Tournament Match Trillan VS. Uric

[Damien Nightblade]

*The eager eyes of the Jedi Master stood patiently in wait before a view screen, simply waiting for the arrival of his Former Master. Trained first with a form of Jedi standardised Shadourian. Then later continued his teachings under the watchfull eye of this man, Uric Kressh.

He watched as balls of molten rock crashed down upon the control arms and other places of the bunker he had been ordered to. It was the first fight of the grand tournament. Why they had chosen a place so rittled with. well, this place definatley held the darkside within it. The lava, the unending showers of molten rock. The barren climate. Perfect for tapping into Riekon.

The console before him beeped and buzzed alerting him of the arrival of the Jedi Grandmaster. Long hair danced within the wind followed by a cloak of black as he quickly made his way to the landing pad to meet his Master. Tweeto was already there, ready to greet Uric in case Trillan decided not to, though the presence of his Master put the little astromech at ease with teh harsh enviroment, feeling safe within the watchfull eye of his Master. Trillan wouldnt let anythign happen to him. Though he had a Tournament Match to win. and he would do so at all costs.

The Ship set down. And Uric was greeted by the image of Trillan pacing towards the boarding ramp of his ship, obviously eager to begin*

"It has been too long, My Master"

 

[Ser Yorick]

As the Infinite Path landed down smoothly upon the landing pad, and the landing ramp lowered, Trillan's opponent stepped out. Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, Uric Kyrtus Kressh walked slowly down the ramp to stand a few feet away. He wore his normal garb, tan robes over a white shirt and matching tan pants, with no foot-wear as usual. His piercing dark green eyes looked directly into Trillan's own, a friendly look in them. Though Uric knew this was not a time for the two of them to catch up, this was business.

"Indeed it had Trillan."

 

[Damien Nightblade]

"Isnt it a little hot here to not be wearing shoes....meh, your hot feet. What are your terms Master?"

 

[Ser Yorick]

"Anything goes..."

They had sparred with each other only once before, and they were pretty evenly matched when it came down to lightsaber combat, but Uric was still much quicker, and had experience on his side. Throwing his robe aside Uric rolled his neck and shoulders quickly, though he did not draw his lightsaber, he didn't need it right now. For that was a tool he did not use unless it was absolutely necessary.

Motioning for Trillan to attack first the Grandmaster placed his right hand behind his back, and gave a small courteous bow. Through his nervous system he triggered the energy field on his metallic left forearm, readying his defense.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*No weapons were drawn from the former Apprentace of the grandmaster as he slid into his unarmed combat stance. Allowing himself to become a conduit for the forces unending power*

"Glad to hear it. Your move...Master"

 

[Ser Yorick]

Uric just stood there, his eyes closed. Suddenly through the Force he seemed almost to explode, his presence in the abyss growing to such astronomical levels, becoming a glowing nova of energy. Though he was so still, his mind serene, as if this was an everyday event.

He would not attack first, his instincts wouldn't allow it, Trillan would have to come forth, and attempt to break the barrier and strike upon his flesh.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*Sapphire eyes held soemthing deep within them, something elusive though all to obvoius for any that knew of his reputation, what he had done what he was capable of. Though thats where it remained, hidden , beneath his gemstone eyes, such acts of power were not needed yet, later in the battle perhaps, though not now. The sea of lava that rushed beneath the continued to do so ever more violently at Urics outreach of power, surging through the canyons of Mustafar just as the blood did through his Masters veins. Blood that he was determined to spill out upon the floors of this place, in order to symbolise his vicotory

For him this meant so much more than a battle, it was a test, an obstacle in which he would have to show all that he had worked for, his hours of training, his endless nights of study all to prove something, prove that he was worth what he had worked for, not to his master, or anyone else within the Order, but to himself. He needed this reassurance within himself, he needed to know that he could do whatever it took despite how difficult to protect the ones he cared about.

A long black cloak danced off of his shoulders assisted by the natural wind currents of Mustafar, only to travel behind him to tuck itself neatly away on one of the docking area supply crates. His Jedi Tunic was scarred, blackened and burned in some spots. Due not to the fact that he was dirty, but as a symbol of his travels and experiences, his most recent with a Lord of the Sith, Calamity. Now however he prepared himself mentally for his next opponent, and he opened himself fully to the force becoming a conduit, allowing it to flow into him and through him, making him a part of it, but nothign more, not yet.

Sapphire met Urics eyes of emerald and they held there for what seemed like an eternity, one soul combating the other, only there windows seperating them from exploding into a mealstrom of agressive engagement. Time ticked away as the heat in the area seemilngy began to rise, and within moments a concealed sprit carried him towards his opponent he leapt into the air his knee extended to strike at Urics ribs, his left hand loaded high by his head ready for the follow up attack, his right hand ready to grasp the blade of his weapon. and so there match begun*

 

[Ser Yorick]

He had closed his eyes, and didn't see as much as feel Trillan's presence, and as he opened them and they shared that look between the two, he knew this would be a battle to be remembered. There were always young guns popping up within the Order, showing great promise and talent, though they all had something to prove, whether it was to themselves, or to others, it all came down to the same thing. Uric however, seemingly had nothing to prove, as he was the Grandmaster, no one doubted his wisdom, or prowess in battle... except himself. He had to prove to himself, that he was still worth a damn, that he could still be out there with the upcoming greats of the Order, and be prepared for what was to come, in the times of Darkness.

The power that exceeded out from his presence, he did not draw from immediately, it was there for show, to remind Trillan that he was still here, and he was ready to engulf himself in that energy, and give him one hell of a butt whooping if need be. Uric would show him something this day, that you could show all the talent in the world, to be put atop a pedastel of greatness all you wanted, but what it came down to was execution. You need experience to keep you alive.

Uric just stood there waiting for Trillan, and as his former apprentice leaped toward him, time seemed to slow at an incredible rate. Trillan seemed to be moving slower, but Uric had nothing holding him back. Swinging up his left metallic forearm he brought it out to slam into Trillan's outstretched knee, and with his right hand, he moved to smash his fist into the side of Trillan's attacking arm, possibly damaging his nerves, while at the same time bending his upper body off to the left, incase his blade came into play.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*He brougth the force about himself and used it to protect himself from urics blows. At this range it would be too hard to dodge and his blade wasnt even ignited yet. He fell into Uric, crashing his body into his own sending them both to the floor, Trillan of course took the harder fall. His saber kept close and at the read, he brought himself to his feet and shook of his strikes. it was to early in the firght to take shots like that. either way, he had made a mistake.*

 

[Dexington]

ooc: You're fine.

 

[Ser Yorick]

As Uric hit the ground he didn't really feel much, infact there was no pain, just a small scratch on his right forearm, though that was nothing. Trillan had taken the brute of the damage, having had Uric's metallic arm slam into his knee cap must have done something, 'cause a limp or whatever, but the Grandmaster didn't really pay much attention. He kicked up his feet to bring himself into a standing position, and went on the offensive, his lightsaber flying into his open palm igniting one end of it's golden brilliance, as his left arm (metal one) swung out to smash into Trillan's skull.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*Trillan ducked under Urics arm and brought his lightsaber up and smashed the Sapphire blade (back) into it. only to have it bounce off as if it were a lightsaber blade. The other end of his weapon ignited and he moved to follow up his previous attack forcing the other end of the blade towards Urics ribs (Under his Metallic arm)

 

[Ser Yorick]

He could feel it coming, felt him switch on the other end before he even did it. At that same moment, the other end of his own lightsaber ignited with a snap-hiss, and the hilt twisted, becoming two 'sabers, one in his right, and the other smacking into his open palm (metal). With his right he tipped it sideways to parry the strike, and with the other continued forward, to decapitate Trillan at the neck.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*He ducked under his masters attack and exhaled in relife as it slid over his head. This placed both of Uric's blades on one side of his body. Holding his saber vertically. blades pointing towards the sky and the ground he could held Urics blades where they were exposing his (left?) side. making it open for attack. He lifted his right leg and drew it back then thrusted it foward executing a round kick aimed at his Masters exposed ribs*

 

[Ser Yorick]

Uric smiled. The Grandmaster of the Jedi Order could feel what was coming next, and wasn't even in the slightest phazed as to what to do. His mind was always running, and guided by the Force. As Trillan locked their blades in place, Uric didn't struggle, he let his arms go loose and slip out, though he wouldn't have had enough time to intercept the kick that was coming towards him. Instead, at the same time he kicked off the ground with his right leg, and swung down his metallic left to crush Trillan's right leg. Metal on flesh.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*Trillan retracted his attack, and watched as the Grandmaster stomped an impressive hole in the floor of hte Muastafarian docking. bay. He twirled his saber and gave himself to Riekon. TH eforce surged thorugh them both. Trillan moved in a beautifully orchistrated weave of deadly atttack patterns that carried the two into the complex. Sparks rained down upon them from all sides and the very thought of defeat in this moment just didnt hold any existance for him. This duel was far diffirent from there last. Trillan was better, stronger faster more intuned with the force, and his blade. a ture Sword Lord. He dodged in and out of urics attacks and Riekon allowed him to gain the upperhand smashing his blade into his Masters with an unfathomable force that would shock even a rancor. Trillan was relentless, the mealstorm of blades continued to slash into eachother and swipe just short of there opponents key strike zones, though neither man faltered.

Both fuled by the force, the force, was unending. Trillan delved himself soo deeply into his focus that he was no longer able to think. He did not need to move, or even process the thoguht of contering an attack. He didnt need to take into account his surroundings nore react to the nourmers geysers of lava the sprouted all around the complex. He had the force to do that for him. And just as his former Master Ein taught. He was the force. Guiding his blade through a flourish from the Grandmaster Trillan countered with a kick to the chin. Sending the Grandmaster backflipping, he landed crumbling the ground beneath him as he did so and returned the favor with a horrid punch to his Apprentaces face.

They battle came to a standstill as both men flurished then held there blades at the ready. Each one so deeply connected with eachother, and the force. The atmosphere around them seemed to grow worse as theere undieing levels of power seemed to only grow, A storm raged in the clouds high above and the river of lava became an uncontrollable rapid of death. Fire fell from the skies in small blls of magma and flame. It was as if the apocalypse was upon them, though for these two it was just the beginning*

OOC: ill edit if you dont like.

 

[Ser Yorick]

ooc: Don't RP for me again please.

ic: As they raged on, both pounding back at each other stronger than before, lightsaber blades sending showers of sparks all around them, the light refracting in both their eyes. Trillan was indeed stronger than last time, though Uric was too. He had been doing this for years longer than the young Master, perfecting his lightsaber form, always learning. He too, had literally become one with the Force, though not just into a combat form, but his heart and soul. It channeled through him, moved for him, and reacted with laser precision.

As the kick came at him he had let the momentum carry him backwards, landing gracefully on his feet, and rushed forward to return an apparent punch. (didn't really know how to explain that part, as thats not what I would have done.)

Throwing the hilts together, Uric formed one double-bladed lightsaber once more. With blinding speed he then lunged forward, feet lifting up off the ground as well, and directed one end of the sacred tool straight at Trillan's heart, with devastating strength and grace.

 

[Damien Nightblade]

*One end of his Sapphire blade batted away the attack as and the other followed its counterpart with an attack of its own sweeping for urics arm just above where the metallic joints had been attached hoping to sever it. He delved himself deeper into his focus and locked gazes with his former master as the strike was executed*

 

[Damien Nightblade]

I do believe i am the Victor.

 

[Dexington]

Indeed!