Tournament Match: Darman vs. Trillan

[Damien Nightblade]

*The energy discharge blade ignited within his hands to return the blaster bolts back towards his opponent. He grabbed hold of a branch as he went down, his mechanical arm grasping it firmly and leaving a deep cracked impression with the branch due to the strength he possessed within it. From there he let himself drop safley to the ground, the glow of his weapon. outfitted with the all powerfull Hurrikane crystal and energy discharge capicators he had personally installed, designed to make every attack weather sucessfull or not burn to the core. Simply by making any type of contact with teh weapon it would discharge from it a massive burst of energy directly into whatever it touched thus transferring the energy through the weapon, armor, skin or whatever else it may contact directly into the body of his opponent*

 

[Darman]

Darman landed on a tree branch close by, then took a moment to think. After thinking back to his previous duels, only one thing came to mind. There was a need for more explosions. Darman took out a few mini detonators and tossed them up and down his hand, coming up with a plan.

After a few more seconds, Darman looked down at the jedi and threw the detonators. He then shot the before they reached, so the jedi wouldn't have as much of an easy escape if they just went off normally.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*Trillan saw the detenators and leapt for shelter. He kenw that they would explode prematurley, That was his last strategy with those damned explosives. Though this time. sheilded by the think underbrush of the swamp and the large tree trunk that seperated him from the blast he came out of it unscathed. He slowly, quitely scaled the opposite end of the tree. Darman couldnt detect him now. All he had were his eyes. His mechanical hand dug easily into the sides of the tree as he scaled it to its peak.

His sights were set. He leapt, from the peak of tree and like a ghost he descended upon his prey silently, horrifically...He was a cloud of devesatation closing in, ready to consume all that was in his path and leave its remains only in the form of rubble in his wake. The Critical point came and Trillan's blade ignited with a menacing snapp hiss as he stabbed it towards the chest of his opponent as he latched onto Darman with his free hand. The fall would be a turbulant one for the both of them*

 

[Darman]

Darman heard a slight 'hum', then turned to see the jedi almost ontop of him. Darman twisted his body slightly so the jedi's blade glanced of his armor. Darman lost his balance and fell of off the branch at which he was standing on a moment before.

Darman pulled out his blade, still free falling, then took a quick stab at the jedi's chest. He then activated his jet pack, and pulled out from underneath the jedi. He floated for a second then landed a few feet from where the jedi landed, ready to defend.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*As he smashed his blade into his opponents to defend it discharged a painfull accumulation of energy directly through Darman's weapon into his body. Hence was the strenght of the discharge balde. He twirled it within his stance and crouched low ready to attack. He leapt for his opponent jabbing straight outwards towards his chest. *

 

[Darman]

Darman dodged the attack by side-stepping to the right, then dropped and kicked at his opponent's legs. Darman then pushed back with his foot, and sprung backwards, then landed ready to defend.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*He stepped to avoid the kick, Then turned with his blade and focused on his next target. The Waist of his opponent. Slashing horizontally towards Darmans midsection as he rotated to face him. *

 

[Darman]

Darman jumped over the jedi's blade, now in the air a few inches over him. He brought both feet down towards the jedi's head. If the jedi was still following through with the attack, it would be difficult to aviod the attack.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*The attack flowed like water, contiuous in its movements and determined to travel despite its obstacles. His body rotated his back foot stepping back to swing his body out of the way as Darmans feet slammed upon Dagobah's soil*

 

[Darman]

Darman hit the ground, then nimbly backflipped. Darman faced the jedi, then pulled out his blade and pistol. He held his pistol back, but brought his blade out infront of him, waiting.

 

[Darman]

I win.