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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Apr 23, 2013 11:46:59 GMT -8
Inks and Era vs Adi and Corr
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Equipment- No guns or explosives. Armour is what you are used to
Where? Well......Middle of a Battlefield. Explosions (for effect) and enemies trying to shoot you.
The Sith burst into the galaxy with a startling desperation, it seemed that somewhere somehow they had gotten rid of the rule of two, even the rule of one. There were thousands of them and they attacked a divided but peaceful galaxy. Huge swaths of the galaxy were conquered with the help of their cloned soliders. After six months of brutal warfare trillions were dead and the planets that were not destroyed were found completely devoid of sentient life. Finally a standstill happened and the two sides could do nothing more than cast glances at each other.
After ten years of this the galaxy struck back at the invaders and those were once the attackers were now on the defensive and losing ground fast. They were eventually tracked down to their planet of origin, a strange exotic world unknown of in the Unknown Regions. It was there, where they found the source of the darksiders power. A super weapon capable of emitting radiation that only killed sentient beings and left everything intact. After a costly battle that took months the planet was taken and the weapon belonged to the various groups that had fought to rid the galaxy of the invaders. However without a common enemy the groups lost cohesion, and soon turned on each other for control of the weapon. Outside the strange looking machine the armies stood weapons pointed at each other waiting for someone to take the first shot.
The fighters would find themselves in the middle of the standoff, once host to a great city now nothing but rubble and ruins. The fighters, leaders of the solders meet in one of the more intact buildings to try to find a comprise, which wasn't saying much. Two stories tall, holes in the floor and walls with the furniture thrown every which way.
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Post by Corr on Apr 24, 2013 2:49:32 GMT -8
Corr stood in stoic silence, watching the opposition through the grin countenance if his visored helm. The flared cheek-guards and curving horns, reminiscent of some mythical demon, stained red in the diffuse light, filtered through smoke and dust, the tinted spectrum of ruin. The stand-off didn't bother the stoically grim Mandalorian. He got paid by the hour so the credits were stacking up as he stood there fiddling with his left gauntlet. The missile launcher had been damaged by a lightsaber strike and most of the systems in the complicated device had seized up. His jetpack was out of juice, meaning his flamer too, and he'd managed to lose both his blasters somewhere along the way. Not that Corr gave a fuck about such things. Blasters had been lacking in this war anyway, causing limited damage if any at all. No. This war had been up close and in the face, which is where Corr liked it. He felt the reassuring weight of his beskad on his left hip as well as the lightsaber hilt that clipped and clanked reassuringly on his right thigh when he moved. The beskar claws, stained red, retracted grudgingly into the left gauntlet, runners finally free from interference, ready for the fight once again. The big Mando looked down at the multiple scars on his beskar-clad chest, noting which ones would have been fatal had he not been garbed in his metal skin. His greaves and shin-guard were similarly pitted, eliciting a smile for the scarred face.
His helmet tilted to the right slightly to take in the blonde Jedi stood next to him. Since the duel on Honoghr, a duel in which both combatants had developed a healthy respect for each other, Corr had come to admire Adieumus Matango as a Jedi who got shit done. It had been no surprise that, in the face of doom, the Jedi Watchman had contacted Corr and his Ori'ramikade for assistance. If Matango had thought he could build on their kinship to get Corr's aid then he had been vastly mistaken. Creds were called for and creds were injected, cred of sufficient worth to purchase a Vhett army for the war.
And so Corr had fought beside Adi savagely, his men dying around him again for a cause that was not their own, something done for generations of Mando'ade. Something Corr no longer resented. After all, they got bored without a good war.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2013 5:32:59 GMT -8
Eralam was not a happy Shard. Since he was being controlled via a phone instead of his writer's normal PC interface, he didn't even have the coding necessary to make his narration stand out as narration.
His current alliance with Dace was as much a matter of convenience as it was token of a long and hard-won friendship. Notions of good and evil were alien to the RoboNinja; he could care less about the weapon or why they were fighting for it. No, he had a different target in mind: Adi's hair. No one should be able to stride through a battlefield and still retain their perfectly styled anime hairdo.
Eralam, in his infinite wisdom, was convinced that such a feat was only possible via interference from a malicious and stylish extradimensional foe, one that must be defeated if this battle was going to have any meaning at all. Better to let the organic population of the galaxy die in agony than be forced into follicular servitude.
It had taken years to get to this point. And the battle that had brought the necessary players together had been one of the hardest of Eralam's long, long life.
Both of his revolvers had been rendered inoperable by carbon fouling. They would need to be acid dipped and reblued before he could safely use them again. For now, he would have to rely on his silver eralam-bladed lightsaber and the phrik dagger that served as a main gauche.
Also, in a special pouch on his belt, he carried a straight razor. Win or lose, that bastard Adi was going to get a haircut.
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Post by Deadniquitous on Apr 24, 2013 9:05:08 GMT -8
*Iniquitous stood, because make no mistake this WAS Iniquitous, his hard black eyes looking angrily across the room at Corr and Adi. His nephew. Longtime enemy, one time friend. The big Mando's faceplate as expressionless as ever. The years long wars had driven Dace back towards the darkside, and he had fallen hard. His hair, once silver/white was now more gray/white and hung just past his shoulders. His face was grizzled and a scar ran along his left cheek, ending just under his eye. He wore black armour, his old old armour from years gone by. He wore it to this meeting to show a little disrespect to the Mandos working with Adi. It was Beskar, given to him by Corrs own family, Cassus.
Under his left arm was tucked his helmet, the purple deaths head etched on the front, his claws gauntlet on his left hand, the shoto punching saber built into the right gauntlet, He glanced at Eralam briefly, then spoke.
"I seriously doubt they are going to listen to anything we have to say. There is NO way Adi is going to let you cut his hair....."
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Post by Adi on Apr 24, 2013 21:51:35 GMT -8
Why he was standing here, he would never know.
He was the only 'good guy' here...the rest were the scoundrels, the despots, and the rejects of the bad guys....even his pseudo-partner, Corr Vhett, wasn't one that he thought would be standing here alongside him....but Ashla had thrown a curveball when she had guided Adi and the Watchmen here. All had fought gallantly, but no ground was gained on any front. The smell of blood, death, destruction...it hung thick in the air. Errant, random blaster bolts were still sailing past, sending a very real chill up the Jedi's spine. In this stalemate, there was only death...no one would be able to withstand destruction on this scale for much longer.
...Now, they stood here...Four leaders of the warring factions, like the four horsemen of the Apocalypse...ready to rip each other to shreds. His Uncle-in-Law, one Dace Concordia, opposed him yet again. He was in some sort of armor, Beskargam apparently, and suddenly, Adi felt very under-dressed for the occasion in his black t-shirt *reading "There's a middle finger in every handshake"*, his black cargo pants, and his Air Force Ones. Luckily, he at least had his lightsaber, along with his phrik gloves and bracers.
Maybe he could swipe Dace's armor at some point. The old man would be eliminated quickly, as elderly as he was. His partner, however, was a different story
Nodding to Corr, Adi cracked his neck.
"I know Concordia, but not the other one. What's the story on the walking armory?"
It wasn't like he -needed- to know, but perhaps Corr could be useful this one time, aside from being excellent cannon fodder later in the duel. Matango figured that Dace or the other guy would stomp a few dents in that expressionless visor pretty handily. The Arkanian figured he would have to end up fighting both Dace and the unknown dweebazoid in a handicap match....but maybe Corr would land a lucky shot on one of them, and make things a little easier in the long run...but that was asking a lot of a Mandalorian.
...he could have -sworn- he read Dace's lips, and saw something about a 'hair cut'....Oh HELLS no!!! Not today, pal....
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Post by Corr on Apr 25, 2013 8:36:10 GMT -8
Corr's expressionless mask remain as it was, the only indication he was a living being the slight tilt of the angle every now and then as he turned his gaze upon each one of them in turn. We're they supposed to be negotiating here? A laughable concept in itself. Like -ANY- of the four present had -ANY- reason to say -ANYTHING- to one another other than insults or threats. Even in silence Corr would insult each and every one of them. Both annoying Dace and mocking Adi with the stupid -HYPHENS- is a good example of how to do this via ones narration.
His gaze fell upon Iniquitous. Jedi on moment, Sith the next, Bellend always. His towering height, the Beskar'Gam adding to his usually lean frame, made him an impressive height but he still looked old. Tired. It was a wonder e was still going, especially without the aid of a walking stick. Perhaps this was the last act in an illustrious career and perhaps the former Faceless Lord knew it, seeking to depart the galaxy with a bang. Corr would make sure it was a whimper.
Gaze drifting to the Beskar'ad standing next to the Sith Corr grimaced slightly. Now this barve was all sorts of tough. His mind flicked back to the Junkyard many year ago. His Beskar claws hacking at the reinforced neck. The Iron Knight tumbling through a grenade explosion, absorbing blaster bolts for fun. The neck was definitely the way to go, perhaps dismemberment should be attempted... His mind turned over the possible scenario's as he waited for the drools to get these pleasantries out of the way so they could get down to business.
At least he had Adi on his side. If ever there was one to fuck up a negotiation it was Matango. He struggled ordering his dinner such was the blondeness of the Jedi. I mean... How stupid was he? He looked like he was going clubbing not going to war.
A snort of disdain escaped Corr, sounding like a garbled transmission as it burst forth from his helmet speaker. A twisted sound that didn't have any business being associated with a living being.
The voice that growled out afterwards was no better.
Gar ori'buyce, kih'kovid, cyar'ikade...
He addressed both of them, all three in fact, though he doubted any of them understood. Switching to basic his chewing-glass-voice continued as his arms folded across his scarred chestplate.
Walk away and live. Stay and die. That simple.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2013 8:48:57 GMT -8
If Eralam had possessed eyebrows, one would have been raised skeptically. He had figured "negotiations" really meant "Get everybody in one spot so Corr could shoot them all." Still, they were here, best come out with it.
"Look, I think we can all agree that if this comes down to a fight, we all die. Regardless of who wins, the troops on the other side are going to tear the survivors apart."
As if to emphasize the point, a blaster bolt whizzed past the spot on Eralam's head where an ear would have been located if he had been human.
"This weapon won't do us any good if we're too dead to use it. So, here's my offer: help us blow it in place. No one gets it. In return, we all walk away from here. Everyone will have 24 hours to leave the planet and regroup. I have but one condition."
The Iron Knight turned towards Adi and pointed a finger at his perfectly styled hair.
"Your hair is the portal from which all evil in our dimension emanates. If it is not cut, then our galaxy will soon be overrun by something more monstrous than any of you have ever known. Whatever happens here, whether we live or die, your hair must be cut."
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Post by Corr on Apr 25, 2013 9:05:59 GMT -8
The sharp bark of a laugh erupted from Corr's buy'ce, the guffaw quickly muffled as the visored gaze turned towards Adi's disheveled mop. That explains a lot, he thought.
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Post by Adi on Apr 25, 2013 9:44:54 GMT -8
He couldn't believe he was even CONSIDERING this...
On one hand, it was the Galaxy...trillions would be saved from the terror of this superweapon, the war would be over, no one else would have to die....on the other though, it was his always-perfect HAIR on the line, here!! He literally paid several credits to have this 'I dont give a womp rat's ass, I'm gonna wake up looking this good' look, and he wasn't going to let some robot with an attitude problem and a gun cut his hair. Worse yet, the Mandalorian moron was laughing....
Oh this...this was just too much. On top of everything else, Adi wasn't sure he could let Dace witness something like that. If he did, Matango would =have= to kill him, else he would never hear the end of the bald jokes. No matter which way you sliced it, it wasn't going to be a good day for the Jedi.
...He was really going to have to kick a puppy, or dump water on a kitten for this as stress relief. Snapping his head around to the Mandalorian that was giggling like a schoolgirl in heat, Adi snapped at him.
"Shut up, Corr. No one likes you."
He turned back to the walking trash heap.
"Fine. But I get that pistol, too. And they don't get to watch. You better have a good shaving cream, and a sharp razor. I have a sensitive scalp."
What the KRIFF was he SAYING?!?!? How could something as pretty as his hair be the root of all evil in the galaxy?? Well, there was that one time that a rancor tried to escape the third ring of chaos using his hair...but Adi just thought it was a ganja-induced delusion. He managed to shove the toothy beast back from whence it came, though...nothing else had come out. It was just really nice hair...
...Damn demonic portals anyway.
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Post by Deadniquitous on Apr 25, 2013 10:23:55 GMT -8
*He looked over at Corr laughing, then arched an eyebrow as Eralam finished his speech*
"Fine speech."
*Rather than pissing about, and wanting to see Adi get his head shaved, Iniquitous deftly, and quickly, reached out in the Force, looking to grab Adi and pull him across the room to within shaving distance*
"So, we are gonna just take the weapon anyway, right?"
*He spoke under his breath quickly, bracing himself for the resistance he was sure to feel shortly, the claws on his left gauntlet extending with a subtle -snick-*
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2013 10:39:57 GMT -8
Eralam used his internal radio to speak directly to Inky's tactical commlink, the one he should have in is ear or else Eralam is going to feel really stupid. At any rate, the signal wouldn't travel more than a few feet, and was heavily encrypted.
Um, probably not. It'll need some rather extensive demo, so take scans with your helmet. It can be built again. We, on the other hand, cannot. Besides, this is Adi's hair we're talking about. He'd sooner take castration than a haircut.
"Don't worry, Jedi. My razor is so sharp that it'll cut you if you look at it too hard. I've also been downloading all the latest fashion magazines. We can stem the tide of evil without rendering you completely bald."
Eralam couldn't believe that this was happening. All this work was finally paying off. He just had to convince Inky to play along for long enough to complete his mission.
"How about this: Inky, Corr, you two start the demolition. I'll rid the universe of this unspeakable evil, and you two can glare at each other across a brick of detonate. And Adi," Eralam said, the verbal grimace evident, "gets a pistol."
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Post by Corr on Apr 25, 2013 14:29:20 GMT -8
Corr nodded once a sure, swift jerk of the head and started forward. Expecting a post-cut he kept his feet even and weight balanced as he marched straight towards Iniquitous, two steps taking him alongside then passed Adi, the third bringing him to within range of his target. With Inky engaged in some sort of garsping attack against Adi, Corr couldfeel the subtle stirrings in the Force eminating from the man, Corr sought to get a strike in with little chance of his foe countering. He stepped a forth time, cocking a massive fist back with the motion and thundering it towards the tall, white-haired mans face.
He let the Force swirl into his as he did so, the savage lust of the coming combat fueling the innate power that was always there, merely awaiting the emotional injection to fuel it searing nature. Gone was the restraint Corr had previously fostered towards harnessing the power of the Force. Gone was the calm, enlightened nature of Cassus Fetts teaching. The long war had eroded any faith Corr had in a so-called lightside to the Force. Unbridled rage was hi way now and a curious joy came over him with each unleashing. The hooks of madness were in and Corr really didn't give a fuck anymore. He would lay waste to Inky, then Eralam... then probably rip Adi's hanging face from his head too. Weapon? What weapon? He WAS the weapon. He was the answer, the question, the question mark... He was Corr and that was all.
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Post by Adi on Apr 25, 2013 14:50:55 GMT -8
*Well, that was rather interesting....
Adi was suddenly being lifted off the ground...thankfully away from the head shaving. Apparently, Dace didn't follow fashion talk very well, and wanted to get to the action. Typical. He would try to use crush next....and probably not have the balls to see a move through, cutting his way into maneuvers. It was just his way, no matter which side of the force he was on this week. He loved several moves...and stuck to them like glue. It might very well be his undoing.
Corr burst forth, and shot past Adi, throwing a punch. At least they were on the same page for now....*
*Locking his eyes on Dace's beady lil orbs...deep sunk in his old geezer face...Adi snapped the index and middle fingers of his left hand out into a 'V' shape. Projecting the force through his fingers...and trying to drive it into Inky's eyes...hoping to blind him for a moment. This would serve -two- purposes. One, it would break line of sight more than likely, and two, it might open the Sithy/Jedy-y wannabe up for the punch that Corr was throwing....He had timed it so that as Corr threw his punch, the 'eye poke' would be landing.*
*Well, here was hoping. Daceniquitous was well-known to interrupt moves in progress, so if it wasn't to be, it wasn't to be. Matango would do what he always did...adapt, improvise, overcome. It was what had kept him alive thus far, and it would continue to do so through this one. Ashla would not let one of her star pupils fall to ruffians that couldn't make up their mind....*
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Post by Deadniquitous on Apr 26, 2013 7:09:30 GMT -8
*Sometimes, they made it too easy. They were both correct, a post cut was imminent, given form by their own actions. Corr moved quickly. The man was a beast and would pose the biggest problem. Adi was crafty. Mostly. That shirt was effing TERRIBLE though, and would need to be dealt with after he dealt with Corr. Stepping quickly to his right he did two things. He used his grip on Adi via the force to try and slam the man into Corrs back as hard as he could, tucking his own head into his right shoulder and leaning slightly to his right, snapping his let arm out at Corrs neck, the claws extended. In theory Adi would slam into Corr and drive the big man into Iniquitous left fist, causing a rather bloody gurgling death. BUt he knew it wouldnt happen that way. It never did.*
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2013 18:01:59 GMT -8
On the down side, it looked like the haircut deal was right out. On the up side, there were two enemies, more or less within arm's reach, and both of them were focused on Inky. Well then.
Eralam did two things, both of which were pretty easy, seeing as how he wasn't actually under attack, wasn't the focus of anyone's attention, and because he was goddamn Eralam. Since Inkster had tried to knock Corr and Adi together, Eralam reached out with the Force, hoping to hold them that way for maybe a half a second. Since he hadn't actively been preparing to rend the heavens and the earth through mortal combat, the squeeze lacked the duration of a normal Eralam powered Force move, but it didn't have to work long.
After all, it doesn't take long for a lightsaber to split an unarmored foe in two.
While this was happening, Eralam was swinging for the fences. Since the lightsaber was on his left hip, he had to draw across his body to get to it. While this is not quite as practical for a lightsaber as it would be for a normal sword, it still allowed the weapon wielder to generate crazy amounts of force off the draw. All Eralam had to do was pivot on the balls of his feet so he was facing the others, and then draw and swing in one fell swoop. His point of aim was at the small of the back, a horizontal line about even with Corr's kidneys. Since most practical battlefield armor has a gap between any back plate and thigh/ass plates for the sake of mobility, and since Corr was both charging forward (and therefore probably leaning forward,)there was a really good chance that the back plate was riding up. This, in essence, would leave the kidneys open for attack. A lot of armor will incorporate some sort of light protection for the kidneys, but without the trauma plate in the way, a blow like that could still be equivalent too taking a baseball bat to the lower back. That, in itself, could be fatal over time. In the sort term, the pain from such a blow will paralyze most beings, even if only for a moment.
Eralam considered it a bonus that Adi would be bisected if all went according to plan.
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Post by Corr on Apr 27, 2013 5:17:31 GMT -8
The thing with using Adi as a weapon to slam into Corr was that Adi, being such a punt little runt, would likely bounce straight off the massive Mando, hardly influencing his movement at all. Whether the Arkanian countered the move or not would be up to his writer but Corr's writer, seeing no real need to factor a counter to this, will just ignore any such need to find a way around such a thing and crack on like a boss. This is not to say that he won't find a way to use this. Should the impact come it would enable Corr to increase his forward momentum and turn his fist strike into an all-out tackle...
Eralams attack, coming in from Corr's right, or left... We haven't seemed to specify which side of who we were all stood on, but that shouldn't matter. Right or left Corr's move should still suffice. Corr abandoned his punch in favour of a diving crouch, right hand now stabbing towards Inky's hip as he bent forward near double, right shoulder aiming to crash into Inky's lower abdomen. His move should mean two things. One he hoped to get his head below Inky's strike, or at least take it on the top of his armoured head. With this in mind he had tensed up his neck ready for any such impact. Second, Eralams strike, aimed at his lower back, should impact armour at an angle and flick off and up over his back. he beskar there should be sufficient to deal with such a blow though, as stated by my esteemed colleague, an all out impact may have found a way through.
Left arm splaying wide and preparing to hook around Inky's right hip, crouch and tucked, Corr's mighty legs fired him forward into Inky's midsection. Should contact take place as he wished Corr would follow through, rising up then slamming down in an epic Spinebuster-style move...
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Post by Adi on Apr 29, 2013 18:25:19 GMT -8
Adi felt like an Arkanian pinball. Inky was yanking him around like he used to yank Max's...nevermind. That's for another story. This story involved Adi currently flying toward Corr's back, and Eralam going into motion. All of this was happening at a blitzing pace, and to anyone else, it would be nigh-impossible to keep up with.
But this was ADI!! He was like a Jedi rockstar, or something....He knew how to kick ass, and take names. He knew how to make sammiches for Ice when they were done with their...exercising. He knew how to change diapers....*for his son, not Inky...we all know he needs Depends*....And like, save the universe and all that Jedi jazz....
As Adi was propelled toward Corr by the Inkster, he drew his knees up toward his body, curling like a spring. When he was in range, the Jedi knight burst into an explosive surge of speed, and attempted to put his feet up on Corr's back, timed to land as Eralam's saber sailed just under his feet. As if in slow motion, Matango would push off the big Mando's back with his legs, twisting his body around, and grabbing his saber with his right hand, Adi snapped the orange blade to life, the quick activation trigger doing its job beautifully. The twisting of his body carried the Jedi like a twisting tornado, with the lightsaber as its outside edge...aimed at slicing clean through the offending arm of the venerable shard's weapon arm...and possibly more of the robot's mechanical body if the strike continued.
Not only that, but if Corr was amicable about Adi doing this maneuver, it would add momentum to -his- charge into Iniquitous. He honestly wasn't trying to call a hit, but he was really hoping Corr would be a good guy and help a brotha out.....
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Post by Deadniquitous on Apr 30, 2013 6:31:47 GMT -8
This really couldnt have happened any better if Iniquitous had manipulated the Force to make it happen. Corr went to tackle him, and Adi, sweet sweet Adi, was about to use Corr's back as a spring board, just as Iniquitous left arm went over the lowered head of Corr where the mans neck was seconds before, you know, as Corr ducked to tackle Iniquitous. Keep in mind that Inks claws were extended on his left gauntlet. And Adi was now moving at a speed that would, in theory, not allow him to move in time. One would hope.
He swept his claws across, at what would probably be knee height on Adi now, and depending on how his legs were bunched, the unarmoured stomach or chest as well. This happened pretty much all at the same time, given the descriptions of the other authors and their timing. Corr then proceeded to slam into Iniquitous armoured body, and the two crashed to the ground, Iniquitous bringing his right knee up, and kicking his legs out and over his head backwards as the two men collided, his right fist coming across, directed at the spot under Corrs armpit, the 6 inch shoto igniting on his right gauntlet. His intent was to slam the small blade into Corrs armpit, and launch the large man off him and into the wall behind them
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2013 18:30:59 GMT -8
Well now this was embarrassing. All this time, Eralam had thought it was Corr's post, when in reality, it was his own. A lesser being might apologize, but since we all know that Eralam's a right bastard, let's just pretend this never happened. This, as in his fuckup, not the duel. Because the duel is totally happening.
Totally. Adi totes used Corr as a spring board, and Inky totes just kinda had to stand their and let the flying Jedi run into a blade. There was the small matter of the strike aimed at Eralam, however. See, he was rather fond of his arm, and had no intention of losing it before he could chop off the interdimensional portal of evil on Adi's head.
He was committed to the swing. Too late to abort that, but not too late to...modify it a bit. To avoid any unfortunate acts of self mutilation, the Shard flipped off his lightsaber and drew his sword arm towards his body. Doing so pulled it out of the way of the oncoming blade, and had the fortunate bonus of allowing his rate of spin to increase. This added a bit more centrifugal force to his non sword arm, the one that wielding his dagger. This same dagger was hurled towards his opponent's unprotected chest at high speed and at very close range. It was not thrown in the popular end over end spin that you see in movies. The pointy end would always be pointed at the target.
As soon as the dagger was released, the left arm was also pulled close to the body. To bring his upper body out of the danger zone, Eralam applied a minor Force push to his own head, one that would cause his head and torso to go backwards while his lower body continued forward. When you add up the total sum of all of these various forces, you end up with the Shard on the ground in the push-up position, his feet towards the rest of the fight.
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Post by Corr on May 5, 2013 7:15:59 GMT -8
Corrs tackle went off exactly as stated above apart from one fact. Adi's springboard maneuver had managed to do what the original bump into Corr's back wouldn't. Increase the big Mando's momentum. Instead of crashing Inky to the go=round in a slam the added momentum had propelled Corr forward. Through no accord of his own Corr's legs had attempted to keep him balanced through the move, shuffling quickly to avoid an uncontrolled slam as opposed to one in which he was the master. Instead of bearing down, the armoured titan reared up, arms locking and lifting Iniquitous who, though an extremely tall man, age had withered enough to reduce weight sufficiently to allow Corr to easily lift, hauling the other man over the right shoulder.
The scurry forward, balance precarious at best, hurtled both combatants towards plasterboard wall behind Iniquitous and, just as they reached it, Corr launched himself at the crumbling obstacle, intending to slam Iniquitous into and possible THROUGH it.
The Force running through Corr, while not being used overtly still gave him some awareness as to what was going on around him. He knew not what Adi and Eralam were doing, the impact on his back being the last contact he had felt before placing his attention on the man perched on his shoulder. He felt the danger from his impromptu parrot but could do little about it at the moment. His own move would obviously abort Inky's leg movements and possibly hamper the shoto attack, should those two moves still be deemed viable by my fellow author. Whatever the case there was little he could do for now about either...
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Corr Vhett - puts the "Laughter" in "Manslaughter"..... 
