Grand Tournament Match: Cyril Ahlen Khan vs Darth Nefarius

[Cyril Khan]

Cyril Ahlen Khan stood upon the rockey ground of Thule. Today he was to fight in the first round of the Grand Tournament. His opponent was Darth Nefarius, the Dark Lord of the Sith. Nothing in this Jedi's mind led him to believe this would be an easy fight; it wouldn't. The only thing he had over this foe was his master of telekinesis and his unorthodox use of it. In great fortitude, the master stood opposite of the great Sith. Little could this Dark Lord do to break his stolidity.

A while pasted in silence; only the sounds of Thule broke out around the two. In time Cyril's unmoving eyes shot towards the hidious opponent. At that moment he spoke. "State your terms; death is forbidden." The Jedi stood unmoving in wait of the Sith's own reply.

 

[Sovereign]

A vile reek came thither out of the ground, great spires of fumes went billowing up and up into a most dreadful cloud as the Dark Lord peered in. Now Emperor, and Lord over a nearly boundless demesne, he had indeed grown into a vast menace of despair, one that would perhaps never be utterly vanquished. He bent down his malevolent gaze upon him, and spake thus: "Everything goest! Now draw thy sword or look upon thy Death! Strike first, most hated cur!

 

[Cyril Khan]

This welcoming bellowed withing both Cyrils eyes and ears. The wreched thing before him showed to be a foe beyond him, but he would not concede; he would not let the slightest of his skill falter against such an opponent. Paying little attention to the words spoken, minus "everything goes", Cyril shut himself from an forms of intimidation. This Sith would have to beat him through skill, not fear. With a graceful motion a curved saber flew into the master's hand; with another the indigo beam was brought to life. Without a seconds notice he rushed toward the foul opponent. The saber was held low in sign of a leg attack; however, neither eye nor body gave hint to the attack he would actually make.

 

[Cyril Khan]

:huh:

 

[Cyril Khan]

Right... a pity to win by forfit... especially if I should have lost rather easily by being out classed.

 

[Cyril Khan]

I probably gave you more than enough time to respond.

 

[Sovereign]

I thought it was over?