwave of force energy folding in on itself with a crack before bursting outward in every direction. Haretisch caught the brunt of it and was thrown back free of the tentacles. It would have been worse had he attempted to resist. Instead, he simply took the blow, caught his breath, and rode the wave back. He landed, as gracefully as one might after being hurled through the air, and with a flourish of his cape he stood to full height.

With a snarl, he brought his lightsaber to bear once more. Words were of no use here, rather a blade was a more effective tool when dealing with beasts. He leapt and took flight again, propelled and fueled by the force, and landed in a crouch before Ravenous, lightsaber held in one hand and poised to bite.

He feinted, faking a sideward swipe before a pivot. Instead his opposite hand shot forward, fingers grasping and clutching for clothing or fur - whatever he could reach - and releasing a burst of force lightning. All the while his blade still lay coiled and ready to strike or parry or block.

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OOC: 3/5. Get some, GET SOME!

IC: Darth Haretisch

The punch missed. Or rather, it was deftly avoided. Ravenous had somehow managed to slip under it - all two and a half meters of him - and now he was up underneath the Night Herald at close range.

The air clapped like thunder when the Sithspawn planted both fists into the ground, a shockwave of force energy folding in on itself with a crack before bursting outward in every direction. Haretisch caught the brunt of it and was thrown back free of the tentacles. It would have been worse had he attempted to resist. Instead, he simply took the blow, caught his breath, and rode the wave back. He landed, as gracefully as one might after being hurled through the air, and with a flourish of his cape he stood to full height.

With a snarl, he brought his lightsaber to bear once more. Words were of no use here, rather a blade was a more effective tool when dealing with beasts. He leapt and took flight again, propelled and fueled by the force, and landed in a crouch before Ravenous, lightsaber held in one hand and poised to bite.

He feinted, faking a sideward swipe before a pivot. Instead his opposite hand shot forward, fingers grasping and clutching for clothing or fur - whatever he could reach - and releasing a burst of force lightning. All the while his blade still lay coiled and ready to strike or parry or block.

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OOC: 4/5... And you will get it!

IC: Darth Ravenous (Sith-Spawn)

Ravenous tumbled as his body was propelled backwards from the shockwave. Skidding to a stop he rolled himself backwards culminating to a crouching stance. Preparing himself for Haretisch's onslaught he lit his left-held saber to catch the feigned attack, if it were fake, he would reserve it for the real attack; Ravenous only followed the light of the blades. He smiled before his other hand brought his Jedi-crafted to life and aimed to sever the outstretched limb of the Triumvirate flank. He brought the blade up from him belt and swiped upward before the grasp connected. If there was lightning to emit, Ravenous' saber would be able to redirect. At this range, Haretisch would have trouble avoiding the reflection if he did choose to use the Sith go-to.

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