Tournament Match: Farlan Vs. 017

[Sir Dakar]

017 stood on the barren surface of Malachor V, awaiting his next opponnent. Malachor V, the planet were the Mandalorian army had been destroyed many years ago... strange that he would be fighting a Mando on this planet. O well, this shall be a interesting match for sure!

 

[Matt]

*Farlan walked on the surface of malacor with a grim determination...this was where raven had nearly destroyed the mandalorians....Well...fitting he would fight someone here to make a small ammends for it...and honour his great grandfather who died here..He walked towards his opponant*

"You ready?"

 

[Sir Dakar]

"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be in this tournament If I wasn't?" Replied 017 in a cold, mechanical voice. He took one step back, going into a standard defensive posture.

"Now for the stipulations, I believe we agreed on anything goes, correct?"

 

[Matt]

*Farlan glared at the machine or man....whatever he was..He didn't care...Malcaor 5 gave Farlan a grim determination...and he would rip this man in two with that determination...*

"Sounds good to me..."

 

[Sir Dakar]

"Whenever you are ready to loss, attack." 017 called towards the man in fornt of him. He still stood in the defensive posture, awaiting the first strike.

 

[Matt]

*Farlan walked towards one of the nearby rocks and leant by it...A massive lightning bolt smashed into the ground not to far form there position....It seemed as if malacor 5 was mirroring Farlan determinaton..He burned a hole in the armour of his opponant with a faint smile across his face*

 

[Sir Dakar]

"Pitiful creature" with that his arm dropped down to his leg, where once over it, a compartment opened up and his blaster emerged. It had barely cleared the holster, when he quickly squeezed off six shots towards his oppoonent. Stomach, Chest, head, both shoulders, and above the head.

 

[Sir Dakar]

you win

 

[Matt]

*Farlan rolled to the side quickly...Behind him he could hear the smash of the blaster bolts hitting the stone face...He rolled over onto his feet taking out his blaster pistols quickly....He fired off several shot's at the machine..heading towards his chest....About ten shot's were heading towards the gut of the machine..an intense and concentrated barrage*