ROUND 1: Lysander vs. Volac

[The Lionheart]

Lush, beautiful Ossus. The rugged terrain of their alotted fighting area offered several points of interest. Plenty of hills, rocks and other obstacles. The flora and fauna would doubtless serve to hinder their progress. Some could poison skin just by touching it, others held berries or leaves that would do little for the cyber-man and his wretched adversary.

Lysander stood out on top of one of the larger hills, gazing out to the vast opening between this hill and another, the one where Volac was standing. First blood, or for Lysander first major blow (unless Volac managed to pierce his upper chest armor and cause what was left of his chest or neck to bleed). Ossus was serene library world of the Order, but it had not been without its bloodshed. The Sith had often come here, afterall, in search of the Order's lores and important holocrons. Always did they obsess over such things.

The sky above was a mix of white to the northeast and grey or black in the opposite direction. Rain was coming, maybe a storm. It might lower visibility, but this would not do much to hinder either man. Lysander's optical enhancements made his eyes capable of seeing many things and looking into many places another person's eyes could not. Even if they failed him, his father had long ago taught him how to feel his surroundings, and even to partly 'see' with his mind stretching out over the surroundings. His opponent didn't have eyes at all, he was told. He was a broken shell of a man, neither Jedi or Sith. He saw through the Force, allowing him some measure of leverage over those without it. This was his greatest strength and most visible weakness, however; for when he grew tired, when his energy waned, his vision would disappear. If he could not have the Force on his side to help him see, he would be useless. He might lash out in blind fear or rage, but he would be capable of no more real combat.

Lysander saw him now, and they were right about the 'broken shell' part. The man saw through the Force because he had no real eyes. His entire body was like a burned, crispy husk. It was as if he had seen the fires of hell itself and returned to tell his tale. Lysander saw with his mind's eye, as his father had taught him to see, the man's outer mind. He was a walking machine of destruction, of evil. Lysander popped his neck and ran a diagnosis on his systems.

Everything was green, everything was ready. Even his grapplers could finally use their shocking mechanism without risk of harm to him, thanks to Garduga's payment of a full repair job to Lysander's body. All his devices and tricks were ready, and his muscle-enhancer system was charged to last him through the fight. The blades in his forearms were ready to deploy. The high-output vibration cell in his vibrosword was at maximum charge, ready to cleave with ease. The vibroblades at his waist were ready to burn and cut as well. His blasters were fully-charged; indeed, everything was ready.

He felt a raindrop fall upon his shoulder. It was going to be a rainy match.

 

[Sir Dakar]

Most people would be intimidated by a six foot five Zabrak. Their horns protruding over their scalp, giving them a demonic appearance, and the pointed teeth did not help either. But then again Volac was not a normal Zabrak, as he had gone through some... experiences while growing up. He cant remember anything that happened back then but he still has the scars and burns to show for it. His body still glistened red and black from the burns, and pits where his eyes used to be... only black pits remained. Now if humans were intimidated by a normal Zabrak, imagine what they thought when this particular one came walking down the street.

Volac always did arrive early at these matches, mostly because they were usually the most relaxing times for him. However the one exception was how he was dressed; instead of his normal loose pants and shirtless appearance, he opted for a light combat suit, mostly because the match stipulations were the first to bleed. Easy enough for Volac to make someone bleed, but he still wanted to be a little precautions. Strapped to his side was his favorite weapon, and one of the few things he owned, the collapsible cortosis alloy Scythe.

Seeing his opponent and the horrible condition that the man must live in. How would it feel to live in a suit every waking moment? The thing about Volac and the way that he sees his opponents is through the force, where they actually are, and where his real body is. Pity, the only exposed skin is the man's face, shame too stab him there, but if it needs to be done, he will. Other plans first though.

Raising his right hand, Volac pointed at the man in metal, he hadn't even bothered to learn the man's name, and began calling upon the force to aid in his dirty work. Grabbing the man's nose first, he just began to squeeze it and test of strong this man was in the force; if he wasn't, then this match would end rather quickly.

 

[The Lionheart]

Lysander saw the man raise his hand. Rain began to trickle down in more rapid succession. Soon it was pouring, and lightning flashed across the darkening sky. At first, Lysander wasn't sure what the Zabrak was doing, but then he felt something on, or rather around his nose. It squeezed, surprising him. He at first reached for his face to see if there was something on it, but his visor was up and his eyes didn't catch anything on it. He then realized - this wretched figure was a Force-user. Great, he thought to himself. He concentrated, shutting the minor pain out. He concentrated, and it was gone. His opponent would find his will was not quite so weak as that, and there were others in the galaxy taught in the mysterious ways.

The rain gave way to a full-on storm. The wind blew, the trees hung. Lysander's HUD was not disturbed by what happened outside, though he could feel the cold water on his exposed lips. It was time to get started. His enemy saw through the Force alone, and he could if he wished. His enemy was taught the ways of manipulating his opponents with the Force... ...Lysander could in many ways, with or without it. His enemy had not revealed his weapon - Lysander had an arsenal at his disposal. His enemy was a Jedi, or Sith... ...Lysander was supposed to be a Jedi Hunter according to the Sith.

It was time to put that to the test. Lysander vaulted down the hill, his blades still sheathed and his blasters still hidden in their compartments in his upper thighs. His HUD reported his enemy's position - not moving. Lysander was in the vast opening between the two hills when he activated his muscle amplifiers. Now Lysander moved like a blur. He reached the hill of his enemy and charged up it, his speed unchanged. When he reached the top, he leapt up with his Vibrosword activated in his hands, and he brought it down upon his enemy with a newly unleashed ferocity. He could match or surpass the Zabrak for strength, and he was only a bit taller from the looks of him. As long as Lysander could keep up his defenses and his own assault, the match could end either way.

 

[Sir Dakar]

Hmph, the man did nothing when he force grabbed his nose, but yet he still can use the force. Strange. Well, time to break it. Volac kept his hand pointing at the man as he started to run towards him, until he reached the bottom of the hill at least. Then he decided to drop it and reach for the scythe on his side, but still keeping th pressure on of course. Taking a step back as to allow for the man to come at him. Extending the staff of the weapon, he stepped into a defensive stance as too prepare for whatever was coming.

If he wanted to jump, he could. His loss. As the robotic man leapt, Volac twisted the force hold that he had on the man's nose, causing the cartilage under the grip to shatter, Shattering the man's nose instantly. But of course he still had the attack going, so Volac quickly called upon the force to aid in his speed, as he rolled under the man's attacks, coming up behind him and slightly down the hill.

Coming back up around the man, covered in mud from rolling on the ground, Volac grinned one of his crazy grins. With a shattered nose like that it was sure too bleed, and thus satisfying the conditions for victory.

 

[The Lionheart]

Unfortunately, it didn't. In the same instant Lysander concentrated, he both broke the grip on his nose, and his regenerative cells went to work. Even the minor damage incurred to his nose was dispelled by their work. He wouldn't bleed so easily. Lysander's blade stopped an inch from the ground as Volac rolled around and came back up. Lysander spun his blade over his head like a copter blade and brought it around in a beautiful diagonal slash toward Volac's chest.

The Force was a hard thing to combat unless you could use it, too. Lysander had managed to ward off the far-away assault, but he was still interested in what else this rather skilled enemy might employ. The man had survived torture not unlike Lysander's. Granted, he'd been burned and thus blinded by fire, but he had not undergone years of constant torture, pain, and experimentation. Lysander's mechanical body allowed him more strength, better reflexes, better speed.

Each warrior was a juggernaut of warfare. They were experts in what they did... ...and both could call on something more. Each had been consumed by an animalistic mindset at least once in their life. In this, they were ecstatic in battle, they achieved absolute happiness only in the thrill of battle, bloodshed. In carnage was when Lysander smiled. It was a strength, and a weakness. But Lysander smiled anyway, as he delivered his second great strike to his opponent.

 

[Sir Dakar]

OOC: Ima request that you be a little more specific, not in teh scenery or anything but the moves that your guy makes. When you said in a previous post "He concentrated, shutting the minor pain out. He concentrated, and it was gone." I thought that you merely ignored the pain as a small disturbance, not stop the force pinch. Ima ignore that one, but just be a little more clear? Ive already lost a couple of matches from confusingly worded, and vague posts.

Oh and how many swords do you have? you referred to two at first and then one in theis last attack.

IC:

Fine, if that didn't work then it looks like Volac will need to bump up the stakes to get some real hits in. Obviously breaking somebodies nose would not be a very appropriate way to win the grand tournament, it should be more flamboyant. Stepping up into a stance while the man brought his sword around and into the familiar copter, Volac allowed himself to sink into the force and allow its dark powers to guide his actions. Raising his staff, he brought it up with both hands so that it was perpendicular to the oncoming vibroblade, and he also ensured that he blade of his own weapon, the scythe head was facing his enemy.

Taking a step as soon as the weapons collided, Volac swung the scythe downwards towards his opponents head, this way the blade would slice parts off, and hopefully flesh underneath, for at attack this close and this fast was sure to strike something, be it a shoulder or the head.

 

[The Lionheart]

((Forgive me, and he has a number of blades: the Hi-Ouput Vibrosword as his main armament, two Westar pistols in his thighs, two blades that extend from his forearms for stabbing or short slashes, and two daggers (vibroblades) on the back of his belt-area. He also has a flamethrower on his wrist. I should've been more specific about the grip part, again I'm sorry.))

Lysander suddenly saw the scythe's blade coming at him. as he came down. It batted against his visor, scraped sideways as the warriors struggled. Lysander activated the vibration cell within the sword, and at the same time again he activated his muscle amplifier. He pushed down against Volac, and eventually pushed the scythe away, his blade causing sparks to fly as it rattled back-and-forth so slightly. Lysander flourished his sword and observed his opponent. The first rule of combat was to maintain eye contact. Your eyes could both deceive you, and give your actions away before they were employed. Don't make that mistake, Lysander... ...your enemy has no eyes, but he can see yours likely clear as day.

Lysander studied Volac's body. Of course his reliance on the Force for his sight was a strength as well as a weakness. In order to take it away, one would have to sever his tie to the spiritual power... ...something that was not possible for Lysander at the moment. The man was an expert with that scythe... ...but he wouldn't be expecting an attack from a weapon he couldn't see. Lysander could make him bleed, and he knew how, too.

Lysander prepared himself and stood with his sword high and pointed forward, as if he was about to stab Volac. As the rain beat down upon the rattling, heated blade however... ...he did something unexpected. Lysander spun around and bent down. He was low enough to avoid a forward swipe, and he kicked out his leg to trip his opponent. In the same beautiful maneuver, Lysander brought his sword upward to slice into the man and achieve the condition for victory.

 

[The Lionheart]

((It's been two days. Where's Dakar?))

 

[Dexington]

Though it pains me to say it, (I hate timeouts), Lysander wins.

 

[Sir Dakar]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(He Who Mars the Skin of Gods @ Jul 22 2007, 10:31 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div>

Though it pains me to say it, (I hate timeouts), Lysander wins.[/b]

Crap!

Ahh well, you snooze you lose eh? Harry potter got the best of me these pass days, sorry bout that Lion.

 

[The Lionheart]

<div class='quotetop'>QUOTE(Dakar @ Jul 22 2007, 11:56 AM) <{POST_SNAPBACK}></div>

Crap!

Ahh well, you snooze you lose eh? Harry potter got the best of me these pass days, sorry bout that Lion.[/b]

Aye, Harry does that to people. I promise you, if ever we fight again, there will be no timeout. :unworthy:

 

[Dexington]

If you want, you can continue and ignore the timeout, if Lion agrees.

 

[Sir Dakar]

Na... rules are rules