Tournament Match: Darman vs. Trillan

[Darman]

As Darman saw the blade leave the jedi's hand, Darman activated his speed and dexterity enhancer and flipped backwards. When he landed he saw the blade sticking cleanly out of the ground where he was seconds before. But now an opportunity had appeared to Darman and he would be sure to take it. Darman rushed forward and grabbed the jedi's blade, and held it infront of him. Darman then deactivated it and stuck it in the back of his belt.

Darman then turned to see the jedi, and smiled. "Well, that was a mistake on your part." Darman said simply as he spun his own blade in his hand. He wanted to see what the jedi would do.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

"Fool"

*Trillan simply reached down to his belt and took into his hands the newest of his weapons, he had crafted it before leaving for Korriban and it had plent of tricks up its sleeve including an elemental energy dispersion device. a rather nasty suprise for an unexpecting commando such as Darman. He activated it and the blue blade sprung from its hilt. then he leapt for his opponent with a devestationg strike for the left shoudler*

 

[Darman]

Darman side-stepped the attack swiftly, then stabbed down with his blade at the jedi's neck. The jedi just finished his attack, so it would be near impossible to dodge or defend, and if it hit, the match could easly be over.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*Trillan rolled foward aided by the momentum from his previous attack. the attack from Darman slamming into the ground where he once stood. His blade, unfortunate that it wasnt made of light would do him a horribly by sticking into the ground as it had. Trillan pivoted low in his stance and swept for his opponents knees*

 

[Darman]

Darman jumped straight up as the blade saied under him. Still in the air, Darman threw two flash detonators, then seconds later, three mini thermal detonators. The blinding light poured out of the two spheres, then a loud and powerful explosion occured. Darman was sent backwards, even with armor and shields. It was hard to imagine what would happen to the jedi.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*As Darman lept up, as did Trillan, knowing now his attack strategy farley well, if he moved or went to leap it would be followed by an explosion of some sort that he would conviently escape from. KNowing this Trillan grasped the foot of the Commando as he leapt away from his own attack taking Trillan along with him, who began hacking away at the mans feet*

 

[Darman]

Darman flipped over the man's wild swings at his feet, then landed and brought out his two blasters switfly. Darman ran to the jedi quickly, the speed enhancer quickening every step, until he was a few feet away. Suddenly, Darman lept towards the jedi and as he approached him in the air, Darman aimed the blasters at the jedi's face. His fingers rested on the trigger, but did not fire. Instead, Darman flew over the jedi, but kicked at the back of his head in the air. Darman then rolled and landed then shot five well placed shots at the jedi's vital areas.

Darman then quickly put the guns away and drew his own blade. He then squated and flipped the blade in his hand so he held the blade reversed it would normally be. Darman's form combined a perfect blade defense with a deadly strike that has ended many of the duels he has fought in.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*The currents that flowed within his body naturally called out to him, they reached into the depths of his very soul and urged him to act upon his impulses. This subconscious force within him, had always been there, though it was not the force, it was not somethign that everyone possessed to the extent that he had. It was natural insticnt, and he embraced them.

He rolled foward avoiding the kick to the head and pivited low in his stance and brought his blade to face the minimal threat the blaster bolts posed to him, each deadly arc of the blade caused each shot delivered to return to its sender at a blinding speed. The sapphire blue blade of the Jedi Council Member spun within his grasp as pulsated with the aura of the Jedi who held the ancinte weapon within his black gloved hands.

He darted towards his opponent determined now to keep him on his toes. It was his turn to pull the pranks, though he knew that he couldnt auctually do so until he had run out of dets. That Jetpack would be the first thing to go if not the mans entire ability to fight. He leapt over the head of the commando and sliced downard in a mighty arc that could shatter the skull of a Kyrat Dragon by the force of his fists alone. Now however added with the blade it was a force that was nearly unstoppable. The blade outstetched past the front of his body and was continually forced downward any upward or foward movement would be devestating.

His body was kept in a position in which he could easily maneuver his body to strike down his opponent or atleast his pack. no matter which direction he moved. Such abilities came naturally to the Lord of the Sword though without the force in situations. He was at a disadvantage, no matter though. such thngs were simply another test in which he would be forced to endure, another chance to prove himself that he was truley worthy of the skills he possessed*

 

[Darman]

Darman rolled forwards then sprung up and kicked backwards towards the jedi's face. If the boot connected, it may shatter the man's jaw. Darman then turned to face the jedi, and got into his stance once more. Darman only needed one oppurtunity, then the match would be over. There is no way to dodge or block Darman's final attack. All there was to do is hope that Darman would be generous to give you some kolto.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*Trillan caught the kick in his free left hand and returned the attack. His kick slammed into the back of hte mans armor. He knew that it wouldnt do much but he had acheived his primary goal, his lightsaber fell from teh mans belt and his blad weilding hand jutted foward towards the mans rib cage as he pulled his opponents foot inwards, closer to his body*

OOC: Our body positions:

You kicked back, towards my face. i caught your kick in my left hand, thus gaining control of your body movement for the time being. I kicked my saber free from your belt then, with the hand that was hold your foot pulled you closer to me and forced my blade in a stabbing motion for your ribs.

 

[Darman]

OOC: :19: ...

Darman did all that he could do in this instant. Drop. Darman lifted his leg on the ground up, then he fell straight to the muddy ground. He kicked sharply with his foot that the jedi was holding, and broke free. Darman rolled backwards then sprung up blade ready.

Darman instantly got into the K'tara form, a form great for lightning fast defense and offense. Darman allined himself with the jedi, then waited patiently.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*Trillan recognised that the mans form was one that he had not seen before. One probobly attuned directly to the mans strenghts and weaknesses. Though he was trained to fight against such forms. Not specifically against them, but to be able to recognise and react accordingly to them. The Lord of the Sword fell into Riekon a form of his own design that had proved rather usefull in many occasions.

Riekon, meaning soul is a form that feeds upon the emotion of hte wielder, useing there feeligns and emotions to affect in what way the blade will move and how powerfully so, A calm weilders blade will flow like the waves from the sea, a rageing killing maching would explode from there stance like a volcano, one that maintained a perfectly neutrality would consist of a keen blend of the two, either way, Riekon was suited for nearly any situaition, as long as Trillan was both mentally and emotionally. For a Jedi, it is hard to have a bad day in such areas.

He dropped low in his stance and remained close to the ground offering the most room to maneuver. His blade flowed upwards, its arc deadly yet gracefull in its motion raiining down upon his opponent like a hellstorm of sapphire energy stemming from the palm of the Jedi's hand. consuming his opponent like a tidal wave seemilngy striking from every direction*

 

[Darman]

Darman blocked the blade with his own, sending sparks flying in all directions. Darman kept his ground, then quickly attacked to the jedi's right shoulder, then an attack to his left shin. The attacks were near impossible to pick up alone, but with the speed and dexterity enhancer, it probably was impossible.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*Trillans blade moved to intercept the attack and angled in such a manner that caused his opponents blade to glance off of his own and extend far more so than Darman desired. His ribs now were exposed due to his over extended weapon and Trillan moved in a feint with his blade and turned his back to his opponent to deliver a round kick direcly to the ribes under his opponetns extended arm. as he finished his rotation to face him again his blade swept upwards ready to intercet the arm should it decide to come back down and parry his attack*

 

[Darman]

The arm without the blade caught the jedi's fott slightly, then let go. Darman only needed to make sure that the foot didn't hit him. Darman then blocked the blade coming upwards at him with the blade in his own hand.

Darman brought both hands down and looked at the jedi. Darman could imagine the blood pouring from the jedi's chest, something that made a small smile creep upon his lips. Darman wasn't any 'nobody' with the blade, and this jedi would soon find out.

Darman again flipped the blade in his hand so it would be reversed, then took his own form. Darman only needed one chance, then the match would be over.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*Trillan fell back into his own form yet again. and waited, it was Darmans turn to strike first. Though moving up wouldnt help, that Pack wasnt taking him anywhere*

 

[Darman]

Darman stayed steady looking at the jedi, until he broke the long silence. "Come on, I don't have all day." Darman said crouching slightly, ready to defend.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

"Then perhaps you should auctually try to finish me and be on your way then hm?"

 

[Darman]

"Right then." Darman said simply. He really did not want to attack, only defend...but if the jedi insisted.

Darman quickly lashed out stabbing to the jedi's head in a blur. One attack was all he needed, then went back to his form, ready.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*The Jedi's head tilted to the side and his lips curled into a clever smile as the blade shot by him just missing his ear then returnign to its ready position*

"Anything else?"