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Post by Ashrah on Jul 9, 2013 16:31:09 GMT -8
Darian slipped forward fluidly, and Ashrah knew it was on. The Nagai went to snap a punch at Ashrahs face at the same time as Ashrah tucked his booted foot inside his buy'ce, which had fallen to the ground beside his left foot upon his attack on Svens elbow, and flicked it up and directly at the face of the other Mando. He snapped his left arm up and flicked it slightly, the move looking...odd. It had a reason. The 2 foot handle dangling from his forearm. It arced up and over the offending right forearm of Darian, Ashrah feeling the handle slap into his hand. He yanked towards his own body and down to his left, the shotgun once more coming free from his back, this time not to fire, but to club, aimed at the side of the Nagais' head, hopefully negating the stomp, and maybe knocking his ass out cold. He kept his gaze on Sheva, only glancing at Darian long enough to get a fairly decent idea of what the warrior was attempting
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Post by Aya D'Ordinii on Jul 10, 2013 8:37:56 GMT -8
Aya watched through the three remaining droids as the menfolk decided to waste their time & energy beating each other up instead of focusing on their jedi targets. Typical. Other than making sure that they weren't in danger of being drawn into the fight, the droids took no action. Sooner or later this little temper tantrum would burn itself out.
There were plenty of other things to keep track of without trying to babysit the leader of the Empire. Even if he did look like he was having far too much fun decimating his own troops. Aya made a quick mental note to pass on the Admiral to have the nutjob replaced as soon as was convenient.
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Post by Corr on Jul 11, 2013 12:46:29 GMT -8
Swatting the flying helmet away with his free left hand, batting the missile away to his left, Darian ducked low as the shotgun came arcing around to whizz past just over his head, flicking the topknot as it passed. He only just managed to snatch his hand back before it became ensnared within the deadly hold of the other mans chain. Ashrah was fast, very fast, but the Concordian sniper was no slouch when it came to agility. His foot continued to stomp and he pushed off with that limb, regardless of whether it impacted with its target or not, bouncing back a pace. He followed with a quick hop off his right foot to gain some distance from the now armed Mand'alor.
The circle of Mandalorians were now jeering and voicing catcalls, adding to the steady growl at the fact that Ashrah had drawn a weapon in what was, essentially, a fist fight. The circle voiced their disapproval and the echoing whistle of beskads leaving sheaths was deafening as several warriors sought to offer Darian their weapon. With a superhuman effort Sven had banged his injured arm forcibly against the rock upon which Sheva sat, her face now mirroring concern as to the seriousness of the situation she had perpetrated, setting the bone back as best he could. Though his face was pale and streaked with sweat the man moved closer, arm hanging limply at his side, to flank Darian, the latter having eyes only for Ashrah.
Darian ignored all offers of weapons and used the space he had gained to draw his Tehk'la, the hooked and serrated blades of his birth race. He held then in a reverse grip, blades running level with his wrists, and slowly began to circle within the confines of the makeshift ring the vode had created with their body's.
=Darian=
"Gar shaadlar iviin'yc, Mand'alor."
{You move fast, Mand'alor}
He feinted forward with a lightning step then pulled back, eyes never leaving Ashrah's as he continued to circle, knives weaving in each hand...
=Darian=
"Al copaani iviin'yc luubid?"
{But are you fast enough?}
Suddenly he was moving again, right foot kicking up a clod of mud towards Ashrah's face as he crouched low, tucking the kicking leg and dropping to one knee almost. Pushing with his left leg to close a little he stabbed forward with his left-hand blade towards the knee joint of Ashrah's armour. He prepared himself to roll over his right shoulder, evading to Ashrah's left, everything done in a seamless maneuver that spoke well of his close quarters ability. This man was a sniper too!
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Post by Ashrah on Jul 11, 2013 13:22:15 GMT -8
He abandoned Kad'marev, the weapon being replaced on his back. As he replaced the shot gun, he drew his blade. He smirked at Darians question, not moving when the man feinted at him, a fairly typical response to men who fancy themselves bigger, faster or stronger than the other, but still have a nagging self esteem issue deep in their psyche....
Darian flung mud with his foot at Ashrahs face with a deft flick of his foot. Ash stepped slightly to his own left, moving his head slightly, his ear and shoulder getting spattered. The Nagai followed up with a stab at Ashrahs knee in a move that could only be described as fluid. It mattered little. Falling into the dance, Ashrah, instead of driving the hooked blade of his left hand weapon into the wrist joint of Darian, slammed down at the back of the mans hand with the non-pokey part of the handle, sliding his right leg back and pivoting to his left slightly, so he was side on and forward of the Nagai. He twisted his left wrist, looking to hook the hooked blade into the wrist joint of the mans gloves(if he is wearing any), and pull him off balance. Instead of pulling forward, he suddenly reversed direction of the handle, the blade now facing away from Darians face, hoping to at the very least smack the man in the face, his right hand ready to defend should he require it
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Post by Corr on Jul 11, 2013 14:29:55 GMT -8
The hit of Ashrah's weapon slammed down into the beskar bracer of Darians left arm, sending a sharp stab of pain and causing the impact area to tingle slightly afterwards. The force of the blow sent his stab low, possible stabbing towards Ashrah's foot had it still been there, but the Concordian sniper at least managed to retain a hold of the blade. The direction the blow sent his hand to the floor, his fist squelching down into the mud with the blade still clenched firmly as he continued with his roll. His ead tucked down, dropping below the back of the hook, tucking tight against the right shoulder. With Ashrah's side-on position there was really very little he could do to strike at any part of his foe so he pushed off with his right fist to add some momentum. Tucking his hand back sharply so as to avoid the hook move, feeling Ashrah's blade scrape across his forearm guard, he flung himself over, a single roll, before springing up on one knee with his right hand flashing out. The blade leaving said hand, aimed directly for Ashrah's face, flew over the short gap between them with terrific speed and force, having the momentum of the roll added to the considerable strength of the Nagai's arm.
Darian growled low as he threw, his frustrations beginning to mount at Ashrah poise and skill. There weren't many the sniper encountered that were his equal in speed and agility but this man, despite not looking particularly deft, was meting him in every aspect so far. His eyes narrowed as he drew his hand back to wrap around the hilt of his beskad, straightening into a fighting stance and puling it free should he have time...
The crowd was becoming more vociferous now, the fight escalating in intensity. Beets had been exchanged and now the crowd yelled and roared for their prospect, urging each on to greater endeavors. Sven had edged his way along the crowd to place himself at Ashrah's back and Sheva was now sitting forward, eyes angry as she watched her kinsman prepare for some kind of sneak attack...
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Post by Ashrah on Jul 11, 2013 15:00:36 GMT -8
The Nagai was fast. But Ashrah was faster. His set to defend blade snapped across, intercepting the thrown blade with an audible metallic SMACK. Barely. Like I said, the Nagai was fast. The block was purely reactionary, and it saved his life. His face devoid of emotion he faced the Sniper once more, saluted with his blade once, and attacked. He was suddenly moving, his right handed blade arcing in at the hip of the other man, looking to incapacitate, not kill. He had to remember to pull the strike slightly if it connected, the blade sharp enough to split him in half almost like butter. He kept the hook bladed handle at the ready at his left for either attack or defense. He was flexible like that....
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Post by Corr on Jul 11, 2013 16:29:18 GMT -8
Darian began to step forward into the attack, hoping to negate the effectiveness of the chain by robbing it of its range, and flicked his left hand out. The daggers blade met the incoming sword with a clang, angled slightly so it would slide down and come to rest on the flared hilt guard. His arm bent slightly upon the impact to cushion the blow, elbow tucking in tight to his ribs, forearm angling out to keep the beskad away from him. He then forced his left arm out, trying to push the blade further wide, and completed his step forward by thrusting out with his sword held firmly in his right hand. He had no such scruples about a death blow and drove the point of his sword directly towards Ashrah's chest with terrific force. Even beskar'gam could be pierced by a sharped point of the same metal, driven with sufficient force. Nothing secret of subtle about this move, just plain "HAVE IT!"
Meanwhile just within the circle formed by the crowd Sven had reached his desired position. With an evil glint in his eyes, and ignoring Sheva's demands that he stop, Sven drew a heavily spiked mace from his belt, the small weapon easily capable of crushing a mans skull flat. He edged forward and drew the weapon back only to have it seized from his hand. He spun to find a brute of a man, bigger even than Corr, glaring down at him.
=Random Mando=
"Hut'uunla narir, mirsheb."
{Cowardly act, asshole}
The big man poked the mace once into Svens broken arm, causing a grimace of pain to stain the mans face, before flipping the weapon around and returning it nonchalantly to its owner. Sheva appeared at Svens side, a wry grin on a face still marred with worry. She had commed Mereel and he was on his way, likely the only one short of Corr turning up who could stop this madness. The big MAnddo nodded grimly to her before pointing a finger at Sven...
=Random Mando=
"Gedeteyar, ner tat."
{Behave, pal}
He turned back to the duel as Sheva turned on Sven.
=Sheva=
"Copaani'gar dayn be gar shabuir kovid!?"
{Are you out of your fucking mind!?}
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Post by Ashrah on Jul 12, 2013 6:37:59 GMT -8
The handle in his left hand snapped across, hard, slamming into the oncoming blade of Darian. He rotated his wrist once more, looking to hook the 3 inch blade of the handle onto the back of the other mans bes'kad, and pull back towards himself. As he did this, he pulled his right blade back, and using Darians pushing motion, spun clockwise, using his left arm as leverage. He deftly resheathed his own bes'kad, and as he spun quickly, drove his right elbow as hard as he could at the spot where the armpit and shoulder connect. At this point, he would unlock the hooked blade and continue his spin, the handle arcing around at speed, aimed for the left hip of Darian. If this all worked, Ashrah would be standing behind the Sniper
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Post by Corr on Jul 12, 2013 13:30:45 GMT -8
Darians blade was knocked wide by Ashrah's counter, missing Ashrah to the left and spearing nothing but air. This put him slightly off balance and caused him to over-extend slightly and, as Ashrah spun behind him, he cursed in annoyance. He began to spin to his own left in an attempt to meet Ashrah, slamming backwards with his dagger now that it was released from the need to block the other mans beskad. As the knife lashed out, aiming for the center of where Ashrah's chest should be, or roughly in that area anyway, Ashrah's elbow slammed into his shoulder causing his stab to go a bit wayward. It still executed but drifted off target, going low to around Ashrah's hip level. Some of the venom of the blow was negated as, with a wince of pain, Darian rose the blow as best he could by rolling forward over his left shoulder, spinning as he did so to spring back to his feet, weapons extended, facing Ashrah.
His right shoulder throbbed and the hand holding the beskad tingled slightly, testimony to how close a dislocation had been. That he had managed to retain his weapon was again testimony to his determination, though he'd have to be a bit more cautious. He'd almost lost both weapons in the space of a few seconds to the skillful Mand'alor and he paused to assess his options as he slowly weaved both blades in front of him.
Sven mumbled some pain-filled words as Sheva turned back to the duel, trying to justify the insanity going on here. She yelled at Darian, some inarticulate order to desist but, with all the cheering and shouts, she went unheard.
Where was Mereel!?
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Post by Ashrah on Jul 12, 2013 13:49:37 GMT -8
Ashrahs right hand drifted to his hip and he tested the skin there....Close, but no blood. His body suit had saved him. He was built tough, but could still be cut. He shook his left arm, and the chain fell to the mud. He deftly caught up some chain, 3 feet from the 5 pounds of beskar at the end and began to spin the chain counter clockwise (So the bottom arc of the ball would be facing Darian) while spinning the handle in the same direction on an opposite cavitation of his body. circling to his left. He still said nothing, his eyes glued to Darian
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Post by Duke Australis on Jul 14, 2013 13:57:06 GMT -8
-Incoming encripted call on general Mandalorian military channel-
... om in, come in ... uke Austral ... nd Howler Squad are in the jung ... waiting for a when and how and ... this thing on? I mean ... pressing this button for ages and nothi ... Nono, thats the camera light, see it says R-E-C and that mea ... Oh.... Aaaah! Now I see its the ... So.... Anyone listening? ...
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Post by Corr on Jul 14, 2013 14:11:37 GMT -8
Holding his beskad out in front of him in an effort to be ready to ward off an attack with the devastating ball Darian began a slow sidestep, a circling move to his left, eyes never leaving the spinning chain. His left hand possessing the knife drifted around slowly, an almost hypnotic fashion, as he measured his opponent.
He hesitated as Dukes voice thrust itself into the duel, bubbling forth from both their helms, as well as the comms of half of the Mandalorians in attendance. The babbling chatter, typical Duke, spoke forth with no idea to the setting upon which it forced itself, caring nthing for the deadly conflict underway.
Darian looked at Ashrah, a grin forming on his face, then chuckled.
On the other side of the camp Mereel heard Dukes message and smiled. It was then that he noticed an urgent message from Sheva. How he hadn't heard it before he didn't know but... His eyes widened as he listened and held up a hand to forestall a question from Tray'sha. Soon he was running through the camp with the other Mando commander following with shouted questions in her mouth...
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Post by Ashrah on Jul 15, 2013 6:40:14 GMT -8
Ashrah could only shake his head slightly, his mouth quirking up in a grin. Bloody Duke. Even when he didn't know it he had the ability to make Ashrah chuckle. In a sudden movement, he launched the ball at speed just slightly left of Darian, into the path the other man would be moving, aiming for his chest, the chain feeding through his right hand. He stepped forward slightly, the distance between the two Mando's roughly 5 feet ( I think), setting his feet for a solid base. A much needed posture for weilding this weapon effectively.
He idly wondered where Mereel was. It was strange not having the man come as soon as Sheva msged him, which Ashrah was pretty sure she had. It mattered little. HE understood the Vhett boys needed something like this. The one thing they wouldn't get would be Ashrah's death. That was not for the to take.
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Post by Corr on Jul 15, 2013 7:31:16 GMT -8
The gathered Mando's crowed their mockery as Ashrah resorted to the sneak attack, seeking to take Darian by surprise. A murmur of interest rolled languidly over the audience as they anticipated some exotic play with Ashrah's unique weapon. Sheva stopped her protestations to frown and place a hand over her ear, trying to listen to the voice of Mereel. She fell back slightly, trying to distance herself from the shenanigans to better be able to hear their commander, a sigh of relief escaping her as she reaised he was on his way...
Darian abruptly stopped his sideways motion and turned his torso sharply in a counter-clockwise rotation so that the heavy metal ball swept past his left shoulder, skimming off the paint of his shoulder pauldron. Discarding his dagger, letting it drop towards the floor, his left hand snaked up to ram the forearm into the chain. With a twist of the limb and a grip with the crushgaunt the lower half was encased in, Darian sought to tie up the chain and gain a hold on Ashrah's weapon. With his side on posture he thrust out with his beskad, the tip stabbing towards Ashrah's face. While he was easily within range the extreme distance meant that Ashrah would likely have time to dodge quite easily though, with Darian tying up his weapon, perhaps any such dodge would put him on the back foot.
Not done with his creativeness Darian glanced down at the still dropping dagger and, with a deft kick of his left foot, sent the dagger spinning end over end towards Ashrah. He had very little control of its destination but hoped it would provide another distraction, or perhaps enable his sword strike to find its mark...
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Post by Ashrah on Jul 15, 2013 12:48:21 GMT -8
Darian reacted precisely as Ashrah figured the very fast man would. Darian grasped the chain and wrapped his arm around it. With his feet planted firmly, Ashrah pulled violently with his arm, using his prodigious strength to attempt to haul the man off balance once more. His torso pulled back, the beskad of the other man screeling along his chest plate. As he did this, his left arm snapped out, launching the handle end at Darians head while the mans sword arm would be roughly at full extention. This was done at the same time as the yank from his right arm. He exhaled a silent grunt, putting as much power as he could into the yank, his left hand allowing the chain to feed through as he launched the handle......
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Post by Duke Australis on Jul 15, 2013 15:59:02 GMT -8
There was a huge explosion of green above the camp, as a Tra'Kad with an unusual propulsion sistem hit the breaks in its landfall, and descended towards the camp. It was a wierd cubic design with cannons big and small looking out of every part of it. There was a huge furnace on its side that spewed green smoke as it descended and there was also the high pitch of nordic hero metal that was lauder and lauder as the ship grew closer. Pipes spewed green gas as they sounded a hailing whistle. The curious warmachine landed in one of the landingpads made by Duke and his helpers.
Soon commandoes spoured out of gunnery stations and hatches, inclouding a muscular and armoured female form wielding a warhammer with an inbuilt blasterrifle in its stock.-Olga Odinii- "Fifteen minutes rest and chow, then we get ready for WAR!" She yelled at her crewmates then turned around.-Olga- NOW, who can tell me where DUKE AUSTRALIS is!!?! spotting a larger crowd, and in the midst the helmet of the Mand'alore, she started off towards them. For some reason, the crowd just split in front of her as she yelled, taking her helmet off and showning long blonde hair, and a face so harsh and scarred from many fights, it was a stretch to call it optically pleasant.-Olga- "QUIT YOUR PRACTICING YOU TWO! We gots a war to fight! Mand'alore! What do you need blasted, and where is that shebs Duke Australis?" As she got to the fight, she slammed her hammer right onto the Mandalorian Field Kithcen denting it considerably. It was meant to be, She knew who it belonged to. Duke would deal with a slight risp on its paintjob as a deadly insult. She got attention, that is sure.
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Post by Corr on Jul 16, 2013 14:18:04 GMT -8
Darian managed to secure a hold on the chain, thereby negating the effectiveness of the weapon somewhat. Any congratulatory thoughts were short lived however as Ashrah's freakish strength came into play. Just as the man, because that's what she looked, sounded, and "probably" pissed like, yelled out for them to stop their dance Ashrah yanked the Concordian forward with a savage jerk of his arm. Darian barely had time to react to the move, the momentum caused his body to twist clockwise and therefore avoiding the extended handle of the chain. The retractable blade scratched along the beskar of his chest with a high-pitched screech, digging a furrow in the matte grey metal. Crashing towards Ashrah he went, sword flailing along behind him, useless in this circumstance. The only thing he could do was fire a turning kick, robbed of any serious power, towards Ashrah's left rib area as the two came together in a tumultuous collision.
Sheva winced as the two crashed together and stared incredulously at the testosterone-laced woman that had shouted the command. Who the hell was that, she thought to herself as she cast around to see what direction Mereel would be approaching for. There he was, pushing his way through a crown that now numbered nearly all the Vhett commandos, as well as a few vode from the other clans.
She began to edge towards and intercept position...
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Post by Ashrah on Jul 18, 2013 6:26:16 GMT -8
Ashrah did the only thing he really could in this situation. If he hadn't had a hold of his Chain he would have just caught and threw Darian. As it was, both his hands were full. So, as the two men crashed together, Ashrah dropped to his back, tucking his legs up, rolled over backwards, and threw his legs out as hard as he can over top of his body, attempting to launch the other man ass over tea kettle. The kick Darian threw at him hit him in the ribs but lacked any real power to do damage, but it still would bruise. He pushed himself to his feet and spun in the direction he hoped the other man had flown, pulling his chain back to him with his left hand quickly...
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Post by Corr on Jul 25, 2013 5:30:03 GMT -8
Darian was dragged forward savagely, once again nonplussed by the awesome strength Ashrah possessed. Ashrah's legs came up to further propel the Vhett Assassin, causing a harsh exhalation as they thudded home in his lower abdomen. Over he went but, like a tenacious spaniel, Darian hung on tight to the chain, using the anchor to arrest his momentum. The result was that he flew over Ashrah, snapped to a halt, and flipped end over end to land flat on his back with a grunted curse. At one point they would probably both be lying on the floor with their heads very close to touching, but neither would stay prone for long...
Darian spun to his feet in a near mirror of Ashrah's move and also yanked on the chain. Lacking the strength of his opponent he was pulled forward, but was expecting it this time. He used the momentum to bounce forward and throw his fist, wrapped in the chain, towards Ashrah's center of mass, using Ashrah's own strength as a weapon as well as a guide to see the blow home. With Ashrah's own motion dictating the strike Darian hoped it would prove even more difficult for the other man to avoid the strike at his chest.
Darian grinned at the contest, no longer recalling the strife and resentments that had led to it.
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Post by Ashrah on Jul 25, 2013 8:23:41 GMT -8
He felt the tension on his chain and knew the crafty Mandalorian was going to attempt something epic. He wasn't disappointed. Not even trying to suppress the grin that plastered itself to his face, Ashrah planted his feet as the slack suddenly appeared when Darian used the momentum to basically superman punch him in the chest. It was a brilliant tactic. But it did have a flaw. As Darian's fist crashed into Ashrah's chest, dead center and with much force, Ashrahs right fist was extended, having just dropped his sword for this exact move just now, curled knuckles aimed for the side of the mans head. The sound of Darians fist on his chest plating was like a thunder clap and even with his feet firmly planted, his own massive strength pushing against, he was driven back 5 or six steps, stumbling. The momentum coupled with Darians own wiry strength was immense. Ashrah felt a bruise already forming on his chest where the fist connected, and he laughed. A genuine heartfelt diaphragm laugh..........
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