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Post by Adi on Jul 9, 2013 16:03:57 GMT -8
You find yourselves inside of the legendary Dooku's Hanger, the site of the battle between Separatist Count Dooku and a trio of Jedi, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-wan Kenobi, and Yoda. High ceilings give and airy feel to the cave and gas release tubes run along all of the walls, letting out the natural gas of the planet in small measures. Two doors are on either side of the chamber, one leading to a maintenance room and corridor, the other leading to a fuel storage room. Currently there is not a ship in the hangar.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Jul 12, 2013 17:31:25 GMT -8
Life of the rightious woman is beset by the inequities and tyrany of evil man...
The X wing was badly piloted, that was clear from the way it moved. The nose jerked with movement, no smooth touches of a flying ace, not even the attempted subtly of a rookie flyboy. It was heading strait for the hangar, tying to hold a clear and steady flight pattern but was awfully flown still. Colision with the hangar was a sure thing. Too low altitude, too high speed for safe landing, just... a sloppy work of flymanship.
...Blessed is her who in the name of charity and good will sheapards the weak through the walley of darkness...
The inevitable came, and the ship hit the landingpad with most of its nose. The Tie broke in two at that point, the nose wanting to continoue along the landingpads vertical line, but since the back part was still aimed a bit downwards and it was outside the landinpad, it wanted to continue downwards to the soil of geonosis. Simply put, the ship broke in two. Lucky for its pilot (some would call her a butcher, more like) at that point all energy was cut from the ship, and it just floated forward into the hangar, its broken back side, engines and machinery mostly fell to its doom.
...Because she is truly her sisters keeper, and the finder of lost sheep...
The nose, cockpit and most of the wings continued to slide foward on the landingpad, screeching and spreading light as metal met metal in motion. Lost was the engines and as the nose entered the hangar, so were the wings that decided to stay for a short while more. Like an uninwited, unwanted guest, they hit the main door wall, the lasercannons breaking in two, and then into smitherines. No engines, no wings, and the paint was taking a good beating from the sliding on the floor and through the relatively large (but in this case just big enough) hangar door. The Xwing was soon unrecogniseable. Just a cockpit.
...And I will strike down upon thee...
The ever slowing slide of the cockpit ended, the hangar doors finally showing to be too narrow to hold for the chassis and the Cockpit was stuck, not moving no more. For a moment, silence was found, soon to be broken. The cockpit canopy blew open suddenly, the emergency sistems of the ship kicking in, trying to defend its unskilled and unworthy pilot. The pilot herself jumped out of the cockpit with the canopy.
...With Great Vengence And Furious Anger...
The thing jumping out of the cockpit was wrapped in a velvet cloth of dark purple, like a modern mummy. The female form well seen, and oh, so observed, but no skin was shown but around the eyes. Even those were hidden in protective goggles, capable of heat, night and normal vision. The Lekkus were wrapped together behind the Twileks head, looking more like a large boundle of hair held together. But it was not only skin that was hidden under the bondage of velvet, a gasmask, thin, barely seen under the velvet, but still there, covering mouth and nose. Hidden was also the slaves collar on the neck, installed with the usual sound distortion device placed right over the throat. Over the velvet, she was wearing a belt wich held her yellow lightsaber and on the back, two yellow smoke granades with a blend of yellow smoke and teargas.
More intresting was the claws. Atia had new gloves with long claws (about an inch). Durasteel razorsharp claws to cut and make bleed. Her combat boots also had blades on it. A hooking blade on the nose, resembling those of climbing boots, used for climbing mountain walls. Two inch long hooking blades going out from the nose of the boot. The belt also included the usual stealth and sound distortion that is expected of the Blademistress.
...Upon those who attempt to poison and destroy my sisters...
A double sommersault in the air, and a perfect landing with lightsaber allready in the left hand, Atia straitened herself, but she was no longer Atia.
She was something far more pure animalistic, a creature brought from the darkest thoughts and feelings of the slave Nameless, one wishing nothing else for the world just pain and suffering, purely for its own amusement. Let the world be as SHE was, an amusement for the stronger. SHE was stronger now, SHE was the Mistress. And nothing, not even the yellow one or her petty sisters will stand in the way for her sick and deprived amusements.
... AND YOU WILL KNOW THAT MY NAME IS THE MISTRESS, WHEN I LAY MY VENGENCE UPON THEE!
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Post by Zalgo on Jul 13, 2013 20:19:29 GMT -8
Zalgo appeared from the darkness of the cave, covered in the filth of his mind. There was little he could do to stop the bloodlust, to stop the desire to break another mind. This one was as dark as the rest, broken to pieces of herself much like the rest of the dark ones he'd seen before. He wanted to drink her mind like the rest, to slave her spirit to his and chain her.
"Another one arrives, ready to die. Another one comes, no more to fly. Another lost soul, unable to rest. Another broken mind, with naught but detest."
Zalgo shuddered to himself, feeling the darkness again. It felt so good to be free, to be so cruel. He is the monster that waits behind the wall, the centerpiece of the Hive-Mind of Chaos. He brought his right hand up to his face, gripping the saber in the cold phrik gauntlet. He squeezed, adding another set of marks to the weapon from the sharpened claws. His other hand was much the same, though down at his side and covered by his cloak. He leaned back and to his left, at an angle barely achievable by most beings. The mask of Am Dhaegar, a complex spell of dark magic which produced a black fog that only the user could see through, obscured his face, showing the truth of his form to be the personification of darkness alone. His darkness lacked malice or judgement, anger or rage. Zalgo killed willingly, and with no regret or joy, only those he knew could serve within his pantheon.
"Tell me, Dark Thing... What is it that you fear?" Zalgo spoke in an almost inaudible way, but with such power in his tongue that any could hear it. The sound that echoed through the cavern was fraught with the corruption within him, the screaming of a thousand broken souls being crushed and tortured. This was no illusion Zalgo produced, though he wasn't incapable. It was real, horrifyingly so.
"Will you join us?" He asked in the same voice, leaning further back until his head touched the cold, rocky surface. He slowly flipped on his head, bringing his feet back to the ground. A child's laughter escaped him for a moment that seemed to drag on, but was no longer than a second.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Jul 14, 2013 13:27:02 GMT -8
Twitching fingers, stratching the air, slow walk towards the newcommer. Its fingers ran the dance of claws, as it had immagined the flash between them allready. It would listen to the words, see if wisdom was in the brain. If she found it so, she might dine on it. it wondered how wisdom tasted. Poetic filler, the male was the stater of obviouses. Broken? Of course she was, and she would never be this perfect if she wouldnt be.'What do you fear?' the darkness in the Cloak asked."The list is shortening."
Her voice, altered by the sound distortion device screeched through the hangar.
It was sickening how alike the two were. Both hiding their skins from the prey, both speaking unnaturally, both claiming claws they did not grow.
Only it was atia that broke her slow walk forwards into a full out charge.WHAT DO I FEAR?
Rancor, clawing at my cage.
A cage, chained and locked
The windows of my prison
Ever widening in its walls.
I fear to leave my cage.
I fear the rancor outside.
The window of my prison
Ever widening to its claws.The Twileks charge was slightly zigzagging, not for her to be harder to hit (wich would be stupid.... or would it?) but to be able to change the direction of her momentum when needed to. She closed in fast, her lightsaber unlit before her, crossing diagonally upwards from her left hand. Would she not be cut in her charge, she would slash out from in front of her, towards the left in Zolgas abdomen height, trying to remodell his bowels.
She saw the gauntlet. Metal... good.
Charging in, she started focussing on his unarmed hands gauntlet, but only the gauntlet. While Atia was never able to use the powers that really harmed creatures, the thing that even Atia hid away had no scruples to go all the way. She just needed the right moment to release the attack, wich would use the metal in the gauntlet to crush the mans hand. Hopefully he wouldnt get ready for it as well as if she was trying to crush his hand. But, the time had not yet come. She wanted his hand crushed, she wanted to hear him scream. BECOME one of HIS fears...She screamed her usual warcry.She was kinda upset...
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Post by Zalgo on Jul 14, 2013 15:04:13 GMT -8
"Foolish."
Zalgo watched as she charged. The typical tactics of one more feral, one who has forgotten the finer points of combat. Zalgo stood and waited for her charge to meet him, taking a stance square with her, saber in both hands. At the last moment, as her slash came for his side, Zalgo stepped backwards, letting the blade whiz past him. His left hand took control of the saber, following her attack's path and pushing her blade further down. Zalgo's right hand aimed a Force Push at the hilt of the saber, intent on disarming the girl.
After the Force attack, Zalgo stopped on his back foot and bent forward, lunging in to put his shoulder into the charging woman's gut, should her momentum behave as physics would dictate.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Jul 14, 2013 15:48:57 GMT -8
The male batted away her prodding to the left and added a force push that seemingly missed her, that is why she didnt care much for it, it wasnt aimed at her body. Witch it missed. Her arm? It was hit, and slammed behind her the blade slashing backwards through the air. She did loose a little time with wich she could defend or attack with the saber. The saber itself didnt fall out of her hand, it was a part of her, just as the hand itself. Your lightsaber is your life, you dont have to be a jedi to know that.
She was more then happy to see that the male changed his lightsaber to the left hand. More then happy indeed.
She did change directions, Diagonally upwards. Her left foot (the one that happened to be the first just before impact) was pulled up quickly, all the way to her chest and kicked out towards the incoming shoulder, and more exactly the biceps. She wanted the slightly curved blade at the nose of her boot to taste flesh. As she did the kick, her torso leaned just a little bit to the the right, and she executed the combo.
Being nimble and fast, she aimed to pierce Zalgos shoulder with the boot blade on her left boot, and if hit, she would step down on that foot and jump with the one on the ground, aiming to pull the blade through his arm downwards and get higher in the air, as she would slash with her lightsaber, trying to duplicate Zalgo vertically (in his current, leant forward state, she was cutting at him from crotch to witchever rib that was turned backwards. The third and most important point of this combo was the fact that She was allready focussed in on Zalgos left hand, since it was the unarmed one when she started focussing, as as far as she knew, he had not noticed. She was leaned a little bit to the right, so she had full view of Zalgos left hand. She closed her own right, to visualise a force crush and at the same time she tried to squash the hand with the gauntlet phrik plates, adding some more power to the crush to make sure the lightsaber gets crushed too.
This way, Zalgo might loose his primary weapon and one hand, and also, while the crush was going on, he wouldnt be able to move it, if it hit, of course. He would not be able to counter Atias attacks with it, as she would use it just as he tried to defend with the saber. She would try to move the blade out of her way at the least, if her crush failed, because she herself had few defences against it.
Maybe the cybernetic bones of her right hand. But that would hurt.
That would ruin the game...
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Post by Zalgo on Jul 14, 2013 20:45:37 GMT -8
Aggression, aggression, aggression. What is it with the dark side these days, always so aggressive? Can one not simply passively enjoy the simple things in combat? It would seem not, and Zalgo was not in a favorable position for such a style anyway. His only option was to play with the fire and not allow himself to be burnt by it. Atia countered his guess by switching up her momentum slightly, but it didn't mean she wouldn't still be moving forward. And now, she was lifting one of her means of movement to meet him with a weapon.
"You Dark Ones really don't think.."
Zalgo dropped down in his lunge, putting his right hand to the ground to brace the oncoming roll. As his body descended, he turned with the roll, sliding beneath the woman's kick. His left hand followed through with a slash. His arm was fully extended, leaving the hilt just less than a foot away from her body. The slash was aimed down the center, with the blade's length extending up to her breastbone. As the roll continued, Zalgo would likely fall into the woman's other leg, pushing her down in a sort of tackle, knocking her forward onto her face due to how low the roll would be. That is, if she lived love enough to hit the floor.
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Post by Atia on Jul 15, 2013 14:50:21 GMT -8
She lost eye sight on the saber hand for a second as the male rolled, and his lightsaber hand was free to strike, no time to focus in an other force attack.
As Atias saber came down to strike, it turned to defence insted, sliding in between atia and the males blade. As her jump took her higher, and her leaning to the side got her into a spin, her body started to turn upside down over Zalgo, turning the forward momentum into upwards momentum. She pulled in her leggs and zalgo missed them with his tackle, but just barely.
Her sudden act to stop Zalgo with the lightsaber instead with the force got her the needed reaction time to catch zalgos blade in an awkward angle towards zalgo himself, and now atia could brace the weight of her torso against Zalgos blade and stop her torsos forward momentum. Every muscle pushing down towards him and pulling her leggs forward. She would have jumped past him but Zalgo was there to catch her.
JUMPY JUMPY CUTTY CUTTY BLEEDY BLEEDY
Like the lyrics to a house techno song...
Basically, if he continued his roll, with half her weight (about 35-40kg) on his one handed saber, she could get her own lightsaber closer to HIS body, and when his lightsaber ended, as it slid along Atias blade, it would let atias blade through to Zalgo and as the two blades would propably get closer to HIS body, then hers, she had a serious chance to pierce at his torso with a quick jab.
LANDY LANDY CUTTY CUTTY BLEEDY BLEEDY
...That really freaky kind of techno from germany...
Her right hand went to her back, and nimble fingers found one of the smoke granades ignition pinns, and pulled. The smoke at once wailed out of its top, strait towards Zalgo. The strong yellow teargass would hurt both eyes and respetory organs causing heavy caugh and tearing, burning sensation to eyes and lungs on most sentient spicies. The granade was still strapped to her belt though. Right hand swung back at once and was ready to counter any unforseen attacks with the force.
SMOKY SMOKY CUTTY CUTTY BLEEDY BLEEDY
...the Happy Hardcore kind...
Her body tensed up, and she kicked out with her leggs upward to let them gain momentum, and her leggs swung around overhead, getting ready to land just where Zalgo was rolling from. With all the spinning and twirling, she would land on her feet turned towards Zalgo.
She manadged to hold her lekkus close to her back. In combat, they were like cats ears, pulled backwards, protected by the body at all time.
Since atia was doing the original and well recognisable banshee whailing, Zolga was crunching letters from his gutt. Basically the discussion between the two of them sounded more like a pair of really bad deathmetal singers were screeching their vocal cords at eachother.
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Post by Zalgo on Jul 17, 2013 22:29:50 GMT -8
Zalgo smiled as his opponent seemed to break the laws of physics, pulling in her second leg though her momentum seemed not to allow that. Zalgo felt her put weight onto his blade as his slash came in. Rather than try to fight her parry and allow her to reverse it, Zalgo let her weight push his blade down and flipped his grip from a backhand style to forehand, letting the blade become perpendicular to her's. This allowed him to block without needing to hold up any of her weight.
His roll continued, leaving him out of her attack range and behind her. He sprang to his feet and shot out his hand. A short moment later, a powerful Force Push aimed to hit what should be a just now landing Atia, strong enough to throw her into the wall previously behind Zalgo.
"You are strong, but your mind cannot handle finesse. It's a tad disappointing. I'm almost considering not taking your soul into my pantheon. You are not worthy of it." Zalgo disengaged his light saber, waiting for his mind games to take hold. It wouldn't be a matter of if, but how she attacked.
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Post by Atia on Jul 19, 2013 18:46:26 GMT -8
The smoke had not spread so thick yet, so she wouldnt see the male reach out his hand towards him. Instinctively she pushed towards him herself, not because she forsaw a force push, but because the attack can counter many things that can be done with the force. Her right hand was ready to counterattack anyways, and as the two forcepushes met the smoke was blown away.
It is not often you actually can SEE a manifestation of the force. It is an invisible power mostly, and to be granted the glory of seeing its pattern, of actually seeing the wave of force with your own eyes, not just feeling it was incredible. The yellow smoke soread out to allow better vision between the two opponents, but Atia, or rather, the more beastly purple entity in her crayzed and broken mind did not give Zalgo any mind. She was puzzled to see the waves of the force, as the smoke drew lines in the air, showing exactly where the force had manifested itself. Like paint following the movement of water. It was beautifull.
She lost a second there... But only a second.
The saber in her hand hummed up, and suddenly her focus was back on Zalgo. She charged again, the saber swinging in ziggzaggs in front of her, yellow smoke spreading behind her as if she had a rocket on her back.
Also, when the two forcepushes met, the smoke did spread more, if not in density. The teargass would still be effective on most races with eyes and respatory sistem, and Zalgo should be in its spread by now...
...ish.
She still was screaming her banshee wail, and heard nothing of what Zalgo was babbling, and since his face was behind a shread of darkness, she couldnt read it much either. Not that she would care for the banter of a puny male.
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Post by Zalgo on Jul 21, 2013 10:06:28 GMT -8
Zalgo was surprised to see Atia prepared for his attack, as there was almost no way for her to have turned as fast as she did with both feet off the ground. This lack of anticipation is what allowed Atia's Force Push to knock Zalgo back a few meters. This, however, was in his favor, as he could now see the gas creeping along. It's presence alone irritated his eyes, but he had yet to feel the full effect of the chemical.
If she wanted to play that game, though, Zalgo was willing. Holding out both hands, Zalgo used the force to lift three containers of fuel out of the storage room off to his right, to the left of Atia. With enough effort to make the masked man grunt, he threw the containers at breakneck speed. Knowing the gas was pressurized and would let forth a huge amount of energy, Zalgo braced himself for an explosion that might well destroy the hangar. He did however, make sure to keep his gaze on Atia, making sure he'd be able to follow her should she try to evade. And also, he wished to see the effects of an explosion on something so feral.
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Post by Atia on Jul 22, 2013 13:08:36 GMT -8
It was no mystery how ati could counter zalgos attack, since she held her right hand ready to visualise a force counter to the males attacks, and that is how she could counter with a push. And since most things could be countered with a push, that is what she used. her right hand felt the banter of the force, a slight more tired it was then the left wich had not used any force at all. The push was not strong, but it WAS a force attack.
Zalgo seemed to forget he was fighting someone whom used quick reflexes and swift footwork instead of heavily armoured knights. The few meters he gained by being pushed back was quickly reduced as the Nightsister charged him again with her blade ziggzagging before her. Atias attack came too late though, the fuelcannisters were allready in air and flying towards whatever destination (I guess a wall) when her attack came. A twofold attack.
Right hand reached out with the force and aimed to grab the saberhand and saber of Zalgo with the force telekineticly and hold it in place so he couldnt move it.
The left hand would slash out at the saberarm of Zalgo, cutting at it on his ungloved underarm from the right to the left, trying to sever the limb. Then with the mare flicker of her wrist, she would change direction of the light weapon to slash through zalgos toso from her left to her right. Since she was charging, she would be in range by the time of the second slash to be able to cut the man, and with both of his arms reached out, she had the perfect chance devide and conquer. And with Atia came the smoke too, thick and yellow.
The explosion would happen just a moment after that, but it would depend how atia would react to it depending on the success or failiure of her attack.
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Post by Zalgo on Jul 23, 2013 1:55:04 GMT -8
She did seem a bit quicker than Zalgo had been giving her credit for, but still not as intelligent a creature as he'd like to add to his collection. This time, however, he was already watching her intently. His counter was well prepared until he felt his arm held in place by the force. Curious that something like this should happen, though her follow up was just as expected. Zalgo allowed her to get in close enough for her attack to begin, he whirled his right arm around to slam his gauntlet at her wrist and block the attack. It was enough force with the cortosis allow to break bones for certain, but Zalgo was more ambitious than that.
Should his gauntlet indeed strike her as intended, he would quickly reverse the effort, aided by the rebounding off of the girl's oppositely-traveling limb, and send a backhanded punch at her face. Perhaps not with so much energy as to break a jaw, but more than enough to mutilate her nose or eye. The spikes on the knuckles, of course, would help in that regard. Only then did the explosion finally ring out, though with less force than previously anticipated as it had gone off much further away than expected.
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Post by Atia on Jul 23, 2013 5:39:19 GMT -8
Of course she was not as intelligent as Zalgos criuteria went. In truth, it was not Atia behind the blue eyes, the broken twileks mind was in forray as usual, and now the entity witch we only can call pink was in charge, not the more cunning and scheming yellow one. This entity, more like a combination of emotions not found in large quantities in the yellow entity (atia) or the white one, the weak slave "nameless". While the pink lacked finesse, it had the fury and the ferosity of the emotions it represented. Hate, anger, loath, curiosity and an everlasting bloodlust. Its limited force usage in comparison to the more calmer Atia, while more powerfull, few in number and deepening in the darkside. It used too much power for attacks like the one she just had acted, and the tiredness in her right hand continued to become more felt.
At this moment, she felt like she had been lifting dumbbells with her wrist.
The faceless lord punched away her arm, her saber striking Zalgos saber instead of cutting his arm off. The stike did not hurt as much as Zalgo would have wanted, since he had not the swinging arc that would be needed to break bones. His arm was out in front of him when the attack came, to aid his force use on the fluel cannisters. No bone was broken, although some small cuts were made on atias welvet bonds that covered her limb by the throns on his gauntlet. Atia reduced the demedge by swinging her hand with the strike, seeing those throns, and thus only two small cuts were made by said weapns, barely breaking skin.
The gauntlet departed the saberhand of Atia and headed for her face, the same time, atias saberhand launched forward to try and cut through Zalgos torso from the base of HIS right neck side, down towards HIS left thigh, again, to divide and conquer. Also, she had his saber and saberhand still in her power still, never letting go of them with the force.
The gauntlet hit her in the face, tear running from her eyes, and that really queer feeling you get when your nose is hit. Not fully pain, more like as if you had an immense blob of snot trying to break your nose open from the inside, a numness and a pressure at once. The thorns pierced her breathing mask, but the mask took most of the stirke, spreading the power of the impact over her entire lower face, dimminishing its impact significantly. On the other hand, she had to hold her breath, or she would be the victim of her own smoke.
A breath wich was taken from her by the pressurewave of an explosion behind her.
As she was simply lifted by an unseen power and fired off as a projectile towards Zalgo, she would try to strike out towards zalgos lightsaber with her own to parry it off as she flew past, so she wouldnt be struck herself, however her previous attack went. The surprise in the explosion broke her concentration on the males saberhand, and it became a threat, wich pulled her back into action. She would try to claw at zalgos unarmed hand with her own, to dimminish the males chances to hurt her more with that, but she would be swung into him, and then past, taking most of said pressure wave of the explosion since she was closer. It was like being kicked in the back by a wall.
She would land behind zalgo with a thumble, a well trained thumble I might add, since you needed to train a lot to not cut yourself with a lightsaber while thumbling. Her back ached from the explosion and the landing, but she could take a lot of pain. She had taken it since she was young.
She was on her knees a second later, nimble and fast as she was, most of the pain still far away, held back by a shroud of exitement and adrenaline, but it would come... her lekku had taken a slight hit too, and the migrane allready started to develop, both from the force use and the hit in the "wormhead". The ringing in her ears, while minimised by the velvet on them, were still an annoyance. She watched for her opponent, to see what her and his attack had done them both.
The pink entity in Atias mind was loosing, one would think that the pain and all that nosnense that sith feeded from would strenghten her, but she was no sith. As a spoiled child whom pulls the wings off flies gets scared when scolded, it was loosing its grip and controll of the twilek body, and Atia was soon to be back in controll, soon to be whom she was and whom she should be. Atia, the Mistress.
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Post by Adi on Jul 26, 2013 15:03:19 GMT -8
Gentlemen, welcome to your Judgment. I am Adi, and my co-judge in this duel was Ak-Akari. Might I say this was one of the better reads for the most part, as well. Up until the last few posts, it was fun, and enjoyable. The use of environment was done well also.
Atia, you were aggressive, and unpredictable....you play your character well as always. Zalgo, you gave me the damn creeps. Seriously dude,between your avatar looking like an evil Stitch, and the hive mind, you just give me the willies.
Now, before we get to the decision, I wanted to point a couple of things out. Atia, you did well up to about the last two or three posts that were written. You kind of lost sense of where you were in comparison to your opponent. Also, the last post, you -almost- called a hit. Not quite something to get you disqualified, but you need to make sure you dont just 'state' what is going to happen. While you may not intend it to be, its verging on calling a hit. There was also a point where you seemed to be doing too much....turning as you did with both feet off the ground, and no momentum to speak of to propel you.
Zalgo, there was one move that was a little iffy...you flipping your grip on the hilt of your weapon when you were in a bladelock is possible, but a little nuts. Atia was pushing toward you, and you let the pressure off your hilt when the blade is being pressed to you? Granted, we accept...to a point....that a person using a weapon has a pretty good knowledge of how to use it, and how to compensate for such things, but that's getting a little much. Again, not something that we called you on, but something you may want to pay attention to in the future, as another opponent may catch it and use it against you.
Also, and I could be mistaken seeing as this is the internet and text doesn't convey things properly, but toward the end you both seemed to be getting annoyed with one another, and it showed in your posts...Zalgo moreso than Atia. This is something that kind of irks me, but it isn't something that either of you get docked for. All in all, aside from what was mentioned, the duel was clean, and well-written.
With that being said, Zalgo, you advance to the next round. Atia, good luck in the arena, and we hope to see you in the next outing.
Any questions, comments, direct them at either Akkie or myself.
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