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[End.] [Good fight man, it was fun. :p] [Brute vs. Brute, Brute wins XD]

Maerek looked up at the Feeorin, anger and exhaustion in his eyes. He'd been bested by a Jedi. His breathing was very heavy, and every time he exhaled, he wheezed just a bit. He heard the sirens and knew the fight was over. "I have no choice." Maerek stated, lifting his wrists for the Feeorin.

Maerek's breaths got slightly heavier with every passing thing he did, the weight of his armor showing it's weakness now. It was weighing him down, but that was the price to pay for the kind of protection it offers. The kick seemed to work in his favor, if only for a moment. He swung his blade...

Maerek was still panting as he reached Kreet. He started wailing at the Feeorin, but he kept up his defenses. Maerek growled and sent a kick right towards the Feeorin's side, ready to swing his lightsaber if his leg got caught. All the while Maerek had failed to remember the Utapauan police...

Maerek scowled after Kreet punched the helmet away, angry it didn't really hit him. He swiped his saber back up off the floor. He could feel the weight of fatigue showing it's face. He ignored it as best he could, his continued Force use starting to take it's toll. His breaths turned heavy, just...

As soon as Kreet had pulled out his transmitter, he knew his plan worked. His face would stay calm, waiting for the Feeorin to hop down, then he did. As soon as the Feeorin hopped down Maerek formed a grin on his face, quickly reactivating his lightshield and using the Force to throw his helmet...

Maerek frowned under his helmet. "Damnit." He took off his helmet. "I'm not taking anything else off, allowing you to just kill me quick and easy. They aren't gauntlets, they're plates. Just put the cuffs on around my wrists." [Sorry mate, was super busy. Replies might be rushed. Just letting...

Maerek weighed his options for a split second. He started to say something, but an idea sprang in his head. He waited for a while longer before he deactivated his lightshield and saber. He dropped his saber, spreading his arms. Under his helmet would be an evil grin. "Fine. I'll go in." Maerek...

Maerek had started to feel the fatigue after using the force. A faint weight on his chest was present, causing him to slightly pant. He scowled at the Feeorin, knowing he could kill him if he just jumped down and they duked it out with their weapons. His lightshield had overheated, and was...

Maerek felt the fire hit his armor after Kreet released the Force. It did little other than set his cape on fire, which he just pat out. Angry that he was making little progress in killing the Feeorin, he rared up to send a strong Force push at him, but was soon hit in the chest with a pipe. The...

Maerek threw out a plume of fire straight at Kreet the second he felt he was close enough, running right behind the flames with his shield raised and saber ready to strike once again.

Maerek had landed on his twisted foot, falling on his rump. He growled as he scrambled back to his feet, re-assuming his fighting stance. After a moment, he heated up the air in and around his left hand before starting to walk towards Kreet.

"I don't give a damn about the day." Maerek growled as their blades clashed. He pushed his lightshield against his saber, giving him more power to push against the Feeorin.

Maerek saw the Feeorin sprint towards him. He took a step to the side and swung his lightsaber straight for Kreet's midsection.

Maerek swung his lightsaber into the ground a few times, cutting into the platform. He grinned, as doing that before a fight was just plain satisfying to him. He charged Kreet, shield raised. His lightsaber would be off to the side, ready to make a stabbing attack.

No worries, funny things are never bad :P

Maerek's frown turned to a grin as Kreet pulled out his lightsaber. "Exactly what i was looking for." Maerek grabbed his lightsaber and powered it, his grin growing even more when he heard the powerful ignition. He held out his arm and powered his lightshield, taking his fighting stance.

"Credyth." Maerek replied. His frown grew as Kreet didn't state if he was a Jedi or not. He just decided to plainly ask. "I see your robes. Are you a Jedi? If you are, it's quite interesting. A Feeorin Jedi." He realized at this time that asking that, instead of where he got the robes...

Maerek noted the size of the Feeorin. He wasn't entirely sure just yet if the Feeorin was just wearing robes that happened to look like Jedi robes, or was a Jedi itself. He stopped walking ten feet away from the Feeorin. "Identify yourself, immediately." He demanded. Maerek didn't just initiate...