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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 13, 2013 10:35:36 GMT -8
Darian vs Xeonon
Weapons that you normally use. You can use the force. Armor is cool. Standard rules. Judges choice of scenario
4 - Airine na Comhrac Dorchadas
A dull wind blows the sand in waves across the arena floor as the crowd stamps it's feet in impatience to see this match. Normal people taking time out of their day to watch as two men fight and die for their pleasure. There was intensity in the air, an electric feeling of surging bloodlust running through the audience turned mob. The Durasteel walls stand high and strong with Togorian Headhunters standing atop them, more to prevent rioting than to keep cowardly fighters within the arena. Spreading inward from the walls the sands are riddled with rocks of all sizes and shapes, potential weapons or hiding places for some. And in the center sits the emblem of the Xendorian Guard, polished and smooth, visible from any corner of the arena. At either end of the arena doors open to elevators which lead below to the armory and storage area for the arena. Standing out from the seats the judges dias looks down upon the field, obscured in shadow but lurking figures sit in waiting, holding the lives of the competitors in the palm of their hands. This was a place of blood and combat, a place where fate was tested by those who dare to challenge it. This was the Airéine na Comhrac Dorchadas.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 18, 2013 18:26:19 GMT -8
As Xeonons elevator opened the crowd roared in anticipation. Several weeks ago the Imperial Knight had been captured by the local baron who had risen up to control the planet while on a mission. Starting out at the bottom as a slave Xeonon had fought literally tooth and nail to where he was now; working his way to the elite gladiators. Since then he had been given back when he had been captured with under the belief that he had grown a blood lust for this type of battle. It was quite the contrary, he was still waiting for the opportunity to get away. To strike at his would be masters. To fuck with them in any way.
Walking out of the elevator he raised his right hand, in it was his trusty power hammer which in his mechanical hand felt almost as weightless as the lightsaber located on the small of his back. A Adumari sword on his left hip Xeonon also had his custom made shield on his back and a large bore pistol on his chest plate. As for his Imperial Knight armour, it was blackened from many different pot shots from lower class duelists but otherwise intact.
On his right hand (the one holding the hammer) was a ring. Given to him by Dragus it had a strange ability to make his voice seem louder and emanate from more than one place at once. Plus it looked cool and went well with his solid gold eye patch. Who dares challenge the Solomon!
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jun 19, 2013 7:13:06 GMT -8
"Ni liser susular gar, bur'cya," Darian muttered as he strode out from the bloodsoaked elevator, his gait swaying as if he were drunk; and in some manner of speaking, he certainly was. Kad's own fury had taken him deep within the bowels of the arena, several corpses piled in silent reverence to his god. He had lit them ablaze with a pyre, and now, he stank of blood and ash, soot and death. His eyes were glazed like a durhang addict's, but they seemed lazily intent on the Knight ahead of him. "K'uur!" The command came like a hiss and bellowed outward ominously over the crowd, who in expectation of grandiose catcalls between opponents, had fallen silent, awash in the rhythm of some ancient rite.
He was a bestial creature, arms clad in black beskar'gam gauntlets, Gorehound- his tomahawk- leaking blood down into the sand callously, drawing a line toward the center with every step. The fingers of his right hand twitched in anticipation (or was that something else entirely?) as he brought the weapon deftly up, spitting on the floor between them to issue his challenge. The gob of bloody spit landed with a sickening splat, and his lips turned up in a genuinely terrifying smile.
"Jurkadir ni, ad. Ni jorso'ran gar runi bah Kad." His grim smile faded into oblivion, and it was replaced with a vacant expression, malice set deep behind jade eyes. The rattle of his chain cloak against his movements wove a song of despair, and he spun the axe masterfully in his left hand, striding forward to greet the Imperial Knight with the axe head now crashing down, in a diagonal slash from left to right at Xeonon's shoulder...
But things were never always as they seemed, were they?
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 19, 2013 11:04:52 GMT -8
Great a Mandalorian. That was his only though, sure the armour was there but it was his words. Xeonon could not understand a word that was said however the words were obviously that of the warrior race. Of course they just happened to be at war to boot, fucking Ashrah and your wish to eradicate force users. Good thing he worked closely with such a person that could speak it. Yelling out Xeonon hoped that his omnipotent pall Corr Vhett deemed him worthy of watching his comlink that was hidden in the arena Yo Master Vhett whats this person saying! I no spreken the Mandolarian. Not waiting for his answer Xeonon ran to meet the armoured figure his hammer now in both hands as the slash came down towards him Xeonon began his own reaction. As the ax swung down to cleave him in half, Xeonon bent down his right foot ahead of him. Pivoting on the foot he felt the resounding thud hit the shield. Sure it was not forged beskar but it had the next best thing. Phrik. As the blade smashed the the shield it took all of his power not to be sent sprawling on the floor.
Completing his pivot Xeonon bent back up his hammer held in both hands, using both his momentum and the servomoters in his right arm Xeonon tried to smash to blunt end of the power armour into the back of Darian. This weapon was originally used by miners to do their job and break through large chunks of stone, it was not until the rise of the empire that they had been used widely as weapons. They had been deadly on the stormtroopers there being able to destroy the lesser armour and send the person inside flying. Of course he was not going up against plastoid but it was always a good thing to get some distance.
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jun 19, 2013 21:23:20 GMT -8
Gorehound gave a shrieking wail as it met with resistance, but the hollow thud was short lived. The shield met with the tomahawk only fleetingly, as Darian fluidly, blood spewing from the edge of the weapon with an accompaniment of sparks. He'd taken the bait, the knight had. The shield raised between the furious tomahawk and Xeonon- yeah, that'd been the idea- but the man left his face exposed. And the fingers of his right hand curled into a fist as he punched it forward, closing as much of the gap between them as he could, attempting to make the strike inescapable.
The axe circled round into a guard as the hammer wheeled around, and he caught the neck of the weapon in between the blade and the handle of Gorehound, jerking the tomhawk and twisting his body to guide the destructive weapon harmlessly out to his side. And then came the shrill cry of the wrist laser. In the frantic melee, it was all too easy to lose track of subtleties. Darian Beviin had become a master of those subtlties in another life. Before his god had taken him.
A streak of brilliant red, a stain of crimson in the perfect world that existed between them, the lethal bolt ripped through the short distance between them, intended for Xeonon's face. Kad would have his fill of blood today. Darian's eyes burned with an intensity that promised it.
And for the second of uncertainty that followed, eyes slowly blinking and a prayer silently escaping him toward Kad, Darian let go of everything else in his mind and believed.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 20, 2013 9:25:39 GMT -8
As he rose up Xeonon could not help but close his eye just as the punch struck him right in the nose. Part in combination of adrenaline and his cybernetic implant the punches effect was not as harsh on him. Not to say he did not escape the effects, just the pain. His nose broke, the cartilage breaking under the metal gauntlet with an audible crack followed by the blood a few moments later. Still his continued up with his swing until the resistance was met, standing upright again the blaster bolt struck him dead center of his face.
Xeonon was a master of a (not so) rare art of the force. Force Absorb. This ability was actually something few people learned, it was more written in their DNA something inside of them that they indistinctly knew how to do. As the shot touched his skin it blistered it but the heat and the energy of the shot was absorbed into his flesh filling him with life. Although the blast was small in comparison to many things it was still a lot of energy to take in all at once and soon that good feeling began to be replaced. The longer he held onto the energy burning inside him the more it turned from a wonderful feeling, to that of a terrible feeling. He needed to get rid of the energy and fast, removing his grip from the hammer with his left hand Xeonon used the force move known as force Blinding.
From his palm emanated a brilliant white light, brighter than the sun and all the stars. It was pure, it was good it was what his force aura looked like. The bright light had a nasty effect on a persons eyes and could blind them for some minutes if they were unprepared for such an event. What Xeonon needed was time, and space to think and get his bearings.
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jun 20, 2013 13:27:30 GMT -8
The crunch of his fist slamming into the man's face did not faze Darian in the least; where most men would celebrate such a destructive strike, the first and second parts of the combination only stood to set up the finish. The energy was swallowed whole by the forcie- he had heard of such things, but seeing it was another thing altogether. Both pathetic and fascinating at once-Darian commended the creature for saving his visage for ruination. But, it was said, dodging one deathblow merely opens up another.
The man's face recoiled from the blow, even if his body did not, and the shutting eye was an opening of immense proportion. The High Priest's arm shot all the way across, forearm twisting as the arm snaked around to lock around the Knight's neck, Darian's right fist attempting to lock up against Xeonon's right scapula.
As he did this, Darian twisted his hips into the motion, bringing his knee up toward the small of Xeonon's back. Wrenching backward on his right arm as he slammed his knee upward like a piston, he sought to rip Xeonon off the ground, Darian's own weight drifting backward, and drive the Knight head first into the ground.
The pain of his retinas burning and the blurring of his vision did not deter his motion. Darian screamed in abject rage and defiance as the sorceror's trickery rendered him blind, but Kad was not unkind this day. If the man sought to steal from Darian of Clan Beviin, he would pay with his own life. The blood curdling scream from deep within the Mando's soul did not subside. It would never subside.
Gorehound saw it's own chance, too, hungering just beyond Darian's arm. If Xeonon sought to rip his grip away, Darian would slit his throat. He knew the man might do so in desparation. Man often did. That was the difference between man and Mandalorian. That was the gulf between warriors and the children of Kad.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 21, 2013 16:21:22 GMT -8
SHIIIIIIIITTTTT
Twas his only thought as the Mandalorain went to throw him to the ground, two heavy men draped in heavy armour would create a huge boom. As the arm went around his neck there was no time to stop it, so he just ducked his chin. Releasing the grip in the hammer Xeonon brought his right hand up and tried to grab onto the elbow of his attacker. As he was swept off his feet Xeonon began to apply pressure with his hand. He could feel the armour that was there, and he vehemently hoped that it was just normal metal and beskar. If the former option, as he hoped well the pressure would increase until he could push no further. What he was attempted to do was simple, crush the arm, flesh muscle and bone. Hopefully the combined function of the servomotors and repulsion field would be enough to crack through. Of course if not well we will cross that bridge later.
If indeed Xeonon did manage to get a hold of the arm then both men would fall to the ground with Xeonon being on the bottom and if not well only one would go crashing.
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jun 21, 2013 17:03:03 GMT -8
Unlike most beskar'gam, Darian's robes were links of chain that flowed, rather than remaining stationary. Yes, this offered less outright protection from piercing weapons, but when grappling, if someone were to grab it, well...
Clank... clink...clink...
Xeonon grabbed a handful of the beskar links, and the loud crunching of metal that resisted being crushed by force upon the addition of pressure caused a good deal of annoyance, the scraping of the servo-powered digits over flesh digging out the outermost dermal layer and splashing blood outward. Crimson painted the black colored links, now reflecting sunlight from high above cackled hellishly like a demonic suit of armor as they came crashing down.
Darian's arm pried backward, the added peeling of Xeonon's hand assisting him in his terrifying purpose. Gorehound's beskar edge clanged furiously against chain as it skimmed the underside of his own arm, hacking toward the knight's naked throat as a twisted form of insurance, the blinded Beviin using his own body to guide the strike true. If the impact that Darian anticipated to follow did not come, then he would be in trouble.
Kad, guide my blade...
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 21, 2013 18:44:13 GMT -8
Im freeeee, free fallen! As Xeonon was in the air the optimist in him was happy, thinking of this as a perfect opportunity to bring the fight back to his side. Of course that would take a hell of a lot of skill and a dash of luck. Or was it reversed? He didnt know but what Xeonon did know was that he saw the glint of the deadly metal coming to bite his tender flesh.
As the axe was at its climax Xeonon reached up with his free arm, catching the shaft (just below the head) of the blade with his gauntleted left hand it seemed like this was going to be a fight of muscle and fate had been kind to Xeonon. Back probably ten years ago he had been kidnapped by a shadowy organization where they replaced parts of his body, the whole right arm and added in a cardio muscular package. The idea was to test the effect on a force user, to bad the people were no longer alive to see the results. This specific cybernetic gave him the abnormally huge strength, and pushing against the shaft to keep it from hitting his throat took all said strength to keep it from getting any closer.
Umph. Loosing his breath as he was literally between a rock and a hard place things had started to look good for Xeonon. He couldnt let it go to head, especially when it was focused on two things; breathing and how to press the offensive. The first of those two options was actually really hard considering the blood that had been spilling down his face was now pooling in his throat. His body jarred as he layed there all his muscles tensing from the lack of air and the shock of it all. Had it not been for his own armour Xeonon probably would not have been able to breath back in, but it held the weight of the man on top of his well.
Not feeling the bone crunching underneath Xeonon realized that this was indeed the patented armour of a Mando and do that he decided to put the pressure down still, but twist as well. That was part one. Part two was rather gross, and he hoped that in his next life he could be forgiven for what he was about to try to do. Crooked nose and bloody lower face Xeonon raised his neck up and towards the Mando who (I hope) didnt have his helmet on (if so PM and I will do something else) and went to clamp down hard on the soft fleshy part on the side of his neck. The Jugular. If Xeonon did get a hold of said flesh well he would clamp down and hard trying to bite his way into the warm fluid hidden within.
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jun 24, 2013 6:17:17 GMT -8
Relinquishing Gorehound as they impacted the ground, Darian went with the backward momentum, ducking his head to his chest. Writhing and wriggling out of the chain mantle that ensnared the two of them together, the Priest blinked the tears from his currently useless eyes. The colors had all come back, but they blurred together. Fucking magic.
And what was that forcie doing? If Darian were able to see more than shapes, disjointed and flooding together, he would have sworn the bastard was trying to take a bite out of the arena sand. Shaking his head as he reached blindly down and seized the handle of his Ripper, Darian took a deep breath. He knew the general direction, and he could hear the labored breathing. Now, he just needed to take the shot.
Squeezing on the trigger and aiming in the direction he had just come from, whipping his arm up, Darian loosed three rounds toward what he assumed would be a still-recovering forcie in armor. The shots wouldn't be much in the way of accurate- no real specific targets- just the blob of mass Darian was perceiving at the moment.
The kinetic impact from a Ripper could certainly dent most armors, and hell, the probably already dazed Xeonon certainly wouldn't benefit from any of the collateral damage. But hell- who knew? Darian was up on one knee now, shirtless and unarmored. It was a waiting game- he had to buy time for his vision to return, or kill the forcie before he could fully recover.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 26, 2013 9:00:18 GMT -8
Yuumy! Nothing tastes better than a mouthful of dirt. On the plus side Xeonon had gained himself a new set of armour. Of course this was a minor victory, for when Xeonon looked up he saw a gun pointed at his general direction. The first shot went wide by just a few inches, missing his stomach. The second shot was dead on hitting him just to the left of his belly button. AHHHHHHH The bullet had done more than just dent the armour it had actually found a kink in it, where two pieces met. The round ripped through his body getting lodged in him and leaving a nice battle wound. Throwing the chain mail up in the air it probably saved his life as the round got caught on the armour and it flew out of the way.
Breathing heavily Xeonon reached over onto his chest and took out his own gun. Fuck this shit he though as he took aim and fired the big bore Enforcer Pistol. His right cybernetic arm compensating for the kick back the shot flew towards the chest of the mandalorian. Holding back tears and coughing up blood Xeonon shot again lower this time towards the stomach as he stood up his face a mask of hatred. You fucking prick, I will kill you and you will meet Kad yourself.
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jun 26, 2013 10:54:10 GMT -8
It was starting to come back to him now- tears welled up beneath his eyes, atop the dark bags that plagued the Priest had begun to dispel the frailties of blindness. The scene was a largely clouded mess, but he could hear everything perfectly. His left gauntlet dug into the sand as his first shot went wide, teeth clenching as his feet dug into the ground. By Darian's second shot- which he heard make some sort of contact- the High Priest had risen up just slightly, getting his weight high, and letting his muscles prepare for the next rapid movement.
His final shot left the barrel of the Ripper just as his legs kicked off the ground. The sound of the round hitting chains told Darian a story that he was utterly fine with- the aruteii would not be using his armor against him today. With a thunderous roar, a bullet ripped through the fabric of reality in Darian's wake, and the loud discharge of the weapon sent a ripple down the Mandalorian's spine. Excitement, more so than fear.
He came out of the roll fast, sand coming off him in droves, his left hand moving in a blur toward his waist on the right, ripping the Khyber knife free from it's resting place and into his firm grip. He was still running as he did- out to the left of Xeonon, running at a forty five degree angle past the man- and he twisted his body mid-run, his weight transferring to his shoulders as he began to fall- with purpose- backward. He made out the dodgy shape of the man, and with the Ripper in his right hand, he let loose another round.
Darian had heard the man's words after the shot, but only now did he waste breath giving answer. As his back crunched against sand, bones set to shivering from raw impact, bloodied wounds weeping from his arm where Xeonon's fingers had torn them free, Darian rolled a second time, the recoil of his shot sending him heels over head faster than a normal roll. One foot and one knee dug into the sand now, momentum dragging Darian backward and away from his prey as he slammed his left fist toward the ground to steady himself, snorting indignantly. "In war, everyone loses," he intoned with a snarl. "Everyone save Kad. Kill me if you can, forcie."
Almost. He could almost make the scene out perfectly now. There were many feat between them- at least fifteen- and Darian's heart was beating like a war drum, his heart rate rising like the tide. He lived for this- for a battle that forced him out of his armor. This was the end for one of them, most assuredly. Darian's eyes were glazed over now with psychotic purpose, burning like jade fire. "Jurkadir ni, besom."
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 27, 2013 18:38:37 GMT -8
As Xeonon stood up he felt an unfamiliar weight in his left hand, then it struck him. He still had the ax in his hand, which hopefully meant that his opponent was for the most part unarmed. Of course this was a Mandalorian so Xeonon expected guns coming out the bum hole. Putting the gun back in his holister Xeonon began to walk through the pain. 15 feet of pain. During the trudge Xeonon pulled out the sword that had been resting on his right hip.
The tip of the blade began to glow a bright blue. This weapon; a Blastsword was connected to a energy weapon on the top much like the gun from ANH that is used to stun Leia. He was still a good distance away and each step he took was harder and harder to take, the gun shot wound had really taken a toll on Xeonon. Now within ten feet of Beviin Xeonon touched the top of the blade with the hatchet shooting out a blast of blue energy that would hopefully stun his opponent.
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jun 27, 2013 20:41:19 GMT -8
Blinking once, then twice as the world came into existence once more, the clouds of flash-induced blindness fading from him after what seemed like an eternity, Darian found his feet, and the man now rising slowly to face him. A grim smile set itself on the Priest's face; the need for evasion had finally ended. Each movement the Knight made to rise and move toward him- pained as it was, and slow as a result- found Darian's new purpose steeled. The Khyber knife spun in his palm expertly, his own steps assisting in the abolition of the gap between them as his adversary drew out a new weapon.
"Gorehound howls only for it's master," Darian spat in contempt, discharging the final two rounds of his Ripper into the ground before tossing it uselessly to the ground, where it clattered and came to rest. He was running now, the man bringing the tomahawk over top of his sword, aiming as though he were going to fire a weapon...
And with a ferocious scream that pierced the veil, Darian brought the knife slamming downward toward the wrist of the hand clutching Gorehound, intent on severing tendons- little would he know that there were none to be had, but it would still serve to prevent the man from twisting around to fire at the Mando if it connected.
A large burst of blue- Darian recognized it immediately as a stun bolt- flared outward and dispersed after several moments, the outburst itself sending a sizzling crackle through the air that sizzled and caused a tingle down Darian's arm, where the charge had jumped from the weapon to his knife, and from his knife to his gauntlet, and the Priest felt a tingling in his fingers that caused his grip to waver, long enough that he stopped applying pressure to the weapon.
It clattered down Xeonon's armored arm and fell to the sand, but not before Darian took another fast step in with his right leg, a fast jab rocketing toward Xeonon's face, his left hand shaking out the numbness and drawing back into a chest level guard. He bounced on his toes and turned his hip into the punch to give it more power. Darian's green eyes were glazed now, his breath coming even faster now, the veins in his neck becoming more defined as blood pumped through him. As the stimulants in his system stirred even more.
Without the force, warriors learned to adapt to what they could not keep up with. Supernatural levels of speed and strength gifted for short periods by magic. Darian's body had been overexposed to drugs that had those sorts of effects and more, to the point where doctors believed he would not survive. And if he did survive, they said, his sanity would be whittled away until he was nothing more than a husk.
But Kad had found him. Kad had reshaped him, had turned him into something useful once more. Kad had given him new life, and now, a force user- not unlike the one who had driven him to despair in the beginning- threatened that gift. Darian would honor Kad, in this. In all things.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 28, 2013 18:33:12 GMT -8
Oh shit oh fuck. Thank the gods that the stun bolt had done its job, or else he would be probably be losing his left hand as well. Thank god for armour though as it did take much of the damage, the brittle Cortosis crumpling beneath the stab so that the tip of his weapon cut into flesh. For his left arm, at least at this time was still his; flesh and blood and bone and he felt the cold metal biting into his flesh causing him more pain than the gun shot.
It was more the force keeping Xeonon going at this time than it was his own body, he was pouring the energy into him trying to keep himself going but it was like burning a candle at both ends. It would help for a short while but in the long run he was truly fucked and it was only a matter of time before he fell, to tired to continue.
Thinking much the same as his opponet Xeonon was also on the offensive, stepping forward just as he was punched Xeonon pushed the pain aside. Ignoring the crack in his jaw, ignoring the inability to move it he pressed on. Using his own weapon against him Xeonon swung the hatchet like weapon down towards his opponents left side of the neck.
Whoah Deja Vu
He still had the sword in his other hand and should his attack not work Xeonon would step back with his left foot leaving the sword tip pointing towards Beviin its tip blue again waiting for the perfect time to pounce.
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jun 28, 2013 21:50:26 GMT -8
His jab connected, and as his fist withdrew, Gorehound came back at him- or was it that it was coming back to him? Several seconds would tell. As his right hand returned to guard, fingers unfurling into a claw, the hand snapped back out toward the wrist of the Knight. As this occured, Darian twisted his hips out to the right, looking to pull that arm wide of striking him.
Simultaneously, the left hand, still tingling but far more responsive now, jolted forward like a snake, over the outstretching arm of his opponent, slamming backward toward the man's Adam's apple with the blade of the hand. If he was successful in that strike, Darian would hopefully jerk his right hand backward and free Gorehound- but one thing at a time, right?
With all of these motions, Darian sought to keep himself out to Xeonon's left side, out of danger of being struck by the brilliant blue blade that the Knight seemed so eager to use. His left leg stepped in behind the Knight's left knee, and as he pressured in- hoping his attack was successful- he attempted to drive the Knight backward over his knee, taking the man with force to his back.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jun 30, 2013 12:27:08 GMT -8
Xeonon really did not have time to react to what was going on to his left hand. Instead he was focused on the pain coming from his throat. Oh it connected alright. His trachea being crushed from the blow to his throat. He couldnt breath try as he might. He could tell the end was near but Xeonon would meet his maker with his head held high.
He stood there his arms at his side he stared at his opponent. No the man who beat him. His eyes were glazing over now as he fought to stay upright. Weapons at the side of his body Xeonon awaited the final blow.
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Post by Darian Beviin on Jul 3, 2013 17:10:37 GMT -8
The resistance on Gorehound terminated at the precise moment of impact to Xeonon's throat- the man seemed to have shut down beyond the surreal ability to watch the end of his own life, some cruel trick of force magicks to show them the error of Arasuum's wicked craft. But Darian was relentless. His fingers ripped the tomhawk away from the suddenly no-longer-resisting grip of the Knight, shocking, brilliant green eyes ablaze with unholy fire. His hand twisted as the impact on Xeonon's throat collapsed the man's trachea- Darian had felt that kind of shattering of bone before, though in his mindless fervor, the Priest barely noticed.
The world had slowed down into a somber dirge, the sudden gasp from the crowd dragging out into a baleful chorus of woe as Darian's left hand ripped skyway, attempting to drive the man's chin up so that he would look toward whatever gods he kept as the deathblow came. "Tell your force gods," Darian whispered, his words deaf to even his own ears, "that Kad Ha'rangir's time has come. Your lot will wither and die, and not your heroes, not even your greatest of champions can stop it."
Gorehound ripped through the air with a sinister hiss, seeking to bite deep into the meaty tissue of his neck again and a again, sending blood, flesh and sinew flying in every direction. Darian let out a bestial howl as his mind faded and the murderous zeal of Kad descended upon his soul. In that instant, he became a conduit for his god greater than any forceling could boast that they canneled their magic.
The end might come swiftly for Xeonon- the last vestiges of humanity in Darian hoped it might. But the beast he had become no longer cared.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2013 12:43:58 GMT -8
Well shit.
For starters, pretty clear win for Darian here. He dominated the fight more or less from the start and went on to kill his opponent. The fight itself was short, sweet, and to the point.
Just a few things to discuss, and then we'll be on our way:
Darian, it felt like you were almost ignoring some of Xeo's attacks. A post cut can be a useful tool, but in the future you would do well to remember that, no matter how many times you punch a guy in the face, momentum is still a thing. If he's midswing when you punch him, he's still going to be in midswing after the fact, unless you're Corr. When Corr punches a man in the face, the man ceases to exist. One day you too might be that awesome. At any rate, you took down a GBA judge. Expect a challenge soon.
Xeo- What can I say man? You fought well and lost with grace. Some of your posts were a little hard to understand the first time through, but that's more a disconnect on my end than yours. You knew what the hell you said, and Darian seemed to as well, so keep doing what you're doing.
Anyway, feel free to shoot me a PM if you have any questions. Thanks guys.
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