Ak-Akari Obachu
Member
Still the proud holder of the "Most Losing-est Judge of the GBA" Award
Posts: 150 
Traffic Light: Blue
|
Post by Ak-Akari Obachu on Jul 1, 2013 14:53:27 GMT -8
The two duelists find themselves on the east and west sides of a very basic room. The walls are all wooden and there is a light mat across the floor for protecting against falls. There is also a control panel on the north wall so that an instructor can call in several varying types of weapons.
This is a training match, so rules will be relaxed somewhat to allow for development and trying new things. Duelists should feel free to experiment and try new things.
|
|
|
|
Post by Rhiel Corvix on Jul 2, 2013 9:11:16 GMT -8
Rhiel casually strides into the simple room from the east side. Calmly, she walks placing each of her bare feet directly in front of the other. She moved with a foreign grace, as if her feet didn't even touch the floor but instead were suspended just millimeters above it. Rhiel stood an unusual 6 and a half feet tall, her long legs and torso giving her a spidery appearance that was amplified by the 6 sword-spears strapped to her back and the black clothing she wore. Rhiel's legs were bare save for a 2 holsters on each leg sheathing deadly blasters. Rhiel's torso was garbed in a loose black tunic that was tied tight against her body with a number of blood red cords. Her head was bare, allowing her long black dreadlocks coarse down her back. Charms, bones, and bladed hooks were tied into the matted cords of hair, giving her a savage appearance despite her supernatural grace. Black and red war paint addorned her face, arms, and legs furthering her savage appearance.
Rhiel's lips pursed stoically upon entering the room. It seemed mundane enough. Nothign too out of the ordinary or misleading about it. Years of training on Dathomir had infused caution and suspicion deep into Rhiel's heart. Commoners had told Rhiel that this was an appropriate place for adventurers and force users to test and hone their skills. But why was it empty? Where was her opponent. Rhiel decided that now was the perfect time to take a seat and meditate until a challenger approached. There was always time to grow closer to the force.
|
|
Ak-Akari Obachu
Member
Still the proud holder of the "Most Losing-est Judge of the GBA" Award
Posts: 150
Traffic Light: Blue
|
Post by Ak-Akari Obachu on Jul 6, 2013 6:19:06 GMT -8
Ak-Akari entered then from the opposite side of the room, wearing a fairly standard Jedi tunic, though it looked somewhat unsuited to his messy hair and unkempt appearance. He had a long shaft of metal strapped to his back; his lightspear that he had used for years in battle now. Also at either hip was a stun blaster, not of any make or model that anyone would recognize, having made them himself. He stopped just on the edge of the mat, bowing to the woman across from his.
"Greetings. I trust that you are here for training?"
Conversation was always preferable to going straight into the fight for him. He used the time to size his opponent up, to look for weapons and other possible tools, to observe their stature and how they held themselves. All could be useful in a fight, and the more information you held the better off you were. Just because this place was for friendly training matches didn't make it any less important, after all you tend to do the real thing as you train.
Casually he brought the spear shaft over his shoulder and rested the butt end against the ground. He didn't activate it yet, but the spear was much more useful at the ready. And with the look of his opponent, he'd be hard pressed to keep up with that many blades to begin with. Should be fun.
|
|
|
|
Post by Rhiel Corvix on Jul 6, 2013 11:10:48 GMT -8
In a flash, Rhiel's force trance was broken at the sound of her opponent's voice. Her eyes slowly opened and made contact with those of her opponent as he slid the metal shaft from his hands to the ground. In a fluid motion she rose from her cross-legged seat and calmly placed one bare foot in front of the other.
Brushing her hair aside with a hand and knotting the log cords of matted hair into a bundle she continued eye-contact with her opponent. Confident, yet somehow tired, eyes stared back into hers. Slowly sliding her hands onto the lowest of her weapons on each side, she replid.
yes. you seem suitable.
Keeping eye contact, Rhiel slowly began to circle her opponent, softly twirling the two spears in her hands. She moved with the same spiderlike grace, as if she didn't even touch the ground, each foot scarecly making a sound as in connected with the smooth floor beneath her bare feet. Only the soft jingling of the charms in her hair broke the silence as the wind from the open door brushed past them. Rhiel began to gather the force into herself, channeling away her fears and holding the dark-side at bay.
|
|
