Uric Kyrtus Kressh vs. Boli

[Green Ranger]

OOC: Forgive me if I misspelt your name. It's wacky.

IC: Boli sat, meditating amongst the long grasses of the tranquil world of Dantooine. His recent travels had taken him to the very edge of the galaxy, and then even further, but now he had returned after a long absence to...fight in a tournament... His motive for this action? Who the hell bloody knows? Regardless, here he was, and now here he was waiting for his opponent.

He began whistling.

 

[Ser Yorick]

OOC: So is "Boli" :p BTW, you barely messed up, you added an extra "y" is all.

IC: Uric Kyrtus Kressh used to be the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order years ago, but since that time he has been in exile, but not because he was forced to. The forty-three year old Jedi Master chose exile, in an attempt to better understand himself, and the Unifying Force. But now he had returned to the known galaxy, to compete in a tournament that would go down through the ages.

He could feel his opponent not far off, deep in meditation amongst the long grasses. Drawing in on himself, Uric extinguished his presence in the Force, making his way stealthily toward Boli. The Jedi Master had not been given the nickname of the Ghost as a Padawan for no reason, he had the special talent of being able to hide his presence in the Force almost completely as a child, and has since then perfected his gift, making him impossible to detect through the Force. Uric approached quietly, his feet bare as always, his light tan tunic and pants swaying gently in the wind, along with the brown bangs covering those piercing emerald eyes. He used to teach hand-to-hand combat to the apprentices, so it was safe to say that Uric excelled in the field.

Taking two more swift steps, the Jedi Master dashed forward, coming from behind Boli and throwing himself out horizontally, feet first to slam into his opponent's back. The Force rippled as his presence blossomed like a golden star going nova.

 

[Green Ranger]

OOC: Boli was my...first serious RP character. Considering he's several years old now, forgive me if I didn't have the best name ideas back then.

Boli's senses tingled almost immediately, feeling a threat approaching him, though he oculd not pinpoint the location. Just to be sure, he stood up to prepare himself for an attack. Almost as soon as he did so, his senses flared again, nearly blinding him with the Force Aura and danger sense that simultaneously exploded onto his mental radar. Instinctively, Boli leapt into the air, his peripherals barely catching a blur passing underneath him as he did so. With only the faintest of smiles breaking his stern facade, the strange legend that Boli was dropped back down to the earth, his landing followed up quickly by a low spinning heel kick at the (former) Grandmaster's own back.

 

[Ser Yorick]

OOC: Shit, totally forgot about this.

IC: Uric anticipated the move behind him, and kept going with his lunge. He continued on past his intended target, and threw down his hands, sending out a brief Force Push that changed his alignment, boosting himself upward and into a forward flip. He landed a good distance away from Boli, with his spinning heel kick missing by a long shot.

"Insert cheesy line here, if you want," the old Jedi Master said, turning those piercing eyes on his opponent. It had been a very long time since he had a sparring session such as this, especially without a lightsaber.

Kressh then began moving forward, slower than before, but with more deliberation. His muscles were tensed, and his mind relaxed, letting nothing but the wind of the Force that was passing through him register in his thoughts. Suddenly, he sprang, jumping swiftly to the side and reaching out with the Force like in a game of push-feather, applying pressure to Boli's upper body and legs, attempting to keep him off-balance as the Jedi Master came in with a hard right.

 

[Green Ranger]

OOC: Same here. gj to both of us.

Unphased, Boli kept his center of gravity stable as his legs spread apart, balancing his self as he distributed his weight over a wider area. As for his hands, Boli's left forearm came up swiftly as he blocked by pushing his forearm away from his body, diverting the momentum of the blow away from him. With his right hand, the Mancer Master gathered a small amount of energy into his palm as he thrust his own right out, the charged attack aimed upwards at Uric's nose, seeking to break it.

 

[Ser Yorick]

Uric just dropped to his knees, and leaned in at the same time, using his left mechanical forearm to adjust the path of Boli's strike to go just a hair above his head as he swung in. The Jedi Watchman then applied even more pressure upon the back of his opponent's legs, and gave him a tight little shove with his now free right hand, attempting to knock him over.

 

[Dexington]

ooc: You know, it was supposed to be someone from the old timeline, but oh well.

 

[Ser Yorick]

I said I would join as Uric, and you said OK...

 

[Dexington]

Actually, I said you two start a match, I didn't even read the post. But go on anyway, its too far in to stop.

 

[Green Ranger]

OOC: Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I semi-forgot about this. So not used to seeing Boli in a RP thread...

Suddenly, there was a glimpse of something...not human, and the Boli was several paces away, standing upright once more. Whatrever had happened, it had gven a break in the combat. The Mancer Master then rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck as strands of silvery white hair fell before his face, immediately growing shorter to suit the combat situation. No longer adorned in his usual appearance of a middle aged man with long white hair in a similarly coloured robe, now a younger man with dark hair and dark eyes, in a brownish tunic stood before the former Grandmaster. As a finishing touch, a padawan's braid grew down, dangling from his right ear. Boli had not played mind games for some time, and it was refreshing to change his form out of his ordinary or comfortable shapes.

 

[Brandon Rhea]

STAFF: I'm just going to remind both Dex and Boli that even though it's been three days, Kurt said in Personal Notifications that he was moving and would be offline.

 

[Dexington]

Remeber I said I'd rather not do time out?

 

[Brandon Rhea]

No, but when you're moving there's not much you can really do about that.