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Post by Orfao The Fatherless on Jul 12, 2013 7:32:10 GMT -8
With his left leg still locked on Bajos Left leg, the big Sith's right leg came forward and stopped the momentum. This was unfortunate, but not dangerous. Yet. The siths right leg put pressure on Orfaos left leg, and when he tried to pull his arm free, Orfao used that momentum, not letting go, and pushing off with his legs, launching himself into a side flip, letting go of the arm, using it to push off and landing behind and to the left of Bajos. As he landed he snapped his hands forward, palm open, and launched a Force Push as the back right side of the Big Sith
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Post by Bajos Terrak on Jul 15, 2013 14:35:53 GMT -8
Like some slippery fish never quite under control the lightsider managed to avoid Bajos ensnaring hug, leaping out of the embrace and flipping to land outside the big mans arms. With a growl of frustration the darkside bubbled up in Bajos, demanding release. Clamouring to be used to crush this dexterous little shit.
As Orfao flipped Bajos spun again, once more leading with his right hand. In an almost exact copy of his previous attack he spun counter-clockwise and arced a backhand towards where Orfao's would land.
This move would blaze across at just below shoulder height on Bajos and should intercept Orfao as he lands. Depending on whether Orfao continued with his own attack or not, Bajos' next action may vary. Should the Force Push be employed, Orfao likely risking getting hit with the thunderous backhand, then Bajos would take it in the right hip and go tumbling, tucking himself into a roll and coming to his feet a few meters away. His own rage at such a hit would fuel the Force in him, building to a torrent of energy that he would hold mercilessly on to.
Should the Force push not come then his backhand would be followed by a knee strike, left leg following the turn in his body to thunder a strike at Orfao's chest. Confusing perhaps but the only way I could write this effectively.
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Post by Orfao The Fatherless on Jul 17, 2013 10:13:31 GMT -8
The Force Push launched, and the backfist slammed into Orfaos own right shoulder. Instead of trying to brace himself and stop the attack, he moved with it. The fist connected, and he rolled to his left, absorbing some damage from the attack, but dissipating the majority of it by using its energy to propel away. He came back to his feet and rolled the shoulder twice, flexing his hand a couple times. He then set himself in a defensive Stance once more, left leg leading, left arm up, bent at the elbow, palm open, right hand fingers touching the left hand, left knee bent, resting on his toes....
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Post by Bajos Terrak on Sept 16, 2013 7:18:28 GMT -8
The Force Push hit his hip as previously stated. Knocking him off balance and sending him tumbling, he turned to his right and tucking his shoulder, also as previously stated, he used the momentum to dissipate the impact much as Orfao had done. The clatter of his armour was heard as he rolled, clanging against itself of course seen as all the noise one got from the "ground" here was a wet squelch, as he came to his feet a few meters away from where Orfao had ended up. He immediately rose and began to pace to his left, a scowl on his face as his hip bone ground uncomfortably with each step.
A few paces to the left and he stop suddenly, taking in Orfao's defensive stance with a sneer.
"So reticent, Jedi? You must know by now that your only way out of here is through me..."
He raised his hands slowly, leveling them at Orfao before suddenly ripping off his gauntlets one after the other. The darkside fairly bubbled within him, tiny sparks alighting the bare flesh of his exposed hands and wrists. Each item went to the ground to his right, seemingly discarded absently. His helm went next, revealing his blazing orange eyes, shaved head adorned with various tattoo's.
"Does the Force call to you, lightsider? Does it demand your life or mine?"
His helm he flung at Orfao on the word "mine" again with seeming reckless abandon. It flew through the air towards Orfao's head as the darrkside swirled around it, a small part of the power Bajos held relentlessly guiding and guarding its flight. His hands remained advanced and directed vaguely towards Orfao as his mind analyzed his surroundings, preparing...
The Force stirred more insistently as Bajos located his lightsaber... caressed the discarded gauntlets... brushed against the awareness of the giant slug within which they battled...
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Post by Orfao The Fatherless on Sept 23, 2013 9:55:15 GMT -8
Orfao pivoted to stay in a position he could defend from. Bajos launched the helm at him, and he waited, a slight deviation of his position allowing the helm to fly past his head. He had an idea that the Darksider was controlling it's flight, and as such he made a mental note of it's trajectory. He looked at the man, now helmless......And wondered exactly how he would breathe.
"It would seem that it demands your's, as you are now without a breathing apparatus. Shall I just wait until you suffocate?"
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Apr 19, 2014 12:49:23 GMT -8
This was a good read guys you should be proud. I wish to apolagize for the tardiness in the judgment.
Now I have to say nice reference to those evasive maneuvers of Han. Made a young man like myself chuckle.
The end was rather abrupt and I don't know why. Maybe because of the breathing maybe not. Now I can only go off what you guys said as this had neither description nor a place in our usual scenarios. If so then you are in a pickle now eh Bajos?
Either way I give this duel to Orafo. He put up a spectacular defense, and nothing you could do was able to penetrate it. I don't pretend to enjoy that style of fight but it's what you were given.
Good job both come back soon
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