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Post by Adi on Apr 24, 2013 15:57:45 GMT -8
Bajos vs Orfao
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Post by Bajos Terrak on Apr 26, 2013 6:29:40 GMT -8
The gurgling sound of this organic tomb was already pissing the tall Sith off as he stood at the bottom of the freighters ramp, glaring off into the darkness. The landing light of the old Why-Tee thirteen hundred did little to pierce the prevailing gloom, the moisture in the air seeming to suck the pathetic beams into shadow as soon as they drifted a few meters from their source. To say the atmosphere here was oppressive would be an understatement and Bajos' helm worked to filter out the stench as well as counter the minimal oxygen of this disgusting abyss.
That he had been ingested by a giant slug did little to dampen the Dark Lords spirits. A morose man by nature, he lacked enough emotional fiber to be affected by his predicament and sought only to end the one who had caused this situation to arise. A Jedi. That much he could tell by the fetid reek of righteousness that lay heavy on the Force. How he came to be here was irrelevant, as was the why. He would destroy this pathetic lightsider then worry about his escape. Hell he would carve his way to cold vacuum if he had to, escaping this putrid cell wit his usual indomitable will.
The Jedi approached. He could tell.
At nearly seven feet in height garbed in archaic armour, Bajos was an impressive sight. He bulked over three hundred pounds, not really something that hindered in the slight gravity of this place but sure to be an asset he could use.
With a casual air he drew a lightsaber hilt from his right hip, sending the crimson blade burning forth, and waited. The Force burned and seethed in him, ruthlessly controlled and subjugated. It was always there for he was always angry. Mind dwelling savagely on the wrongs dealt to him by a cruel world and an unfair galaxy.
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Post by Orfao The Fatherless on Apr 26, 2013 14:06:58 GMT -8
His breathing apparatus would hinder him not at all. In point of fact, one would consider the ability to breath a boon. He thanked the Force it was so and continued his gentle pace towards the pulsing in the Force that was a darksider. Of this he was certain. In quiet preparation Orfao drew the Force into and through his body, feeling its life giving power wash away his fatigue and doubt, calming his thoughts. His was a slight stature. Under 6 foot, less than 200 pounds, his opponents often underestimated him and his abilities. His hair was set in a warriors braid, shaved from his brow to the middle of his head, and worn over his right shoulder. He wore white robes and a calm expression beneath his breather. He spotted the darksider just ahead and closed the gab quickly yet calmly. He stood quiet, facing the giant of a man, and waited, his arms folded inside his sleeves...
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Post by Bajos Terrak on Apr 26, 2013 14:31:14 GMT -8
There he was, appearing out of the gloom like some benevolent angel, white robes seeming to fend of the encroaching darkness. Slight of stature and calm of air he appeared typical f his kind, wrapped up in the serenity that all Jedi liked to portray. Of course labeling this man a Jedi was an assumption and Bajos was quick to forestall any more leaps of logic that would betray him should he guess wrong. A lightsider for sure, smaller than him but not necessarily weaker. Bajos' towering anger was kept in check by an analytic mind, sharp as a razor and twice as cutting. The scar running down Bajos' face was a stark remainder of what happened when one underestimated a foe and it still smarted to have been so marked by one Bajos saw as inferior.
As the white-garbed being stopped in front of him, roughly five meters separating them, the armoured figure let his crimson blade swing lazily through an infinity arc.
"Prepared to die, little one?"
His voice growled out from his helm, a deep bass rumble that seemed to match the subsonic sounds of digestion gurgling nastily around them. The Force twirled within him, the darkside roaring hungrily, begging for release and stroking his anger and hate as if seeking the vessel with which it would sail forth.
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Post by Orfao The Fatherless on Apr 29, 2013 6:36:19 GMT -8
"There is no Death Dark One. There is only the Force"
His voice was muffled but mostly audible, his lilting accent drifting across the space between them. He did nothing more than continue to allow the Force to rush through his body, and turn his right foot slightly to the left, his toes pointed at his left foot, his left foot subtly sliding a little farther left. He did nothing more after that then nod at the large man across from him. He exhaled, his heart rate slowing, all tenseness leaving his body
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Post by Bajos Terrak on Apr 29, 2013 6:59:31 GMT -8
"Then you have nothing to fear..."
He moved, slowly stalking to his left, angled to close the distance between them at a very slow rate and put him out of lie with his foe. His saber swished left and right between them, now angled to his right, still held in his right hand. Three slow, measured steps had halved the distance, bringing him within striking range. His anger and hate twisted his features into a snarl as the Darkside raged within him, empowering him with its garrulous nature.
"Jedi platitudes are fine in theory..."
The saber came up lazily, arcing over his right shoulder, still held in a nonchalant right-hand grip. His left hand curled at his left hip, out of his opponents line of sight. Tiny tendrils of blue light gathered around the gauntlet-encased limb, sparking flashes of energy demanding release.
"But they won't save you."
The saber came crashing down, the cut angled towards his foe's head.
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Post by Orfao The Fatherless on Apr 30, 2013 7:32:32 GMT -8
He waited. His patience was legendary. The saber attack arced in what was aptly termed a lazy strike. Still he waited. The saber came down, and he let the Force dlow through his body in a massive rush. Suddenly everything around him seemed to slow. He could see the beads of sweat on the other mans face, the movement of the Saber. He could almost see light tracing from the blade as it now looked to come down ever so slowly. He moved to his own left, Bajos right, and jumped lightly, driving his right foot at the bigger mans knee, twisting slightly as he did and driving his left fist towards the neck of the other man, just below the ear, his left hand staying open, and coming forward at incredible speed due to the use of Force Speed, looking to slam palm open into the face plate of the other man. UNder normal circumstance, he wouldnt be able to do any of these moves in such rapid succession had it not been for his use of Speed
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Post by Bajos Terrak on Apr 30, 2013 11:10:19 GMT -8
The smaller man moved with blinding speed, easily avoiding Bajos' initial attack and ghosting forward to mount an attack of his own. Luckily for Bajos his own lethargic strike had been a faint. The coiling power being drawn into his left hand during his movements bubbled forth,covering the appendage in forks of shining lightning. As the smaller man moved forward, drifting to the Dark Lord right, Bajos brought his left hand around and out across his body. Twisting his hips he shoved his hand straight towards the Lightsiders chest just as Orfao's hand steamed in towards his face. With Orfao jumping forward he should be unable to alter his trajectory even with Force speed as the thunderous Force Push streamed out. It was focused as tightly as Bajos could manage, seeking to crush the fragile chest of his opponent. As he twisted clockwise so too did his lightsaber follow that line. Aborting his feint he dragged the sizzling red blade laterally, from his left to right, across at a shoulder height on Orfao.
There was little he could do to counter the other mans attacks. He twisted his knee slightly to minimise the blow, angling it so that it would bend at the joint rather than snap under the assault. Likewise he turned his head away, not needing to look where his attack was going, and tilted it away as best as he could. With his body twisted and arm extended towards his foe's chest, his superior height should allow him to avoid a serious strike to his face, helm notwithstanding.
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Post by Orfao The Fatherless on May 3, 2013 6:49:33 GMT -8
Bajos left arm came across, pointing at the slight amount of Orfaos upper torso as it could, turning as he did so. Orfao brought his left leg up slightly, slamming his foot at the other mans hip and attempting to push off with both feet to his own left, tucking into a fast backflip, using the momentum of the push to help him along. It hit his body on the right side, propelling him on his way, and as he landed he quietly took stock of the damage done. Bruised, not broken. Movable now but would stiffen up with time. He took a deep breath and ignored it for now. He silently wondered if the punch to the mans neck had actually done anything, considering his face slap seemed ineffectual being that he missed almost the entire face plate of the other man...Pity. It would have been good to disorient the much larger man. He stood, left leg forward, right leg back slightly, right arm tucked behind, resting in his lower back, his left hand resting on his thigh, palm up. He locked his brown eyes on the other man and smiled politely
"An excellent counter. Your movement belies your size. A pity the Dark Side runs so thickly through you"
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Post by Bajos Terrak on May 4, 2013 8:42:25 GMT -8
His knee bent easily with the impact, cushioning the impact sufficiently to avoid injury. That is not to say that the kick didn't hurt, drawing an annoyed growl from the massive Sith. Likewise the strike at his neck had little impact, Bajos' backward lean robbing the punch of the follow through needed to cause any discomfort. The punch likely landed n the upper part of his chestplate and would, if anything, cause the lightsiders fist an injury.
The secondary kick to the hip was actually the most annoying of the strikes as Bajos' set stance, as well as him having to keep his balance from the kick at his knee, meant that he couldn't minimise the blow like he had with the other two. Luckily his foe was not a heavy man and and his kick off from Bajos' hip propelled him away rather than force through his attack. The impact thudded off his heavy belt, the hard leather protecting somewhat too, drawing another growl of pain as the dull throb of a forming bruise asserted itself.
The pain only fueled his anger and indignant disdain for all things Orfao, the Force roaring through him like a raging demon of hate, prompting him to attack and destroy the pathetic being in front of him. While susceptible to such rash actions as a headlong charge Bajos thought better of it this time, seeing the fluid speed of his opponent.
As Orfao gracefully arced backward, over his lateral blade in a frozby flop-like maneuver, Bajos turned fully to face the lightsider. He wove his blade in another lazy infinity arc, nodding his helmed head as the other spoke. A barked of laughter escaped him as he replied.
"Flattery will get you nowhere, my friend..."
He drifted sideways again, moving right, closing the distance again with his subtle lateral drift. It is a known fact in Star Wars that listing lazily confuses and bedazzles foe's and this is what Bajos hoped here... >_>
"Never pity the darkside. You know not what war be raging within its shadowy depths."
He flicked his saber out, still held in his right hand only. It was a whip-like move, designed so that the tip would score a hit but little actual damage done. It was aimed at Orfao's face in an attempt to get him to flinch and/or dodge away.
Bajos' right foot slid forward slightly though his center of balance remained neutral...
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Post by Orfao The Fatherless on May 6, 2013 6:59:20 GMT -8
He slid back a half foot, letting the Force Speed drain from his body. Everything snapped back to 'reality' for him and he took a steadying breath. He took a moment to let his body catch up, moving languidly, like water. Once his body felt level, he prepared himself for the next round of attacks sure to come from the large dark sider across from him
"I pity no man. A choice is just that. A choice. It can be unmade. War is a manifestation of your own mind my Dark friend"
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Post by Bajos Terrak on May 7, 2013 14:02:30 GMT -8
The tip of the red blade flickered in front of the Lightsiders face, the half-foot backslide taking the smaller man out of range. Of that strike anyway. So little movement meant that he was still within range if Bajos were too...
With his center of balanced distributed evenly, but his right foot advanced ready, it was a simple matter for the big man to double his attack. As the blade retreated from its whip-like slash Bajos reversed its direction, ingoring and possibly interrupting the smaller mans ditribe. Right foot sliding forward a couple of feet and right hand extending out once again, he drove his saber forward, tip first, in a stab directly at Orfao's chest. Like a fencer attempting to score a hit on the body, he drove the crimson blade towards Orfao's heart, right arm leading the charge, left resting lightly on his hip, elbow extended for balance.
His height and his foot movement should easily place his saber in a position to stab right through the other mans chest, darkside of the Force providing accuracy and strength though not overtly used in any way. It thundered through him like a molten waterfall, begging to be utilised to squash this lightsided fool.
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Post by Orfao The Fatherless on May 16, 2013 13:46:27 GMT -8
The strike came towards his chest and Orfao became motion. The Force flowed through him and his left hand snapped up and left, palm open, deflecting the blade slightly to his right, his left leg shooting up, his toes stretched back, looking to plant the balls of his foot into the elbow of Bajos extended arm, his own right arm lifting slightly and quietly up towards his own face. He used Force Weapon on his own body. Short bursts, but effective. He snapped his left foot back down quickly, his upper body leaning ever so slightly to his left
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Post by Bajos Terrak on May 16, 2013 14:21:03 GMT -8
The strike against the blade was just enough to deflect the the crimson energy slightly, making the strike stab the air to the right of Orfao's body as the smaller man dropped into a backward lean. Before Bajos could drag the blade down and left, severing Orfao in half, the foot struck his elbow hard. The amour and natural strength of the limb protected against injury but the jolt of the impact forced his hand open and up. The lightsaber flew from his grasp, spinning end over end into the air, the blade flashing into a scarlet circle before it fizzled out, hilt disappearing into the darkness and shadow.
Growling his annoyance the big man swung his left leg around, pivoting on his advanced right foot, to thunder a kick at the lightsider around waist-height, arcing in to strike at Orfao's right-side. His left arm came around, following the line of the kick, to fire a hammer fist down at Orfao's chest in a double attack.
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Post by Orfao The Fatherless on May 24, 2013 7:11:50 GMT -8
It was a beautiful dance. Orfao with the deflection and toe kick to the elbow. Bajos with the side kick and hammer fist. Orfao almost smiled. Almost. With his left and slightly back lean, he did two things. Bajos kicked and Orfao twisted farther to his left, his right leg coming up, his knee nearly touching his chest, his left hand facing Bajos midsection, palm open. With his right leg up, he caught the kick at roughly Bajos ankle with the balls of his foot and fired a Force push at the Sith while pushing off at the same time with his right foot, launching himself into a back flip towards the 'wall' of the 'cave'. When his feet touched the wall, he used to Force to stick himself to the material, looking like he was growing out of the side. , feet spread apart, his left side facing the floor, his right side the ceiling. His face was calm, serene, beneath his breather. He was about 7 feet off the 'floor', waiting patiently.
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Post by Bajos Terrak on May 24, 2013 12:28:49 GMT -8
His kick crashed into the smaller mans foot, somehow checked by the lightsiders deft move. The power of Bajos' strike should have been enough to power through but the smaller man used the impact as a push-off, throwing himself into an acrobatic tumble. The Force Push thudded into Bajos' armoured chest, causing him to wobble backwards. Had he two feet firmly planted on the ground it would have been a simple matter to take a coule of steps back with the impact. As it was, with one foot advanced in the kick, he had to resort to a cleverer means of keeping his vertical base.
Sensing the gathering of the Force he immediately employed a little of his own. Drawing energy to himself he hopped back on his standing left leg, riding the Force Push through an extended leap backwards, Force swirling around him to help ease the maneuver. The Force Push, while sufficient, was not enough to cause injury as Orfao had obviously saved some power for his spiderman-like move over on the wall. Still, it was enough to force breath from the big mans lungs and draw another red-hot surge of anger that Bajos immediately employed.
As he landed, dragging his right leg back in to plant both feet firmly on the squelchy ground, he fired his right hand across in an open handed slap. Using the swirling might of the darkside, buoyed by his rage at the smaller mans ability to avoid his strikes, he sent a torrent of energy forth. The slap projected itself through the power of the Force, smashing across Orfao's position high on the wall. It would hit from left to right, coming across at chest height on his opponent. Bajos' left hand came across his body in a defensive posture as the big man crouched slightly, darkside blazing through him, eyes glowing red with malevolence.
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Post by Orfao The Fatherless on Jun 10, 2013 6:59:55 GMT -8
He knew what was coming. He was well versed in projected fighting, and various other forms of TK. The only problem, for him at any rate, was that he didn't have enough time to mount any kind of proper defense. Proper being the operative word here. The slap came across, and he put his forearms together in front of his chest and turned his upper body to face it oncoming. As the slap hit, he let go with the force, taking the hit on his forearms. It was a fairly strong hit, driving him backwards from the wall of the beast, and he pushed off with his feet, attempting to direct his fall. He tucked into what would be a back flip if he were upright, and twisted in the air, landing on his feet. Such was the weird angle and the force of the blow, that instead of landing and sticking it, he landed and his legs stumbled slightly. He fell on his ass and rolled over to his feet. He looked at Bajos and grinned, setting himself once more, left foot in front, left hand palm open resting on his left thing, right arm tucked behind his back......
"Come on then."
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Post by Bajos Terrak on Jun 11, 2013 9:27:07 GMT -8
Anticipating which way Orfao would go, the momentum of his own strike dictating the most likely countermeasure, he began to strafe to his left in order to close the distance between the two of them. As the lightsider moved through the air Bajos increased his pace, adding a forward dart to his lateral drift. As Orfao landed and waved him on the big Sith had already closed the gap significantly and, with hatred boiling in his soul, pushed forward menacingly.
With his hands drawn up, fists to either side of his head, elbows tucked over his ribs, he stepped in on his right foot, gauging the distance carefully. His superior height should mean that his step would take him within range to strike at Orfao but make it difficult for the smaller man to counter with any real power given his slight nature. As the foot planted he fired out a nonchalant-seeming strike, a lazy jab with his right hand. He bunched his left arm slightly, letting it drift out as if he were about to strike, then pushed his weight forward on his right foot, straightening the carefree attack with his right hand into a thunderous jab with most of his weight behind it.
Bajos' massive, armoured fist streaked in towards Orfao's left eye, hoping to catch the man anticipating a feint then cross with the left hand. The big Siths knee's bent slightly, lowering his mass to add gravity as an ally to the power of his strike. Not content with that he fueled it with an unhealthy dose of anger, the font of hatred to all things Orfao adding venom to his sting.
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Post by Orfao The Fatherless on Jun 11, 2013 13:53:19 GMT -8
He waited. Patience was his ally in this fight. He need not actually strike Bajos. But he would. His small stature belied a vigorous strength, like the ocean waters or the infinite winds. The big Sith stepped and seemed to stuff a lazy jab at his face. Still he waited. And it paid off. The big Sith tried to fake, and it turned into a massive punch, Bajos putting most of his weight behind the attack, directed at his left side. He snapped his left hand up, his right hand flying out from behind him, trying to gently roll his right hand off the wrist of Bajos, trying to pull on the wrist, hoping for leverage for himself, his left palm striking just behind the elbow, looking to add momentum to the big mans forward movement, his upper body leaning back slightly and twisting with the move, his left food sliding to lock over the leading foot of Bajos, pushing with his hip slightly.
Lower center of gravity, lots of forward momentum, and the reflexes of a trained Jedi. All was needed to fight the Sith. Especially one as big and talented as Bajos...
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Post by Bajos Terrak on Jun 11, 2013 15:31:55 GMT -8
The counter pulled him forward, causing him to stoop down, bending at the waist, leaning in towards his opponent. The light touch on his arm, gently but decisive, steered his punch off target and put him a little off balance. His punch thwarted and in danger of going down due to Orfao's deft move Bajos resorted to what he knew. A good defense was a good offense...
He stepped forward hard with his left leg, a huge pace that put his foot ahead of where he would be going should Orfao's hip-toss work out. This arrested his movement dead, jolting him to a stop halfway over the lightsiders hip. While avoiding being grounded this placed him in a bit of an awkward position, one that could be both a boon and a danger. His turned his upper-body sharply to his right, counter-clockwise, and attempted to tear his right wrist away from Orfao's searching grip. He turned the evasive move into a backhand towards the other mans head, the movement natural and fueled by his upper-body's rotation. His left arm also came around, going wide and hooking by bending at the elbow. He aimed this limb to loop around Orfao, his right arm, should it continued past the smaller mans head, would loop around the other side as he attempted to ensnare the other in a bear hug.
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