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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 7, 2013 15:46:15 GMT -8
Cruor vs Xeonon
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Naboo Grass Plains
You find yourselves in a vast field on the planet of Naboo, the site of countless battles due to it's open terrain and huge size. The wind is harsh and the grass blows back and forth, a storm is coming, a storm the likes of which Naboo hasn't seen in a millenium. 20 posts into the match the heavens open and spew forth it's life giving substance in a torrential downpour, instantly soaking the field.
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Post by Cruor on May 8, 2013 6:47:27 GMT -8
His was a short stature. At 5'6" he wasnt the most intimidating man to look at. He had tattoos on his face and his hood pulled up, his long hair in dreads and tucked in a pony tail down his back. From the depths of his hood his eyes glowed orange, because yellow is boring. At his belt beneath his deep cowled black poncho hung twin orange bladed sabers, his black pants over top of his boots. He wore a tight fitting tank top, his arms taught and covered in dark sigils. He had no idea why he was here, and he glided forward near silently, eyes scanning, his own aura suppressed for the time being.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 8, 2013 8:22:40 GMT -8
Alternatively Xeonon knew exactly where and why he was here. The Imperial Remnant had once again become a major faction in the galaxy and her knights had been dispatched all over the galaxy to remove threats to the Empire. One such threat was rumored to be here on Naboo, a Sith by the name of Cruor was last seen on the planet. Xeonon although an Imperial Knight by trade was cross trained by the Inquisitors, using his skills he had tracked him down to these plains although he did not have a pinpoint on him he could tell he was here.
You see everything has the force flowing through you, even a Vong so by suppressing your force aura you are creating a void, a void that would stand out like a bump on a log in this place teeming with life. So the red armoured man walked over towards the void his weapons arrayed around him, saber on his left hip and two different pistols on his chest in a cross grip. I know you are out there you little shit show yourself! As he said this Xeonon reached down and turned on his silver hued blade butting some of the stalks from the knee high grass around him.
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Post by Cruor on May 10, 2013 13:39:05 GMT -8
Interesting. This young darksider apparently had an interesting idea about how this particular power worked, but no matter. It accelerated the meeting between the two and made it so that This writer didnt have to come up with something that would more likely than not sound stupid and contrite.
He stopped and looked in the direction of the other mans voice and snickered to himself. Typical of the boisterous and over zealous to turn to insults directly and attempt to sound intimidating. The always made the same mistake. The underestimated the short guy. He reached up and unclasped his cloak, pulled the hood back and allowed the garment to pool at his feet. he would collect it later. His twin blades slapped into his waiting palms, unlit as of yet. He would wait until the correct moment to unleash their deadly beauty. He found the only solace outside of killing was the comfortable weight of the blades in his hands. He basically fondled his weapons with the only love he felt anymore. The love of wanton, yet controlled, violence and death. His face went blank, his orange eyes glowing with a nasty malevolence. He walked quietly forward and spoke, his voice quiet yet mixed with the targets ears like oil and water. It was slick, slimy, and somehow.....Off.
"I hope that isnt a height joke"
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 10, 2013 16:22:25 GMT -8
Having heard many a "pretty boy" joke in his days regarding his face he knew how much it stung to have ones faults brought to the front. You know it is Minnie Mouse Boom height and masculinity challenged. He had hoped that these words would provoke the man, enrage him and eventually make him make a mistake. Although anger was a staple of the Sith; it being in there code and all, it still made one sloppy.
Until that time though it was up to Xeonon to be the aggressor after all he was no space monk, more like a space cowboy. Taking his own blade in both hands he raised it above his head, lining the blade up with his spine. Crooking a smile Xeonon charged the man, his eyes flitting to where he was going to aim for half a second before it happened. It was Cruors left shoulder, he hoped that through sheer strength that maybe he could end this fast and cut off the mans arm. Of course this was doubtful as he wouldnt be here if this man was just utter crap, no he was in this for the long haul.
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Post by Cruor on May 11, 2013 17:28:14 GMT -8
He smiled quietly, the smile never touching his eyes. He waited, stopping his forward momentum, his hand down at his sides, saber hilts held almost loosely. His left foot was forward, toes pointed to the right slightly. Xeonon adopted a fairly standard attack, both hands gripping his saber over his head. He came forward and slashed down at Cruors left shoulder. He waited, and then shot his left arm up, saber blazing to life, catching the downward slash close to the hilt for better leverage. As this happened, he dropped to one knee, his powerful muscles compacting, holding the over hand slash at bay, and stabbed his right arm straight forward, the blade igniting in mid stab, racing for Xeonons center mass, right at heart level
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 12, 2013 5:10:14 GMT -8
See this was a common problem in the galaxy, they were so uneducated and it just so happened Xeonon was in a unique opportunity to enlighten the unwashed masses. For you see Xeonon was an Imperial Knight and since the age of 15 he had been crafted, molded and made to be one of the most deadly weapons in the galaxy. Sure he had his fancy blade work, but what good is a sword without a shield. This is where the armour came in. Unlike most force using sects they wore armour to protect themselves, it was an extension of their training for you see it was created with lightsaber combat in mind. The main armour was made of durasteel with phrik filaments which made it very useful against slashing attacks.
This however was not one of those and thats were the gauntlets came in handy. For they were made of another rare material, Cortosis which was a bitch to mine and even harder to find a use for. You see it has the ability to short circuit lightsabers in its purified form which both gauntlets were made of. When Xeonon saw Crour bend down and raise his arm he figured Sith trickery was involved and he was right, he had brought his right arm down; keeping the left in the saber block, he brought it down to intercept the blade as it was coming to spear him in the tum tum.
He was rewarded with a blocking the blade and as soon as it would touch his forearm it would hopefully short circuit and keep it that was for seven seconds to seven minutes. Of course this was not without risk as he had been keeping his right hand out of the Cortosis gloves as of late and assuming that the didnt somehow cut his hand off Xeonon would use it to his advantage. This hand was an augmentation that he got when his arm had been cut off at the shoulder 15 years ago. The Nuero-Shock hand had the nasty ability to send out a repulsor shot which could snap bones and damage duracrete. So turning his wrist ever so slightly so that it was facing his opponent Xeonon flexed his palm the repulse shooting out from his hand directly at Crours chest which was roughly 3 feet away.
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Post by Cruor on May 13, 2013 12:05:55 GMT -8
As Xeonon blocked his saber attack with the gauntlet, the blade snapped then sputtered off, Cruor barely registered his irritation. Instead, he opened his palm and fired a Force Push at near point blank range directly at the sternum of the other man, just as Xeo was turning his hand to fire the repulse. He shoved off with his powerful legs, launching himself backwards and to his right, putting himself out of the way of Xeo's right handed blade, springing to his feet from rolling off his shoulders. He lifted his right hand, now saberless, and gave Xeo an admonishing finger wag, tsking under his breath, the smile on his face never reaching his eyes
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 13, 2013 12:14:52 GMT -8
Just as he was about to flex his palm Xeonon felt the power of his opponent well up inside him, just before being launched back ten feet into the grass. Landing on his back he was relieved that he had been able to hold onto his blade, standing up he coughed trying to regain his breath. Had his eyes been real, they would have been a look of pure hatred, however they were fake so they only showed the dull spark of mechanical awesomness.
That finger wag really pissed him off, so focousing on the hand that was wagging the finger Xeonon raised a clenched fist at it. What he was attempting to do was rip the hand off at the wrist using force rend. To most people who were well versed in the force they would attribute the move to the more popular force crush, but when a persons hand was ripped from its body the face was priceless. So right hand, in the air the left was held off to the side a little the blade still turned on its humming loud in the silence of the great plain.
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Post by Cruor on May 15, 2013 7:18:55 GMT -8
He felt pain flare up in his right hand and reacted immediately. He didnt care if it was Rend, Crush or Force High Five. He wasn't letting this little Sithling get his hand. Not now, not ever. He pulled his arm quickly behind his back, flexing the fingers, working the pain out of his hand and wrist. With Line of Sight broken, Cruor snapped his right foot forward, as hard as he could, projecting his kick through the force, looking to slam a telekinetic kick to the other mans dangly bits. Even if the man wore a cup, it should hurt like hell if it worked
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 15, 2013 19:04:29 GMT -8
So this Sith was not a total fool always a good thing to see. Having never encountered projected fighting before he could have laughed at the guy kicking into the air if it had not actually done something. The kick did hit the area that was his family jewels but not as one would think. As he wore a full body armour including a cod piece it hit that which saved him from the worst of the pain. Instead he was greeted with the pain being dispersed over his thighs and such which would leave a nasty bruise.
Xeonon really had no interest on a show of force because in all honesty he was not as strong as he once was years ago, nor would he ever be again. So instead he had only his cunning and dashing good looks to blind- thats it. Running forward blade held off to the side Xeonon raised his hand again, just before he was within striking distance he delved into the force once more. This time he pictured the sun, not only a sun but the brightest fucking sun a person could imagine and multiply it by a million. The force power known as Force Blinding a flash of energy emanated from a Xeonons hand, manifesting as a flash of light that would hopefully overloaded the Siths vision, causing temporary blindness.
With that done hopefully it was successful if only for half a second (but longer if unprepared was what Xeonon was hoping) Xeonon swung low hoping to bisect the man from his (Crours) right hip up to his left shoulder.
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Post by Cruor on May 16, 2013 14:16:52 GMT -8
Xeo came forward, moving quickly. Cruor wasted no time. The Sith Assassin spun quickly in a powerful roundhouse, his left foot whipping around in a vicious circle. At the mid point, he swiveled his hips, snapping his leg around, projecting the kick directly at the left side of Xeonons head. Completing the roundhouse, he burst forward, calling his second saber to his hand, both orange blades hissing to life. He charged at Xeo quickly, his short frame powering across the distance
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 16, 2013 15:29:52 GMT -8
Having just experienced the attack moments before Xeonon had a good way to guess. The way the first strike had struck was similar to a normal kick so he assumed or rather hoped it could be stopped like a normal one. Seeing his opponent begin to twist he raised his blade (left) hand to hopefully block the attack. He was rewarded with probably the most powerful kick he had ever experienced hit his arm. It dented the cortosis on his wrist but that was it. It was the fault of the metal, for being lightsaber resistant it was one of hte most brittle materials out there and could dent and crack fairly easily.
This is not to say that the attack was useless oh no it did do something. The kick hurt like a son of a bitch and he could already feel his wrist swelling up and bruising. The momentary pain of it all had caused him to miss a pitfall in the ground, something deep enough that caused him to step down instead of keeping forward. Losing his momentum Xeonon stumbled forward at much the same speed his legs barley keeping up with his enhanced speed.
He kept running none the less to meet the man, his way of attack was still the same, almost. He would still try to blind the man, but instead of left to right Xeonon would cut from RIGHT hip to LEFT shoulder due to his arm now being across his body having followed the momentum of the attack to lesson the blow. Now however he was to far forward his upper body forward to the point where he could fall, his attack with his saber would be clumsy until his wrist went numb.
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Post by Cruor on May 23, 2013 6:40:49 GMT -8
With his own forward momentum, and Xeos stumble, Cruor took advantage. He leaped as Xeo tried to catch his balance and not fall on his face, clearing the space where Xeonon had tried to blind him with Force Light. He was leaping into a front flip, his left saber snapping down, intercepting Xeo's own blade, and as he came around, snapped his feet out behind him, hoping to slam them into that spot directly between Xeo's shoulder blades. He tucked into a forward roll and came to his feet quickly, spinning counter clockwise, his left blade extended to stave off any attack the other man attempt if his own did not work
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on May 23, 2013 9:36:56 GMT -8
Xeonon was unprepared for the jump, he had expected the Sith to fight him like a man, but leave it to them to fight underhanded and take any advantage they could get. As the kick hit him square in the back the he landed face first in the dirt and grass, his face now covered in dirt he could feel the road rash. Blood leaking from three large cuts on his face, Xeonon took a breath before rolling onto his back he took out on of the two pistols that was on his chest.
The Blaster Buster was a special weapon due in the fact that its rounds could track down different heat signatures such as a human, blaster or in the case of this one a lightsaber blade. Thumbing his own blade off Xeonon fired off all four rounds in the chamber in the general direction of Crour. The rounds would only last for 5 seconds before the minirepulsors would die but that was more than enough time for the rounds to find the lightsaber blade of his opponent just as it was passing in front of his body the final one ending just as it was to his left side. Once the rounds were fired which he would stand up so that he could be once again seen above the tall grass.
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Post by Cruor on Jun 10, 2013 7:30:16 GMT -8
As he spun, his saber lashing out behind him, three of the 4 bullets passed him by with no issue, a lock of his hair flitting through the air as a round passed through. The fourth round slammed into his saber blade, molten pellets of lead peppering his forearm and hand. It burned, the metal digging furrows of melted flesh into his arm. He hissed in pain and as he came around, locked the deadmans switch in place and launched the orange bladed left hand saber through the air as hard and fast as he could directly at Xeonons chest, putting the Force behind the throw. He flexed his hand and shook it vigorously, now stalking purposefully towards the other man, a snarl on his face, his eyes hard as beskar....
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 11, 2013 17:54:46 GMT -8
His momentary elation at maiming his opponent was taken away from him, thus far in his travels he had not taken on one such as this. They had usually fallen after a few moments, but this Sith was different than the rest; craftier, smarter and some other adjectives.
Xeonon saw the blade coming at him, and had it been a normal throw there would be no problem grabbing the weapon mid air and re directing it at the opponent. However Xeonon could sense the force being directed through the crafting hand. It was going to be a close one, as the orange blade twirled through the air he braced himself for the inevitable strike. Opening his left hand so fast it was a blur the gun dropped out of his hand and landed in the grass at his feet; just as the blade landed horizontal across his chest he reached out with the robotic limb to the handle which was on his right side and tried to grab hold of the blade and crush it thus stopping the orange blade.
Of course the blade had touched the crimson armour and it marred the armour blackening the edges where it touched and super heating the metal. The Phrik filaments stopped the blade from cutting him in half but it did not on the lesser metals. They melted into the flesh and his face contorted into a snarl, the dirt and blood on it making him look real pissed. Such trick wont work on me boy.
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Post by Cruor on Jul 12, 2013 7:42:36 GMT -8
By the time Xeo got the statement out of his mouth, Cruor was on him. Xeonon grabbed the hilt of his blade and crushed it (I assume), and Cruor;s right handed blade was already arcing through the air. He achieved this by a crafty use of Force Speed. He had waited for the other man to attempt a block, and he was rewarded for his patience. It was then that he let the Force rip through his body, and he was suddenly on Xeonon. His blade came across at neck height just as Xeonon finished the word 'boy'. To the Sith it would look like Cruor was moving towards him, and then suddenly directly in front and to the left.....
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 12, 2013 8:36:44 GMT -8
Thankfully for Xeonon the moment between the crush and the final word boy was a few moments. Now the unagmented human mind can process things really really fast topping out at like .2 seconds for the fastest people. Now Xeonon knew well about Force Speed but the concepts of it escaped him, it was something he never liked to use nor really try to. He preferred to defeat his opponents without the use of super speed and stuff. However hopefully the mechanics would be enough and he focused on letting the force flow through him. Unlike the Jedi he cared not about it, but rather used it as a weapon. A deadly weapon that needed respect but a weapon none the less. In doing so he found an odd effect took place, it seemed as if time slowed down. It was a mixture of the adrenaline in his body and a weak weak version of force speed. His perception of things sped up to the point where it looked like Crour was attacking normally.
However his body was not moving up to speed with Crours and as such he almost did not get his silver blade in front of his face in time to stop the blade. However almost only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades. The blade stopped inches from his face, sparks flying every which way and that. During this time he had let go of the now crushed blade and fast as a Cobras strike Xeonon pushed an open palmed hand (right hand) towards the Siths chest. While doing that he flexed his palm, the mini repulsers in his hand would let forth a powerful blast that in such close proximity to ones body would hopefully do some real damage.
In the distance thunder rumbled clouds that had not been there a moment before had appeared. The wind had picked up the long grass around the blowing away from the storm. It seems kind of fitting actually. Two people fighting a storm raging all around them.
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Post by Cruor on Jul 12, 2013 11:00:25 GMT -8
In order for Xeo to palm strike Cruor in the chest, he would have had to cross his right arm across his body. This worked to Cruors advantage. His blade winked off, then came back on on the otherside of Xeo's blade....Which just happened to be the other mans face.....His left hand, still smarting from the molten lead, snapped out in a blur, redirecting the offending hand of Xeo out to his own left (Xeo's center mass), basically continuing his original attack, but with the use of Trakata. His Force Speed was still going......
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