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Post by Adi on Aug 14, 2013 12:46:45 GMT -8
Who:
Lord Jud'dayus vs. Alkor Centaris
Where:
Care About The Bears.
*High in the tree's of the Forest Moon of Endor, out of reach of the roaming Gorax, an Ewok village is the setting in which our two duelists find themselves. Each stood on a circular platform made of woven tree bark, the face each other across a gaping chasm spanned by a rickety rope bridge. Three other rope bridges span from each platform, linking them to others upon which rested the crude little huts that the small Mammals lived in. Vines hang from higher branches and could be used as ropes to swing from one base to another, making fast movement to different locations possible. Rudimentary ladders also linked platforms to levels above and below, as well as one lift powered by a strange pulley system that baffled the eyes to look at.
The setting could have been described as tranquil IF there wasn't a forest fire raging out of control a little to the west. Ewoks scurried this way and that, some curious enough at the appearance of the two combatants to override their fears and panic, prompting them to approach and investigate, gripping their little spears cautiously, barking out commands in their strange language. The little creatures seemed oblivious to the peril they could be placing themselves in but had a deep seated need to investigate all things shiny. Their primitive minds struggled to comprehend what was going on and could be easily influenced if the desire so came over someone... savvy?
The wind howled through the tree's carrying the scent of burning destruction, driving ash and embers, furthering the fiery inferno in its quest to consume everything combustible. The village swayed in the air as the wind buffeted it, sparks seeking to gain purchase and ignite everything they touched. The air was dark and murky from the cloying ash, making visibility suspect and breathing difficult.
After ten posts the fire will reach the edge of the village and the embers will start igniting things, to be added as the narrators see fit. Breathing difficulties and stinging eyes can also be written in as needed/wanted...*
Rules:
Top 10, GBA standard, no armor
Weapons:
Melee and sabers
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Aug 14, 2013 17:59:27 GMT -8
Another tournament? Jud thought as he looked around the small hovel he found himself in. It smelt like a hamster cage, or something akin to a rodent's leavings. With a soft sigh Jud got to his feet, ducking as he made his way toward the thatched hut's exit. It only took three strides to get to the door before Jud pushed the animal hide swath for a door out of his way.
"You got to be fugging kidding me..." The Old Sith breathed as he was met with the sight of primitive spear-tips held by midget-sized teddy bears. Jud sighed again, and looked into the darkening sky above. The slight tinge of acrid smoke starting to cloy at his nostrils. "You had to ask for something interesting, huh?" Jud yelled at the Whills before looking back at the miniature Wookies. "Fugging Ewoks... Whills damn it." Jud cursed aloud, causing the vermin to step back and jibber their idiotic jabber at him. "Yes, yes... Yub nub, eee chop yub nub. You fugging primitives." Jud said with a dismissive wave of his hand, sending several of the furry vermin sprawling out of his intended walking path. The other Ewoks scattered, taking shelter to the sides of the hut that Jud just emerged out of, still chanting their barbaric tongue while brandishing their weapons at Jud's back, in a laughable display of threatening aggression.
With a snap-hiss and flourish of orange light, one of the Old Sith's sabers can to life. Jud spun around immediately bringing his saber in a Jung wide arch across the spears; cleaving them like a knife through butter with the single powerful stroke. Jud returned the saber to it's resting place within his robes as he savored the shear amount of fear in the vermin's beady little eyes. "Not that you speak or can even understand a superior being." Jud began with a sneering snort. "But here it goes..." Jud called his saber once again to his left hand, teetering the object back and forth. "Alright you primitive screw-heads, listen up. See this? This is my BOOM stick!" Jud voice echoed off the surrounding canopy, before he fixed his steely gaze on the frightened creatures before him. "Now, I swear...The next one of you primitives even TOUCHES me, and I will slaughter your entire tribe." Jud's piercing stare lingered over the Ewoks for a couple moments, seeing if any of what he had just said actually sunk in.
And it seemed to have, as the vermin started to edge away from the dark figure in all directions.
Good. Jud thought with a huff, as the scent of burning foliage became slightly more oppressive. Jud just shook his head, he knew how the Whills liked to toy with morals. How they got their kicks off of turmoil and mischief, yet he didn't want to look at what he knew was coming for him. After a long sigh and a shrug of his shoulders Jud turned to see the raging inferno that basically encompassed the entirety of the forest beyond the Ewok village, and it seemed to be moving steadily in his direction. Of course it was. Thought the Sith as he started to laugh. At first it was just a slight chortle, but then it became a sniggering that broke out into a full blown maniacal laugh. "Of course!" Jud exclaimed, tears coming to his eye from finding this all too hilarious. "Why not put me a couple hundred feet off the ground, in a vermin infested miniature bear village, and have a raging hell-fire consuming all in its path? Huh, why not?"
Jud just continued to laugh at the ludicrous situation, before he finally realized; he didn't know where his opponent was. Jud's head snapped away from the forest fire. Though it were still some ways off - maybe a mile or more - he could still hear the primal roar of the flame. Even the heat was starting to waft his way, bringing soot and choking wafts of cinder-smoke. He moved from the side of the circular balcony that was closer to the flames towards a rickety vine bridge, and peered out into the haze for any signs of anyone other than the small smudges of Ewoks.
"hmmmm." Jud said aloud, before taking a seated meditative position on the balcony, crossing his legs and closing his eyes. The Old Sith concentrated and allowed the Force to suffuse his being. He'd stay here and use the Force as his eyes and ears. If his opponent wasn't a Force-user; this would help... But if they were a Force sensitive... Well, they'd stick out like a sore thumb. Unless they were adept at Quey'tek. If so, this was sure to be an interesting game of nexu and whomp rat when the suffocating smoke from the raging inferno started to obscure their actual sight.
Jud sat and meditated, using his Quey'tek to conceal himself for the time being. It'd be like he wasn't there at all through the Force.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Aug 14, 2013 19:34:34 GMT -8
Tendrils of smoke plumed at his feet, twigs and flora snapping beneath his weight with every step. Ashes and soot flickered all around, swirling in the wind as wildfire raged through the forest, diminutive sentients- bear-like humanoids that history defined as Ewoks- scrambling, clambering in their futility to ward it away. Alkor felt them panic, he felt the life flow out of several as flames consumed them, belching more death into the force, offering up their lives to the darkness. To think, a single spark could cause so much beautiful mayhem. Alkor could have blushed at the beauty of it, how it sent a tingle over his frail, all too human body.
All his life, Alkor had felt that he was different. That he did not belong. And he had learned just how right he was.Violet eyes swam over the scene of disarray, set in a placid face that seemed almost dismissive of the chaos besieging the world outside. This was the rightful state of the galaxy. At war. In disarray. Changing. This was the face of the great change that was to come, and in it's wake, a new world would rise. And Alkor could barely contain his excitement. His fingers, hanging at his sides, twitched in anticipation as his eyes rolled back, closing as he seeped himself in the ever shifting currents of the Force.
He had come here for a reason- though he could not know that reason, until it manifested itself. At the small of his back rested two scabbards, nearly crossed and ready to yield the blades within to his grasp. His gilded black robes hung loosely and swept over the dirt, hood pulled back to reveal his serene smile as his eyes finally reopened, and he skimmed the village slowly with his perceptive gaze. A single black hilt rested at his waist, the obvious lightsaber ready to be employed if he felt so inclined. And from his neck hung the shard of Ishmael's Quixoni gem- the teardrop of a star gone supernova- a symbol of their brotherhood.
Alkor drank in the fear that permeated the soon-to-be cremated catacomb of the Ewoks, letting out a breath as he centered himself and sought out the vergence in the force that had drawn his watchful eye to the Forest Moon. Whatever-whoever- it was, they did not want to be noticed. And that was fine. Alkor would scour the shadows, if the need arose. But for now, Death had come to this place.
And that was as it should have been.
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Aug 15, 2013 9:54:10 GMT -8
Concentration, oneness with the Force.
Jud sat in his meditative state, allowing himself to drift into the aether, and use the Force to extend his sense well beyond himself. Despite the fact that the howling forest fire was advancing faster than Jud had originally though, and that the ash and soot leaden smoke was starting to cause him to lose focus; he continued his search.
"Finally..." Jud uttered under his breath as a pin prick of iridescent light poked through the Force to him. The Sith got to his feet and opened his eye. There was something vaguely familiar about the Force signature, something he had sensed before, but who? Jud was sure he'd felt this presence before, and it chafed on him that he couldn't put a face to the familiar feeling.
Within moments Jud was on the hunt, following the Force signature through the swirling shroud of smoke and panicking Ewoks, as he started across a undulating bridge. Jud's sabers found their way into their respective hands with a thought.
He was ready for anything, as the familiar Force signature ebbed ever closer and closer.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Aug 15, 2013 10:44:34 GMT -8
He had climbed now into the trees, using the primative ladders of the Ewoks to make his way to their village. That was where he needed to go, after all. That was where the worlds would be made to collide. Not a person- he could not feel one, at least- but something swirling in the force, like a nexus. A fault line, where several hundred cracks converged, and a gushing hemorrhage of power bled out into the material world. No, the Ewoks could not have been the cause- it may have been a remnant of a time long gone, or a whisper of something yet to come, but Alkor sought it all the same.
The first steps onto the circular platform were uneventful, as he anticipated they might be. The Ewoks this high up in the forest's canopy were blissfully unaware of the hell that encroached on them. They watched in confusion and interest as Alkor walked directly toward them, and- curiously- through them, without so much as glancing down. Lesser beings, Alkor learned, thought themselves equal. Or greater. And given the chance- given a reason to ignite something within them- they would create faith from nothing.
Reaching backward, he guided the weapon on his left into his palm, and spun the broadsword into a firm, practised grip. The edge was a keen thing, sharpened and honed through ritual magic by a master of the craft, the make of the weapon blackest obsidian, shown in horrific detail by the glow that it swallowed from below, as if it devoured even the light. He held it low at his side, letting his arm fall across in front of him.
And the Ewoks stepped backward. Bowing, gasping, saying their inane praises to the man with the sword that swallowed light. And, as they looked, to the man with swords made of light. Alkor followed their gazes to the rope bridge, looking over the figure that approached. So, he had made himself invisible in the Force.
This man was the vergence here. Hidden or not, the man could not help but envenom the Force with the poisons of his intent. Alkor had seen regimes rise and fall, men like this one at the center, pushing and pulling. He had witnessed their atrocities, listened to the whispers in the Force left behind like an imprint by their actions. Those things were residual. Those things could not hide from a man who knew where to look.
And Alkor was such a man. "I do not know you, I think," he said plainly, gesturing slightly with Kuro little more than a twitch of the blade held in his left hand in the direction of the other man, "but that is of little consequence." Alkor turned his head slightly, letting out a sickening staccatto of pops from his neck and back as he loosened himself.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Aug 15, 2013 14:55:55 GMT -8
It hadn't been long before the two converged. Jud wondered if this was fate in some way? If this familiarity was put here on purpose to throw him off? Whatever the case his opponent had found him, either through shear luck or an exceptionally trained mind. Jud grinned wickedly under his hood, he hoped that it was the latter. He liked it when he was able to match wits along with martial prowess. There's nothing better than locking sabers with a worthy opponent, or being able to learn from them; to exploit their flaws and hinder their strengths to the nth degree.
The Fire roared, it's primal intensity adding to the tense situation about to unfold. Jud stoked the embers of rage in himself, allowing it to infuse his muscles. They ached as Jud kept himself in check, but his body was ready - ready to be loosed on whoever was coming towards him.
Jud stepped forward, the Force signature barely a stone's throw away now as a back-draft swept through the high valley made by the towering redwoods, causing the inferno beyond them to explode in a violent woosh of towering flames. The unyielding column of fire moved like a sentient thing, engulfing and swallowing several Ewok huts with a terrifying shriek of instantaneous death. At the same time the suction of oxygen feeding the flame took the perpetual smog of ash-rain and thick smoke with it, allowing Jud to see his opponent for the first time as the smoke parted briefly.
Jud dropped his Quey'tek veil, he didn't need it anymore. He allowed his Force presence to exude from him as he looked over the man. His opponent was young, lean, and the smile on his face simultaneously with the conviction in his eyes set the hairs on the back of Jud's neck on-end. Oh, this was going to be good. Jud thought with a sinister smirk as he studied the onyx colored blade held before him. The blade didn't sing for Jud, it had no song for him, or at least not yet. Jud didn't recognize the man at all, and now - at this distance - the Old Sith felt something else. "Oh..." Jud said to himself, with a look of astonishment on his hooded face. Two, there were two signatures. The man before him and something else... Something oddly Familiar. Jud tore his thoughts away from this new discovery and listened intently to the man before him; while ascertaining his surrounding before balancing himself on the swaying bridge.
Jud chuckled at the man's statement. "Little consequence? Oh, my dear boy... I beg to differ." Jud said in a very playful tone, he was giddy with excitement. His muscles ached and his teeth itched as he grinned at the lad; from under his hood. "It's always good to know who you're up against, but since you see no point..." Jud ignited a single orange blade in his left hand, the tip of the blade instantly severing several cords of the bridge. They weren't critical, but supporting cord - for stability - and the Bridge started to sway more in the ebbing wash of returning embers and smoke.
"And I'll warn you now. I'm quite insane." Jud mused as he blades his body; left foot forward, in a proper dueling stance. His saber angled down towards the fibrous planks and cords of the flammable bridge, his other saber in his right hand remained unlit and tightly to his haunches. "So, young man... Do you like to dance?"
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Aug 15, 2013 17:41:00 GMT -8
Chuckling quietly as Jud'dayas presented himself as crazy, Alkor's gaze moved over the snapping ropes of the bridge, the smile never leaving his face. It was easy enough to claim insanity, to play the part, but to truly drown in it... that required another sort of man entirely. Alkor had learned, as a Jen'jidai, the art of wordplay that the Sith had turned into a weapon in truth, that they gave the name Dun Moch, was an intricate thing. Body language, actual speech, mannerisms- subtlety was a blade that could cut deeper than any lightsaber.
"I love to dance," he replied in an almost excited voice, his thoughts converging, unseen energies writhing and wrapping around the rope to Jud's left that formed the support of the bridge. "You lead," And with a slight motion of his right hand, Alkor snapped it at a single point, causing the two halves to snap backward in either direction, sending a ripple down the length of the bridge, causing it to twist end over end. If the old Sith were not quick, it might even drop him into the inferno raging beneath them, so far below. "I'll follow."
Even as Alkor hissed the last words, he prepared for the inevitable encorachment of his opponent with stoicism. The man would hopefully appreciate the depraved deception on Alkor's part. The Ewoks that screamed out as they were burned alive certainly seemed to, after all. Alkor kept the blade slightly in front of him, tip angled toward the ground. This could, possibly, become entertaining...
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Aug 16, 2013 10:08:26 GMT -8
Jud's grin widened. A playful little scamp, huh? He thought to himself as he started to steadily step forward, his active saber burning a cindering line in the boards of the bridge in front of him just before his opponent's demeanor changed slightly. It was the most minuscule of facial twinges, one that would have been easily overlooked by an inexperienced fighter.
It wasn't telegraphed, but the build up in Force energy was enough to spurn Jud into a prepared state of readiness. His opponent was cunning, he'd give the youth that. The bridge hadn't been the best of ideas, but the options were slim. All this swinging about was for simpletons - like the Ewoks - not civilized combatants. He'd preferred a solid footing - like that of his opponent - but he'd make due. Oh well, thought the Old Sith as the structure of the bridge began to give way. It's integrity undulating under foot before slackening; like the last spamming death-throws of a giant serpent, before completely going limp with gravity.
As the bridge shuddered, Jud crouched down, extinguishing his saber before riding one of the rolling waves towards him in the opposite direction from his opponent,. The Sith somersaulted backwards with the momentum of his spring as the bridge completely gave way, swinging lank against the Redwood with a thud. With the Force-fueled leap complete, Jud watched the world move under him. The fire was beautiful, it's heat seared at the Sith's face before his somersault was complete, and his eye met with his opponent again.
"That you will..." Jud shouted, as he descended, his arms extending out in front of him. Still clasping his sabers tightly, with exception of his index and pointer fingers being out-stretched towards the man on the balcony across the fiery chasm that had just been created. The reaching motion was exaggerated - almost hyper extended - before Jud's arm's were pulled back towards his body; like the snapping of a whip. As if he was pulling something to him abruptly. The Force pull was exceptionally strong, maybe stronger than it had to be, but the Old Sith wasn't going to chance it. He needed this man with him - on the same level - not Lording above him. No, that was for Jud to do.
With the Force pull in place Jud concentrated on his fall. He'd missed the lip of his balcony by half a foot, but that wasn't a problem. Actually, this might of helped him. Jud's sabers came to life with a snap hiss, as he maintained eye contact with his opponent. The Sith's arms swung back at shoulder level, driving the meter long blades into the thick bark of the redwood to his back. It took considerable strength not to dislocate his shoulders at the jarring stop of his plummeting body. It also helped that the venerable Sith didn't weigh much, he was basically a walking mummy after all. Jud's booted feet finally planted against the tree before he began to walk them up towards his haunches. Effectively making the Sith crouch vertically against the firm footing of the tree. It gave Jud a moment to regain his composure and get his affairs in order.
From start to finish. To the bridge crumbling, his leap, Force pull, and substituent plummet. It all happened within the time it took to draw a single smoke-leaden breath. It was getting worse... The smoke and flames were starting to creep up the bases of the gigantic trees. Visibility was nil after 100 yards or so, and the smoke was starting to make breathing an exertion. Jud's eye started to water up slightly. Time was of the essence now. His next move may be his last.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Aug 16, 2013 10:38:01 GMT -8
Alkor watched as the world beneath them burned, and Jud'dayas leapt to escape the fall that would have damned him. It was a beautiful scene, death on every side, chaos permeating the air, a real hell rising beneath them... and then he felt it. A jarring in the fabric of the universe as the Sith ripped his arm in the opposite direction, tugging like an ancient mariner desperately seeking to land his' s masterpiece. Alkor's eyes widened with malicious approval as he was swept off his feet and drawn airborne in a single instant, tossed like a rag doll at neck-breaking velocity.
Unlike a jump or a more practised movement, a force pull gave him the exacerbated momentum of another power entirely, pulling him through the distance much faster than he could have hoped to achieve on his own. His vector took him directly toward the broad face of the tree, and with some effort on his own part and aid from the force- if he didnt slow himself down, after all, he would go splat, and this would have all been over very quickly-Alkor impacted the plane feet first, the Obsidian edge of his blade slamming into the meat of the tree with a sickening crack.
This placed him several feet above where Jud'dayas had skidded down, the distance great enough to give both men ample time to recover before engaging. If engaging while hanging off the side of a tree was even a halfway sane idea. But bugger sanity, right?
Staring down at the man with a wild smirk and eyes that glowed viciously with murderous intent, Alkor tried and failed to stifle a giddy laugh that belched from him like a child with a new toy. The initial shock to his legs had been absorbed by proper landing technique- knees bent, body ducking into a crouch- and now, he tugged at Kuro, still embedded deeply in the tree, seeking to free it.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock..." Alkor half sung, half spoke in a crooning voice as the destroyer slowly began to give and free itself from it's prison, "it's almost time to die."
Hope had been dwindling, even before the fight began. And now, as the choking fumes rose and the sweltering heat took them in it's loving embrace, Alkor ripped the black hilt free of his waist, and the blood colored blade screamed out from the emitter, it's whine muted by the sounds of desolation rising like an infernal chorus all around them. It hungered, in the way a sex starved harlot begged for a lover, and it's palpations cried out to Jud'dayas, longing for his touch...
Meanwhile, the balcony beneath them had begun to catch, and flames were rushing in to swallow their best chance at solid ground. They would need to move quickly to get a foothold...
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Aug 16, 2013 11:57:46 GMT -8
"Fug." Jud cursed under his breath, as the sweat started to run down his face, and trickle off his chin. He had been too slow, and his Force pull had been too strong. He hadn't the time to launch himself off the trunk of the redwood and directly at his opponent as he shuttled his way towards Jud's position. "Fug!" Jud cursed aloud, at the energy expended during his plummet, and the exertion he was applying now to hold himself vertical to the raging fire below. Even the inhalation of air was becoming a chore, his lungs laboring to keep his body mobile; despite his breath-control... All this had cost him his opportunity.
Jud looked up and smiled, his hood falling around to his shoulders; finally showing his skeletal face to his opponent. "Aye" Jud breathed, with a nod. "It is..."
No sooner had the words been uttered, Jud's right saber disengaged, freeing from the smoldering gash it had burrowed into the tree. The momentum of loosing the blade allowed Jud to swing his right side around towards his left, his arm slipping free of his cloak; allowing his arm to be unburdened by the semi-heavy fabric. The movement effectively allowing him to feint away from his opponent drawn saber, and bringing the Sith to face his opponent and be prone against the bulk of the tree; like that of the man above him. As Jud swung around he engaged his saber again while pushing off the trunk with his left leg and planting his right. Allotting Jud a small boost in height towards his opponent. Jud's orange blade slashed in a precise arch at his foe's lower legs - just above the ankles.
Even if he was parried, his opponent was at great disadvantage; he had a solid blade embedded within the thick bark. He would have to choose between loosing his footing, or keeping his blade. And that simple fact was what the Old Sith was betting on.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Aug 16, 2013 13:45:22 GMT -8
Kuro creaked in violent protest as it was inch by inch dislodged from it's tomb, exposing several centimeters of the flat of the light swallowing beast's blade, even as Alkor hefted his weight, walking his feet up the tree like a trained free runner might scale a wall. Mere inches from being stricken by the heat of Jud'dayas' lightsaber, Alkor twisted his body and brought the crimson blade of Sin round to slam into the offending saber, then draw uselessly away. He barked an inane laugh as he stepped up on the makeshift ledge he had created, staring down at the old man with a hellish smile.
"Don't fall," Alkor mused as he looked at the man, feeling desparation and frustration ripple through the Force. He felt the waxing power again, and the whine of the tree as fire consumed it's base and slowly crawled toward them played a dirge in his ears as he looked at the space between them, focusing his thoughts on a single, purposed moment... "I'd hate for it to be over too quickly. It disappoints the ladies."
Though he spoke, Alkor knew, his opponent would not relent. No, this would take something bigger. Something... miraculous. Though Alkor was short of faith, he knew, the Force was a tool. And it wanted to be used, molested and left dirty. It longed to be loved, even if that love was fleeting and futile. The world was hot, the air was dry, and the tree was already weak...
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Aug 19, 2013 10:39:35 GMT -8
Parried.
It hadn't been unexpected, nor overlooked. It had however made Jud's opponent choose between the literal loss of his footing or not being able to use his sword. He had picked the latter, and the obvious; this made the Old Sith smile.
Jud allowed his parried saber to go with the momentum of the block, switching his grip on it with a flick of his wrist; bringing the emitter and blade down and around in a clockwise motion to jam into the bark of the tree again, just before his right foot planted on it. simultaneously disengaging his left-saber, freeing it from the wooden prison it had been driven into initially, allowing the Sith's cloak to completely fall away into the inferno below. The loss of its hindrance allowing Jud to propel himself further up towards his opponent, as he planted his left foot on his right-saber's emitter and launched himself straight up using both legs.
Jud's vertical leap took him up the remaining few feet, so that he could eventually be eye to eye with his foe. His left-saber had been reactivated after the initial leap, spearheading his attack in a jousting manner, its orange blade held high enough in front of Jud so that it could reach his opponent long before he'd be in any danger of another saber retort.
"Oh... I can keep it up. don't you worry your pretty little head." Jud chortled out as his thrusting left hand/saber speared towards his opponent's groin. Jud's remaining hand (right) simultaneously grasped out calling his "jump-board" saber back to it's according hand, igniting the sister blade and swinging it in from his right side towards his left; at waist level in a Jung-slash across his opponent's knees.
If all went to plan, Jud's left saber was able to skewer this man to the tree, or his right saber would take his legs away. Just before Jud could nimbly take his opponent's place on the embedded sword. It was quite poetic, using his opponent's footing while he took the man's legs away from him.
There wasn't much else to do. The smoke was now starting to make the Sith's eye haze, and his mind numbed with the continuing lack of or thinning amount of oxygen. Add to that the oppressing heat as the fire started to consume more and more of the tree that they were on. It's base was turning into cinders. If this didn't end soon, they may both be sacrificed to the blaze below, when the Tree's foundation finally collapsed under it's own weight.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Aug 19, 2013 15:54:15 GMT -8
"The Force flows through all things, surrounding them, binding them together, and in some cases, it even forces them to break apart."
The words of C'thulu Plaga rippled through time into the forefront of Alkor's mind as he perceived the phenomenon his one-time teacher had been explaining to him. Strange, mist-like ripples, slipping around and through specific "wounds" in the fabric of reality. Several moments of thought, and many convergences of power had culminated the world around the two men, and now, Alkor could see the fault lines rippling as he pressed at them in his mind.
"Yours is a gift not often given, young one. The blessing of understanding. Of sight. Of Vision."
What a beautiful lie that had been, the Vision of the Jen'jidai. And the fruitful indoctrination, the hollow words and promises that had amounted to nothing but mouthfuls of ash and dust- not all of those things had been lies. Alkor could see.
Jud'dayus halted his fall and began to rocket upward with a start, even as Alkor's eyes widened, power surging through him and into a single point- the broadsword still impaled into the heart of the tree at his feet, and with a sadistic smile, he tiled his head, Sin locking quickly with the blade of her fleeting lover and forcing it into a deadlock.
"You know the worst thing about building a new world?" Alkor intoned as he lifted his right leg, and brought it thundering down onto the edge of his now useless blade, causing it to moan ominously, Alkor's head growing light as he felt an immense burden fall on his shoulders, like Atlas hefting all the world.
Power. The power to change the world, or destroy it all in a single moment. The sort of power that ripples forward and backward in time, and yet, exists only in a single instant. The tree, flames licking at it's base, two monsters fighting along it's side, and a demonic blade rent into it's thick flesh, and still, it stood. Commendable, had it been able to last.
Power seeped outward from the cracks as Kuro sighed under the force of Alkor's stomp, and the tree itself screamed in defiance as the Foece itself ripped through the world like a wailing wraith, creeping outward from the point where Alkor applied but the tiniest (relatively speaking) amount of pressure. "Too many old things in the way."
It started slow, like a crawling child. The bark blasted outward around Alkor's feet, the broadsword expelled like a cancerous growth, Alkor's foothold abolished. This happened as Jud called for his second blade, with the old Sith airborne, and Alkor began to fall before the blade could find his hand and ignite.
He smiled insanely up at Jud'dayus as he fell, a languid, eerily peaceful smile as he plummeted toward death, so far beneath them, as the tree began to fracture, overwhelmed by little more than the influence of a man. It shuddered as shards of wood splintered away in droves, and the upper half of the tree began to fall, lurching toward the tree next to it.
Ewoks fell away like lemmings into the sea, and tiny, insignificant screams filled the world like a horrific chorus. The Requiem that would be sung for Alkor Centaris would be fleeting, and in that moment, perfect. All a man could ask for. To smile in the face of fate, and against all odds, chose his own destiny. A man cannot change the circumstances surrounding his birth; try as he might, he will fail at remaking history. But with courage, he can write on the blank pages.
But what would the world say for Jud'dayus?
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Aug 19, 2013 23:09:03 GMT -8
Jud knew that this final thrust was a complete crap-shoot. There was no more room, no more leverage, and most notably... no more time. He literally was on the verge of complete collapse, as the last of his strength had been used to get this far and close to his opponent. In his exhaustion Jud's thrusting saber had been easily parried as he neared the apex of his leap.
It was only at that precise moment that the Old Sith felt it, and realized in slight admiration, that this wasn't the crescendo; but the finale. His opponent's face confirmed what he suspected...but it was too late.
"Everything comes to an end..." Jud said as he tried to get his remaining saber to his out-stretched right hand, but it never happened before his opponent's use of Shatterpoint was put into brutal effect... The initial thunder clap of explosive energies flung Jud back from his intended strike, nearly shocking the Sith into unconsciousness from the concussion. The gigantic tree had turned into a blistering bomb of wooden shrapnel. There was no retreat, no respite, all Jud could do was try to shield his face and vital organs, as the needles of splintered wood bombarded his body with painfully barbed impacts.
"Ah..." Jud breathed as sensory impulses of pain washed over his spent body. He was falling, tumbling backwards now, following his opponent's descent into the greedy maw of the inferno below. "So, this is the sensation of death?" The Sith whispered to himself, as he looked up into the murky, smoke leaden sky. "I see why I've never done it..." Jud mumbled as a serene smile crossed his blood spattered face.
"I'm coming, Sylvis." Jud finished before closing his eye, the shimmering glow engulfing him completely.
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Xeonon Solomon
The First Order
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 5, 2013 9:41:22 GMT -8
First off I wish to apologize for the wait. Much of the GBA staff was predisposed for a while. However better late than never right?
Also before I judge I want to say very nice reference in the beginning excellent movie.
Now this was one heck of a duel to read. I did have a little trouble reading it (outside sources) however once I did finish (and the couple in the other room) it was a blast to read.
Both of you had excellent ideas and everything was well thought out. You both fed off of the other very well, but there can only be one winner here. For a while I was torn this was a good read then one of you did something unexpected that won it for you.
Alkor. The way you described the use of shatterpoint was amazing, comparable to only one other I have read and that one was GMed. This one however was not and it was excellently done.
Jud my only concern was the lightsabers in the tree. Not a huge thing but I was unsure if you were constantly being dragged down or just staying in spot. There are some naturally resistant materials out there to lightsabers including a tree but hey. Didn't take away from the story, possibly improved it and I only mention it because of my confusion.
So in the end Alkor you won this duel. Congrats to both, and I look forward to reading your duels in the future.
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