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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2013 12:02:47 GMT -8
Eralam wasn't about to let the Mando get him in the guard. He already had his legs dug in, so to keep the Mando from digging him off, he used the hydraulic power of his legs to squeeze, trying to compress the human's chest. He was pretty sure he heard something, maybe a rib, pop on impact. Compressing the chest would (hopefully) neatly circumvent the armor's protective abilities, as the plates were generally designed to protect the internal organs from blaster bolts and the like, and while the padding was good for stopping sharp impacts, steady pressure should be fine. It also afforded a very, very sturdy grip.
Meanwhile, the Shard tossed his revolver off to the sideand tried to grab the human's left arm, since it was being nice enough to reach up and pull his head down. He allowed his upper body to be pulled forward, as it would place even more weight on the damaged chest, and tried to manipulate the arm into a bent arm bar. If it worked, he'd be able to dislocate the arm at the shoulder with a quick burst of mechanical strenghth.
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Post by Ashrah on Aug 1, 2013 6:37:20 GMT -8
His left arm strained. He was strong, but Eralam was a bloody robot......He reached out to his right with his right hand, grasping for his blade. His fingers curled around the hilt as his arm was starting to scream in pain, and he tried to jam the tip of the blade into the armpit of Eralams left arm, looking to slice through some servos or other important robotic bits. His chest was on fire and breathing was proving difficult at this point, but all he needed was a small opening......
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2013 8:26:02 GMT -8
As both of his arms were currently occupied, Eralam had no physical means of blocking the strike. Instead, he threw up a wall not unlike the kind used to deflect projectiles with the Force. Such walls typically never lasted more than a second or two, and relied to the projectile's own momentum to do the work rather than trying to stop them dead, so they aren't exactly taxing. And while Eralam didn't know about his opponent's partial immutity to the Force, he did know that he didn't have to stop the blade cold, just cause it to glance off for a second. The wall was angled towards the rear, meaning that a successful deflection would send the blade behind the Shard's back, where it couldn't do much damage. Whether or not it would work remained to be seen.
If it was, then game over, because Eralam ratcheted up the pressure on the arm. Dislocating it would be lovely, but the Shard knew this fight couldn't go on forever. He wasn't trying to simply dislocate the arm from the shoulder. He was trying to rip. It. off. He had the pure mechanical strength to do it, and the leverage too. But to have a chance at working, that blade would have to miss.
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Post by Ashrah on Aug 1, 2013 8:57:05 GMT -8
The blade glanced sideways, and Ashrah screamed. HIs arm was being torn from its place of residence. Fuck. That. Using his preternatural strength, inhuman focus, and the sudden rage fueling his pain ravaged body, he fought through the searing agony, and jammed the blade again at the same spot, as hard as he could, at the same time shoving his ups up. He was strong enough he should be able to at the very least wobble the damn Force Using Robot. He sent another shiver of pain through his shoulder as he tried to pull his left arm towards his own body to alleviate some of the pressure. It was all he had left.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2013 9:27:07 GMT -8
As the blade glanced off the barrier, Eralam figured it wouldn't be wise to give his opponent a second shot at stabbing the potential weak spot. To that end, he twisted at the hips, trying to bring his right leg up onto the Mando's chest, with the knee planted in the throat or on the face, it didn't really matter. Meanwhile, his shin and foot should be splayed out, resting atop the wiley bastard's arm, pinning it in place if all went well. And if the arm was still free, well, it was welcome to stab at the armored back until the cows came home.
This, of course, allowed the Shard to apply more torque to the trapped shoulder. And to top it all off, Eralam sits up, applying yet more force. If that didn't do the job, nothing would.
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Post by Ashrah on Aug 1, 2013 12:23:18 GMT -8
Eralam twisted and gave himself to a semi-awkward position, and Ashrah no longer had the armpit as a target. Instead, he used the last of his considerable strength to shove his right arm up and at Eralams neck, in the 'soft' spot. Relatively speaking. He used the twisting motion and pressure on his arm to propel his upper body as far forward as he could, grunting with pain and effort. He felt his arm crack, then pop, and his vision went all sideways for a second. Black. White. Red. Sound. No sound. Then.....Pain. And he screamed again. Why? Well fuck. His arm just got ripped off. You would scream too. Don't pretend you wouldn't!!! I would call you a liar and an asshole.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2013 12:36:29 GMT -8
Can't argue with the man. I'd scream like a bitch. Getting stabbed in the neck isn't fun either, but I'm not Eralam. That dude's stoic as fuck. Also, he's metal.
Moving on.
The blow would have been fatal to a human, but Eralam simply isn't human. The blade lodges in his neck, actually getting stuck in the reinforced "spinal column." Now that took considerable strength, and if his opponent was given the opportunity to capitalize on the opportunity, it might seriously have a chance at removing the head. This wouldn't be fatal, but the Shard would be fighting blind.
Probably a good thing that when the arm popped loose, the Shard went backwards, hard. His positioning, while effective for leverage purposes, was awkward as fuck for balance, and once its purpose was served, he went arse over teakettle, still clutching the limb. He wasn't sure at which point the blade came out. It might have fallen out in the tumble or it might still be in the Black Knight of the Mando's hand. Who knew? He sure didn't. All he knew was that he couldn't move his head, his hearing was dead on the right side, and that he had a new trophy for the mantle.
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Post by Ashrah on Aug 2, 2013 11:41:57 GMT -8
His blade was indeed still clamped in his hand. Not that it did him any good. He crawled slowly to his hand and knees, using his blade to push himself to his feet, his left shoulder pumping blood. He wobbled, using his blade as a cane. He took one step forward. Then two. Then three. then suddenly he was running. Not because he wanted to, but because his body hated him, and he was falling forward trying to stay up right. He crashed to the dirt covered arena floor face first, his mind screaming at him to get up, but his body saying "Fuck that. We're done here." And just like that, everything went dark. Kevin had finally paid Rob back for taking Eralams arm before. Now only one thing remained.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2013 12:15:34 GMT -8
OOC: Discussed and approved via Facebook
It was all over but the finale. By all rights, Eralam should rip the head off too and play a bit of golf, but that would be stupid. Perfectly good business opportunity here, after all.
But first, to keep the big guy alive. To that end, Eralam drew his lightsaber and deftly cauterized the stump. The Mando wouldn't bleed out now. Next step: fight off infection. The Shard pulled out a syringe with his own special immune boosting cocktail from a medkit on his belt and stuck the needle into the stump.
And then he broke out the business card.
Eralam's Explosives Emporium
Custom weapons for any need!
Galactic Marketplace, Dressel
And then he summoned the BFG from its resting place in the sand and placed it across Ashrah's chest. The business card went between the weapon and the armor, to keep it from being blown away.
"My work here is done."
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 6, 2013 9:18:43 GMT -8
Well that was a fun duel. I followed it eagerly the whole time. Big guns, big boys and big egos. It always ALWAYS makes for a fun read and this was no disappointment.
Eralam the Space Ninja wins!
What can I say, right from the start he took the initiative and just kept it rolling his way. Not to say that Ashrah did not try to wrest it back in his favour a few times but its really hard to get out of a bear hug with a robot. I really dug that short little back and forth near the start and I couldn't help but chuckle periodically through the duel. You both took damage accordingly, and when push came to shove you took it like a champ. If you need help being an amputee I will give you a hand (If you have questions PM)
Good job gentleman and I look forwards to reading your duels in the future.
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