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Post by Galen on Mar 15, 2016 9:03:02 GMT -8
It seems that even in the future, some have a taste for history, either that or nostalgia. This fight is set to take place in a venue similar to an ancient arena. A large circular pit that is approximately 50 meters in diameter, surrounded by a 10 meter tall stone wall. In the pit itself, there is a hardened beskar grate known as the 'Blood Sink' and surrounding the grate are pillars of duracrete, each are 5 meters from the rim of the grate and 3 meters apart from one another. Apart from the grate, the floor of the arena is composed of sand and gravel. The walls and floor are covered in brown marks from the fallen. There are four entrances to the pit, one on each point of the compass, meant for the entry of the combatants.
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Post by Loki on Mar 15, 2016 19:38:56 GMT -8
Loki waited flexing and hopping up and down, his yellow eyes glowing faintly in the dimness of the tunnel. He stands still as his gates creak open slowly. He snarls a little at the light and strides forward, his seven foot frame encased in robes as black as pitch, he strides forward shrugging the robes off revealing two light sabers hanging from his belt, one a single blade with a strangely elongated hilt, and the other obviously a duel blade of standard design.
The crowd boos and hisses at the sight of the giant Zabrak, he sneers in return, eyes roaming the arena, he spots one of the opponents, a female of some sort of humanoid species Loki looks her up and down and sneers again, pointing at her, then taking a hand and slicing it across his own throat. “Mine.” He shouts to more boos of the crowd Loki spins on the spot arms stretched out hands splayed he lets lighting crackle and hit the sandy floor, each strike leaving a small piece of blackened glass. This would be a show to remember, he smiled showing his fangs turning back to face the center, then he looks west as he hears the creak of the gate, his face grows more plaintive as he senses who is behind it. “Adieumus Matango” Loki hissed to himself.
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Post by Adi on Mar 15, 2016 20:53:45 GMT -8
"May the powers that be grant me swift victory...."Seconds before the gates would open, Adi was standing in the hallway leading out into yet another arena with his head bowed. His arms hung loosely at his sides, the single lightsaber hilt attached via hook and loop enclosure on his left hip. He wore his normal white Air Force Ones with the gray swoosh, his black cargo pants, and an old tshirt with the words 'Inky mooned me! Honoghr Tour '09' emblazoned across the front. Had he been here before? He couldn't remember anymore. There had been so many fights, so many opponents, that they had all started to blur together. No one seemed to understand...Adi didn't want to fight anymore. He would do just about anything to get this out of the way as rapidly as he could. He had things he needed to attend to back on Naboo.
The gates made their lazy swing forward, opening out into the arena. Adi could hear the boos coming from the rowdy crowd gathered here to see this spectacle. Apparently, someone that they didn't like very much had come in, and the audience was showing extreme displeasure. He took a deep breath, feeling the tingle of the force welling up, and spilling over. The endless tap had been opened, and the river of power contained within the Force was laid open to the Arkanian. Taking a step forward, then another, he made his way out slowly enough that his eyes would have time to adjust to the massive difference in brightness between the darkened tunnel and the arena floor. Feeling two presences on the floor already....one familiar, one not so much.
The familiar one? That one had not been felt since right around the time that the one that possessed the familiar presence had put Adi through a building. For a steak that wasn't prepared properly.
Turning in that direction for but a moment...in time to catch the hiss thrown his way, Adi made a 'plinking' motion toward the large Zabrak...using the force to, in essence, 'plink' the big red stud in the nose. He at least deserved =that= for the building thing.
Not even waiting to see if it landed, Adi then turned toward the unfamiliar presence....a woman. She had an air of arrogance about her. Admirable, but the ego had to go, before it was left to fester and grow. There wasn't room enough for two egos of massive proportions in this arena, and be damned, it wouldn't be Adi leaving yet.
He wasted no words. He threw, seemingly into the air, a series of three punches in very rapid succession. To the onlooking crowd, it would look like he was merely warming up...but it was so very much more. See, in those movements, Adi was pushing outward, releasing the force with each punch. The first, had Hensley been standing in front of Adi, was aimed as a right jab at the left side of Hensley's face, around the cheek area. The second, a left, was aimed a little lower. This one would toss a force-projected left hook at the right side of her jaw. The third was another right, aimed directly between the boobs...I mean, lightsabers...I mean....
Well, you know what I mean...a hard blow aimed directly in the middle of the woman's chest.
This was an unusual tactic for Adieumus. Normally, he would sit back and wait to make a move until his opponent, or opponents, would initiate the attack. That was before. Before Yavin...Before Carida....
Before Ashrah.
That was then. This was now. Now? Matango simply wanted to destroy these people, and move on. There was no mercy to be had here, this was combat, pure and simple. The mission was to win. It didn't matter if there was one, two, or even ten opponents...the outcome would be the same. They would be on the ground, and Adi would be standing over their broken bodies.
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Post by Galen on Mar 15, 2016 21:18:37 GMT -8
That was... peculiar. Even before the doors opened Galen could feel the force stirring in the Arena outside, summoned to the aid of one of the other fighters. All three of the others were present now, and the fourth strode calmly out to meet them as the doors swung wide and the dark room was flooded with light. This had no effect on the warrior within, however, as he had no eyes to see the light or fear the dark. One was no different than the other to him.
His feet and chest were bare, as were his arms and hands. He wore only a blindfold and a pair of comfortably fitted pants, loose enough to allow ease of motion without being so baggy as to impede it. In his left hand he gripped his sword, a meter-long blade fashioned after the methods of the ancient jedi, as much a part of the man himself as the hand that held it. He progressed quickly as his predecessor into the arena launched his assault on the woman, opting to select the large Zabrak as his target. He stopped fifteen meters distant and held his sword out to indicate Adi and the woman.
"If you would prefer, you can join them and I shall wait for you to finish."
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Post by Loki on Mar 16, 2016 20:02:06 GMT -8
Loki twitches his nose as the force flick hits him, he smiles and chuckles at Adi before hearing the other gate open. "Same old Adi" He mumurs to him self
Loki turns towards the newcomer eyeing him warily as he approaches, his fingers next to his duel blade, twitching and flexing, he turns his head to the side as the stranger speaks, Loki chances a small peak at the other duelists and nods. “I accept, we shall play this waiting game, and we shall watch and wait for an outcome.” Loki smiled showing once more his pointed teeth. “Perhaps you’d like to lay odds? Ten to one the girl lasts five minutes?” Loki said backing away and inching towards the wall to lean against it and watch the ongoing fight, as the crowd realizes they will have to wait for the other two to begin the boo and hiss once more, Loki flings lightning at the crowd cutting it short of harming anyone but bringing a hush to the arena once more. |
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Post by Adi on Mar 17, 2016 17:01:39 GMT -8
"Too soon, sweetheart...."
The Arkanian didn't even let the woman fully drop before throwing a hard projected right uppercut at his female foe, followed by a quick projected right side kick at her midsection. The uppercut was aimed at her rapidly descending chin, and it hopefully would land, opening the woman up for the kick that flew in right behind it. He had taken a short hop to accentuate the projected power of the kick, and taken two steps following the one-two combo attack. The distance was closing.
Adieumus had learned from countless fights to be patient. There were others here, and just because they seemed to be staying out of the fray thus far, they surely wouldn't be doing so for long. The one he was engaging now, she seemed arrogant, dark, and full of herself. She had not yet experienced the depth of combat of a seasoned warrior. Sure, she may have won a few scraps here and there...but not like this.
This girl was out of her league, and Adi was about to send her back to the farm from whence she came.
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Post by Galen on Mar 17, 2016 17:29:28 GMT -8
Galen lowered his sword when the large zabrak accepted his offer, keeping himself facing squarely toward the man as he backed up to the wall. This had the side effect of putting his back partially toward the other duelists, a situation that could easily become very fatal very quickly for most combatants. For Galen, it did nothing more than present the appearance of weakness to his foes.
He'd already assessed the situation behind him, sized up both opponents and determined the most likely winner. Regardless of whether or not he was correct, the loser would be removed from the fight and the winner would have a choice to make. Sit it out and recover while the remaining two settled their bout, and risk becoming the target of both as they sought the wounded prey? Or join one side against the other to better ensure their own chances of victory? Even then, the choice remained of which side to choose. Would the winner be the sort to team up against the stronger opponent in hopes of an easier victory, or would they prefer the prospect of a challenge and remove the one they perceived as the weaker obstacle first?
All these questions would be answered in short order, and Galen was perfectly content to stand and prepare himself for the trial to come. He had to wonder, however, if the Zabrak was pondering these same thoughts. If he was, would he be as confident in his ability to face the stronger of the other two alongside Galen as Galen appeared to be about facing his own duo?
With an even breath, Galen turned to face the ongoing struggle, putting his back to the giant against the wall.
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Post by Loki on Mar 31, 2016 9:29:39 GMT -8
Growing bored watching the fight between the girl and the Adi, Loki notices something strange going on, it seemed the girl was being removed and replaced, not bothering to find out more, Loki turns and walks away from the wall, eyeing the blind man who he had spoken to before, his muscles are tensing as his duel blade floats up into his hand he twirls it between his fingers. He ignites one half of the saber, the blade glowing, a bright red, he spins it a few times first left then right getting a feel for the heft, he lifts a hand, his fingers almost claw like and sends a blast of lighting at the blind man, his face now passive no more snarls or sneers, the battle was upon them. Loki took a passive stance blade held low and pointed out at the side, his eyes never leaving his opponent, he prepares for the counterstrike sure to follow after sending his blast of lightning, Loki wonders briefly what the man will do with the lighting rushing at his face, all this happening within the breadth of a second. |
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