Ask Korriban Another Return

[Emryc Thorne]

The Feeorin stared back at Malicia. Nothing was said for a few moments. Silence hung in the air as they all gazed at one another. Slowly, a cruel smile began to spread across the King’s face. This grew into a chuckle and then a laugh that echoed throughout the halls. He cracked his muscles and slowly rose to stand to his full height topping over seven feet. He was daunting in every way possible, heavy muscles rippling as he used the Force to call his Sith blades to himself.

“Then challenge me for it,” He said simply. Yellow eyes drilled into Malicia, his presence in the Force almost oppressive.

Raze had been silent the entire time as he watched the exchange. He tilted his head up to regard the King and the crown atop his head. He didn’t look at Malicia when he spoke.

“My lady, allow me to be your champion,” He said simply. The King’s gaze shot forth to look at Raze instead.

“You will not use saber-”

“I know the laws of Arau-kesh,” Raze answered flatly in Ancient Sith. His interruption had spears pointed at his chest but the King raised a hand to stop it. He didn’t waste further time, barking some orders to the Massassi guards.

Within moments, the two Sith Lords would be lead out towards a sandy arena. Already crowds had begun to assemble, first the tribe leaders and then the tribes themselves. The arena was set in an elevated pillar on the other side of the pyramid. It was viewable from all sides by the masses that would gather there.

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[The Storyteller]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Already, the crowd was cheering. Even before fresh blood would stain the ground, the masses were roaring. If one dared to listen, they would hear the call of one name. One word, two syllables, echoed a thousand times toward the stars above. “Korjak! Korjak! Korjak!” It was a name that would not go unheard. Never forgotten. Ever remembered. For it would never die. Not today. The King thought as he stared down his would-be opponent. When death looks upon you, Korjak, there is only one answer… The Feeorin smiled, scoffing at his enemy. Death was not looking upon him this day, after all. Not today!

“Hear me, hear me!” Korjak called across the crowds, his mighty hands raised to them. “The upstarts think to take my throne! To build an empire on my world!” He cackled. It was too much, the folly of it all. The fools, and one bigger than them all… “Here, in this arena, we shall see who sits that throne!” In a second, the king’s eyes went from the crowd to penetrate his opponent’s gaze like a dagger through rock. “We shall see who will be the champion…” Green lips spread wide. “I am King Korjak! And who are you, contender?”

After the fool’s answer, Korjak began to step forward. “Know this…” He unsheathed the sword at his hip. “...There will be blood…” His boots stepped over a red smear long since coagulated and crusted. His other hand found another hilt, the sword singing against metal as it scraped out of scabbard. “...There will be violence…” At that, he came within five meters from his foe, his massive frame bearing upon the smaller man like a mountain before a marble. “...There will be…” With that, Korjak kicked his feet forward, more dancing than darting, and charged. “...DEATH!”

The word sprung in unison with his movements. His right sword arced diagonally downward from his right to left, the curved convex aimed for Raze’s left shoulder to right hip. It was a simple attack, one that could be followed up with a flourish or flurry in a moment. After all, when the King commanded, the universe obeyed.



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[Darth Malicia]

Malicia watched quietly, saying nothing while the king laughed about whatever he found funny. Her expression remained the same. He mentioned challenging him. Is that how it worked? The same as the Sith Order? Opening her mouth to speak, Raze's modulated voice made her pause and then stop.

Champion for her...? Was he protecting her again or...?

She looked at the man when he made his offer. Curious, yellow eyes staring as she quietly nodded. She'd heard of the tradition—having a champion for a duel—back on Serreno. There was no reason for her not to accept as far as she was aware. Probably foolish not to.

Something brought her mind back to her rose in her ship and she felt oddly guilty for leaving it behind. Why did she have these feelings? She walked beside Raze quietly until they had to part. The gathering crowd of pureblood clearly looked exhilarated at the idea of a challenger. Some of the crowd parted like waves as a few larger purebloods moved towards the area to watch. Malicia assumed these were clan leaders or otherwise important figures.

When the two Sith Lords parted, Malicia found a spot closer to Raze to watch the fight, and most importantly to watch the King. The King could be much more powerful than they realized, but Malicia had a lot of faith in Raze's abilities. She trusted he'd come out on top. He had to. He was an asset she didn't want to lose... and maybe because she had other feelings. Ones she had to squash when she saw the King and his unknown skill advance on Raze, though her hands gripped into fists.

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[Emryc Thorne]

Raze knew the King would make this as theatrical as possible. Despite the appearance of a dumb brute, he couldn’t take up the crown without having some measure of charisma. In contrast, the Sith Lord stood silently like a sentry. He moved only to turn and walk to Malicia briefly to surrender his sabers to her. The visor lingered on her for a moment, conveying to her how important they were to him without a word.

He stepped away then to use the Force to call a Sith blade to his hand. He spun the blade around to get a feel for its weight and maneuverability. His blade was in his dominant left hand and he stepped up to face the King as the crowds screamed and shouted.

While the King had finesse, Raze had a smaller frame than his and was more agile. He saw the blade coming in and he knew he couldn’t rely on pushing back with brute force. As the blade came in, Raze tilted his torso back so it initially passed while he pivoted on his left foot.

His own blade jammed up to meet the King’s in a slanted perpendicular fashion, shoving it forcefully in the direction it was already going but with him outside of its guard. He had no intention of stopping the trajectory, but he used that clash to spin on his foot around the king’s right flank. This would put him diagonally behind the king while he was still on the trajectory of his last attack.

Raze continued in that fluid motion, lowering around to spin again to slice from his left to right across the backs of the King’s legs. This way even if the king whirled around in a rage, Raze would be lower and out of range.

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[The Storyteller]

Spoiler: Music OOC

The two blades clashed, the first connection marked by the spark of metal scraping along metal, though this was certainly no mindless block. Raze had all but grazed his blade against his opponent’s, letting inertia bind the King’s onward through the emptiness of air, bereft of flesh and bone. No matter. The dance had begun, and it took more than one pair of feet to continue it.

His charge interrupted, Korjak let leftward momentum run its course. His right arm swung right to left and his body followed. It was his turn to pivot on left foot, spinning leftward just as his attack missed and Raze sought his right flank. It was a crafty attack, that upstart’s, but even while Korjak’s right sword was occupied his left sword remained free.

As the King pivoted on left foot, bringing his right off the floor and out of the immediate path of danger, he spun full circle, shooting his left sword toward his enemy’s weapon. The two blades were coming straight toward each other now, so before Raze’s might bite Feeorin flesh it would be parried by metal.

Meanwhile, while spinning to realign himself with his foe, Korjak swung his right sword back into the game. All this time, courtesy of Raze’s influence, Korjak’s right sword had been moving along due course. All Korjak had to do was redirect its right-to-left trajectory toward the left side of Raze’s neck. The upstart might have been lowering but having longer arms had its upsides.



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[Darth Malicia]

A small inkling of surprise coloured her face when Raze approached. Her yellow gaze adjusted as he stepped closer in order to remain on his helmet. What came next only added another layer of suprise and her hands extended to accept his sabers with only a small moments of hesitation. Once they were in her grip she held his gaze in acknowledgement and understanding until he walked back into the arena.

Right after her gaze lowered.

It must be part of the tradition, she thought, though she never expected to hold his lightsabers at any point in time. She doubted many Sith held other Sith's lightsabers. Only two people had held hers in all the years since she'd created them. Asminys, her brother, and Ramil, the Count of Serreno.

She took the duty very seriously, and... making direct contact with them she felt Raze. There was also a smell she swore she picked up from them. A smell she didn't dislike and it made her gaze wander a moment in memories until Raze was back into the middle of the arena. That was when her gaze returned and fixed there.

The crowd roared in exhilaration as the fight began. Malicia's grip on Raze's lightsabers tightened.

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[Emryc Thorne]

Raze hadn’t expected the king to move as quick as he did. His own incoming blade was intercepted as the giant Feeorin spun easily on his heel. It was abundantly clear exactly how the man came into power. This wouldn’t be an easy fight.

But Raze had his own tricks to play. He didn’t push against the interception, leaving his blade there and not dropping as he intended. He anticipated the second blade’s arrival, having known its trajectory never stopped. Raze quickly flipped his own blade to a 100 degree slanted vertical angle. This would allow the near point of the blade to catch the incoming blade. This effectively put his weapon in between both of the king’s, and he knew he had a precious moment before a twist maneuver was applied to his blade to disarm him.

He moved quick as lightning, his right hand purposely empty to unleash devastating attacks instead of wielding a physical weapon. His right open palm slammed in towards the king’s left hand grip on his hilt, the Force imbued in the attack. The effort would seek to instantly shatter the knuckles on impact and render the weapon hand useless and drop the left blade. The king was far too close to change weapon trajectory and removing the blade would open his guard up for more lethal attacks with Raze’s blade.

Raze didn’t launch further attacks purposely to prepare for swift adjustments to anything the king did.

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[The Storyteller]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

When he saw his opponent move, Korjak reacted on instinct, jerking his left hand backward upon ts bind with the adjacent blade. However, there was no competing against the speed of Force wherein he had not applied his own. Had he not moved any inch then he might have just lost his knuckles. Instead, Raze’s fist would end up connecting just above Korjak’s, impacting with the flat of his blade. It would offer no damage to Raze’s hand but would drive Korjak’s own sword toward himself. That itself was fortunate, given that the flat and not the edge is what would connect with his stomach.

That had effectively withdrawn Korjak’s left sword from the engagement. His right sword, meanwhile, was still connected with his enemy’s. Given how close they were, and the greater reach of the Feeorin, it was around the midsection of his right sword that had clashed with the near point of Raze’s. Now, with two swords no longer keeping Raze’s upright, Korjak’s right blade would suddenly push downward, backed by a stronger arm. With blade control being weakest further from the hilt, there would be little resistance that Raze could offer against his sword bending backward toward himself.

Having already given up some of the Force, Raze was likely not as prepared to apply it again in this same instant, though he had some options. He could keep his sword bound with Korjak’s, but Korjak would be pushing Raze’s sword toward his left trapezius, trapping the contender's sword as much as digging into the flesh. If Raze withdrew his sword entirely then Korjak’s own blade would be biting his body instead. Further, there were few directions for Raze to swing his sword. If he slashed outward, he could target Korjak’s front, but the King’s left sword was now guarding that area.


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[Emryc Thorne]

Raze inwardly cursed as his palm met the fuller of the king’s blade. The only benefit was that the blade was effectively temporarily out of harm’s way, and Raze quickly withdrew his hand. There was still the right blade to contend with and he knew he couldn’t keep up with the sheer amount of strength the Feeorin had. Raze decided to capitalize on just that.

Without warning, Raze released his grip on his blade entirely, pivoting fluidly at the same time. The sudden loss of resistance combined with the massive weight and torque behind the king’s attack would keep his momentum going in the circle. It was effectively the same as applying trakata abruptly during a weighted saberlock.

Raze moved himself out of the sharp diagonal trajectory of the incoming right blade. The Feeorin’s hulking form would keep moving in the opposite direction, no blade to suddenly block him and his left blade already out of range. Raze was diagonally behind the king’s right shoulder, his left hand free. He didn’t pause as his hand reached to grasp a hold of one of the Feoorin’s long head tendrils. He used it to tank the king’s head backwards, the sensitive appendage enough to give him pause.

He hadn’t ignored his own blade entirely, his right hand having grasped the dropping blade by the hilt as it fell out of the king’s reach. In one fluid motion, that blade would come around to slice through the gripped tendril in Raze’s hand.

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[The Storyteller]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Trakata. That was a technique that the King had encountered before. Never, though, had someone managed to pull it off upon him with anything less than a lightsaber. It was something he would have to analyze later. For now, the instant passed, and it was all Korjak could do to keep his sword-arm swinging downward from right to left. At that moment, and as before, Raze decided to pivot away. As before, Korjak gave into the momentum and continued to rotate his entire body leftward, this time grounding his right heel.

He was larger and heavier, basically bulkier and better, but that just meant that his limbs reached further and hit harder. As he pivoted, his left leg barely raised from the ground as he swung it backward in one sweeping motion. The back of his calf would wrap around Raze’s to trip him up and floor him, this being the King’s immediate attempt to check his contender after surprising his better so. All the while, the Feeorin would follow his right sword leftward for another attack.

But, something else happened. Something sudden. Something sharp. Something perhaps just as painful as having your hair jerked backward. Only, in this instance, having your hair cut off was generally painless. A Feeorin’s tendril, on the other hand, was quite a nervous appendage. The opponent’s blade cut through it like walnut pie. The King watched the green thing squirm and fly from his head, and he shrieked—in pain, in rage, in hate.

His own movements interrupted to say the least, Korjak channeled his explosion of feelings into the next moment, and lashed out. As quickly as Raze’s severance package had been delivered, Korjak found new footing. His right boot thundered forward, aimed to strike around the target’s solar plexus, the kick amplified by a maddened burst of Force. If it connected, the sheer force could even break a rib, and at least knock the wind out of Raze, clear the distance between them, and allow the King a moment to roar.



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[Emryc Thorne]

Blade cut through flesh and first blood was drawn. He could hear the roar of the crowd, but it was easily overpowered by the anguished cry of the king. The hulking figure whirled around powerfully to deliver a kick far quicker than Raze could have anticipated. His blade had been in his right hand and had been cutting through an elevated target. This left his torso, though armored, open for attack.

The kick hit like a battering ram and Raze’s vision went blank for that moment. He was sent sailing back and across the arena from the sheer force of the blow. He landed on the ground on his back, skidding back and kicking up dust till he slid over by Malicia’s feet. He gazed up at the sky and exhaled with rattling and labored breaths. His armor on the abdomen was cracked and damaged. His pained breathing was heard through the modulator. He released the severed tentacle on the ground where he fell.

All the crowds around him shouted in unison and the sounds blurred into the background. He knew he couldn’t lay there forever and he gave a loud grunt as he rose to his feet again, jamming his blade on the ground to hoisting himself up. The blow had knocked the wind out of him and had possibly cracked ribs - he had no time to assess the damage.

Raze drew in shallow breaths as he stepped towards the king again. The Feeorin was still bleeding from the severed appendage, and there was no addressing it during the fight. It was a handicap he had to carry the rest of the battle.

The Sith Lord exhaled against his helmet, visor gazing at the king. He was fueled by rage just as the other man was, and he was driven by the singular purpose to kill. He didn’t waste a moment before he dashed forth with a swing from his own right to left to go from the king’s left hip up to right shoulder. His blade was back in his dominant left hand.

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[Darth Malicia]

From the start of the fight Malicia's posture was tense. She tried not to give away anything else by keeping her expression as stoic as she could. That was until she saw the King's kick make contact with Raze. Her body jumped in reaction. There was no time to stop it.

He slid to her feet and, in partly shock, she stood for a second staring at him. Then his name escaped her, "Raze!" against her better judgment not to put on a scene.

Malicia knelled by him, holding one of her hands slightly above where his armour was cracked, not touching because she wasn't sure what to do or if it was against the rules. His laboured, pained breaths sent a chill of near panic through her body and she felt an odd, foreign sting at the sides of her eyes. It wasn't the first time she'd heard someone breath that way. "Raze? Are you okay? Raze?" she asked. In those few breaths she noticed that her hand was shaking. Why did she have to care? It was frustrating.

After the initial shock, he began to stand, surprising her and prompting the much smaller darth to move out of his way. She stood fully only when he did, watching him charge back into the arena. She knew she couldn't stop him, and even if she could it wouldn't be right to do so. All she could do was stare and accept that she couldn't control these emotions, so she tightened her jaw and watched.

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[The Storyteller]

Spoiler: Music OOC

The Feeorin's tentacle had flown away. Now it was Raze’s turn to fly away. Korjak watched him just long enough to make sure he would be getting up. This fight was far from over. First blood. First kick. The King had at least won the latter. His contender would soon lose the former. For now, Korjak stood alone, swords at his sides, and howled toward the sky, daring a bolt of lightning to pierce his chest. It would only electrify his heart. No… He denied himself.

After expressing his pain via vocal chords, each breath became a cold and dry test of keeping control. He could lose himself in the moment, any moment; an intimate reminder of Sith lust for blood and craving for raging. Not yet… He turned this way and that way to watch those who watched them on this desolate field. They gazed and gawked, cheered the fight on, as any audience ought to. Their king was one tendril short, blood oozing from a clean cut, but the throbbing sensation was only fuel to the fire welling within. Must not give in just yet…

He turned toward his opponent to find him recovering, then to his friend who served as her own special spectator. “Is this how you play the game of thrones, little girl?” Korjak cackled. “You have your servants do the fighting for you? Is this how you build empires?” He tutted. “Disappointing... A Sith who sits is no Sith at all!”

Korjak looked to see that his foe was on the approach. His lips spread to bare teeth in a sneer. “Come, then!” The King called across the carnage of their craft as Raze dashed forth. “Come kill me, if you can!”

With that, the little man attacked, and the bigger man responded in kind. As the other sword came in, Korjak brought his left blade down to meet it perpendicular with an overhand grip. Concurrently, he stepped forward into his enemy’s guard, which wasn’t much when it came to Raze’s left flank. While Korjak’s left sword sought to bind with his opponent’s and check it, he thrust his right sword to jab the point into Raze’s left underarm. His armpit might not have been fully exposed with his upward swing, but enough of the area would find itself a target for punishment.



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[Emryc Thorne]

Raze responded to the King's quips at once, “I challenged you on my own,” He shot back before he ever began his charge, “I promised a Pureblood I would plant his skull atop your head after I filled it with my seed,” His crude words got a reaction from the crowd. No one had ever dared speak in such a manner to the king before. He had said the words in Ancient Sith so everyone could understand.

His charge was met with a quick block as expected. He never lost sight of both of the king’s blades, knowing the man favored them at all times. As soon as the overhand blade clashed against his, he knew the second blade was coming soon. He could tell right away the trajectory was going up north, effectively putting the king’s focus to the top half of his torso.

As the king had intercepted his blade to layer above Raze’s, it put the feeorin outside of his immediate guard. Raze reacted at once, dropping quickly from where he was and towards a crouch that took him towards the king’s right side. His blade would sweep down with him, aiming to cut into the king’s right thigh as he dropped and ducked around the king’s right side. This would cause the king’s left blade to continue down at a slanted angle towards his own left and out of Raze’s way . The right blade, in the meantime, would be wholly out of range as it was intended for an upward strike. Raze relied on his quicker speed to pull off the move, fully prepared to intercept any trajectory changes from the king.

Raze didn’t pause to see whether his blade impacted or not, his quick crouch and shift maneuver allowing him to once again come up slightly behind the king diagonal to his right shoulder. The maneuver had caused him a tremendous streak of pain through his torso and prevented him from doing anything further.

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[The Storyteller]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Korjak had brought his left blade to intercept Raze’s but he had not put his strength behind the maneuver. Once the two swords connected, Korjak’s continued down, but only just. The bind broken, his weapon was now free, so he carried its motion through into a rapid arc, realigning the sword downward toward his right. His opponent’s drop had been pulled off successfully, but Korjak hadn’t needed to predict it to see it.

With his own sword trailing his opponent, the blade crossed toward his right to greet Raze’s once more, planting it between his thigh and his opponent’s sword. The latter would strike the flat of the blade and likely bounce off. Meanwhile, while Korjak had intended to jab toward Raze’s armpit with his right sword, the latter’s crouch changed gears. The thrust was intended to be quick either way, so it took little effort in Korjak’s retracting his right arm.

That sword now free, the King twisted his body to align with Raze while dragging his weapon into a slash just as his foe was entering his stance. Achieving this, the Feeorin whipped his head to face the enemy, his tendrils dancing into the breeze, save one. In its stead, a spill of blood spattered down upon Korjak’s face. Instead of finalizing his attack, then, his swords remained poised, his eyes blinking ferociously. One stung, but bare of blood. Most of it had found his lips. They spread so that his tongue could taste it, and that’s when the King understood. It’s…it tastes… He licked. Sweet!

“Like Boaboo juice!” Korjak surrendered his throat to the sky once more in a mighty guffaw, hands twisting hilts. “How about that, eh!?” He inquired of his opponent standing one swordstroke away. “Who—HA HA HA!—Who would have thought that a king’s blood tastes like JUICE! HA HA HA!” It was all too much, like a full sun on a hot day, and maybe his laughs grew so loud that he could no longer hear the crowd cheer.



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[Emryc Thorne]

Raze heard and felt his blade clash against metal, gritting his teeth at the missed hit. It wouldn’t be long before both men grew exhausted from the fight. The crowds were forgotten, the hot sun blared down on them both and the adrenaline rush was the only thing driving them. Raze raised his blade in preparation only to have the king turn and speak as their blades met. He bounced off that interception, allowing distance between them again.

It was becoming abundantly clear why the man was known as the ‘Mad King’. Raze watched the way he whirled his blades before his gaze flicked up again. He concentrated the Force then, coiling it around the injured tendril to harshly grasp it. It would result in excruciating, blinding pain.

“Let me pour some more out for you then,” Raze growled as the fingers of his right hand curled to press the compression attack. It would force the tendril to bleed profusely and cause unbearable agony. His left hand kept his blade up in guard against the inevitable retaliation to come. The small break allowed him to draw more labored breaths, the pain in his ribs still shooting through his entire body.

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[The Storyteller]

Spoiler: Music OOC

It was an insolent thing, to attack a king who was only trying to have a laugh with you. As Raze did just so, Korjak did not find it as funny. At first, as his tiny opponent spoke of actually assisting him, it was all he could do to cock a brow. “Hmmmmm?” He suspected, then winced. The wince became a scowl, the scowl gave way to a snarl, and half a second later he stood there howling in the kind of perpetual anger that was spawned from perpetual agony. No..!

“NNOOOOOOOOOO!!”

The King commanded. His insubordinate subject would not listen. Blood drained from the stump dangling from Korjak’s head, gushing like last night’s virgin. Even though the tendril was no longer complete, even though the circle was yet complete, somehow he could feel the length of it anyway. All over again, it felt like someone was chopping it off, but more sawing in slow motion. Worse than that, against his expectations and in the span of seconds, it felt like someone had just slipped a flensing knife into the topmost layer of skin and the tissue beneath, and began to peel. Not..!

“KOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRR!!”

He staggered backward, screaming like that virgin did when he took her legs into his arms, then again when he took her to the rack and watched her arms and legs come apart like the wings off a fly. Yet..!

“JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKK!!”

Too late.

It was quite a terrifying thing, to know that although your blood was royal and wonderful it was just as much bad and tainted. It slithered through king’s veins like snakes day and night. Now it spilled like juice. Now it coarsed through those veins like fire—like fire and blood! Here he was, a Feeorin of seven feet and three hundred pounds, crying out to the cloud. Yet, now that height and weight was about to become Raze’s worst nightmare. Now.

Korjak’s head throbbed in pain, his heart pulsed with hate, and all of his rage became like a sun that had been saving the explosion for the celebration. Left sword spurted forward faster than the arm should move to bite the hand that held the head. Korjak was touched by torment, but his newfound power pushed past the pain. On the other hand, if Raze’s right hand maintained the torture then it would do him no good before the Feeorin’s blade fell forth, edging toward right arm. The blade came in diagonally downward from Korjak's left to right to reach the bicep. If it landed, it might just take the whole arm off.

Meanwhile, Korjak kept his right sword at the ready, blade brandished before his body diagonally with the tip to the sky. His attack had hardly covered a split second in time. It would take no less to spring his right sword into motion, if nothing else. All the while, the King continued to howl like a limbless virgin flayed alive.



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[Emryc Thorne]

Raze could tell the king was unraveling. His people had known him to be unhinged, but seeing it on full display during a ceremonial battle was something else entirely. The Sith Lord stood in silence, never relenting on his grip of the severed tentacle that gushed blood. The Feeorin’s pain was almost tangible to all around and the Massassi would smell that stench of iron and copper.

He saw the King’s attack coming, the movements far more frenzied than before. Power and bloodlust was the way of the Sith, but Raze did not operate that way. He had an icy resolve that was difficult to crack, and he stood calmly in preparation for any incoming blows. He knew the king was blinded by rage and pain as so many Sith before him.

The blow came and Raze did not intercept it in the traditional manner. His left handed blade abruptly swung up, applying a burst of controlled strength instead of relentless fury. There was surgical precision to his methods. The blade jutted up into a counter clockwise arc to shove the king’s blade towards his own right and towards the already downward facing trajectory.

Raze pivoted around to purposely come closer near the king’s outstretched left arm. His right arm came up to curl his fingers into a fist and charge it with the Force. With his left hand shoving the king’s blade away and right fist positioned below the elbow, he slammed the knuckles up to shatter the extended bone in an unnatural direction. It was a hand to hand combat maneuver that would use the two contradictory pushes of force to snap the arm at slightly above the elbow and crack bone, the Force aiding his efforts. Even if the maneuver didn’t have the intended effect, the blow to the humerus would make him drop his weapon and he had a grapple lock on the king and would be difficult to shove off. The king could swing around with his right blade, and that would only allow Raze to move with him and attempt more devastating maneuvers with that arm. He was too far inside the king’s guard for the king to use his left blade. His legs were positioned to plant him firmly and make it difficult to destabilize him where he stood.

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[The Storyteller]

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

The pain, it was like a tentacle all on its own, coiling itself around a single wound, then around the neck as if to choke a million more screams out of the throat. That pain, though, it was not crippling, not now. Now, Korjak had given into it, and all that came with it. Yet, even in the passing moments, he knew where his sword was swinging, and he knew it was coming for the very object that had caused him such pain—nothing more, nothing less. In that moment, nothing else mattered. He had forgotten to be so surgical with his strikes, his memory on the howl, the howl, the howl, but he had not forgotten about his other sword.

At a glimpse, the King caught Raze catch the blade and come forth. In his coming, Korjak lashed out with his other weapon; already poised for attack, positioned above his left sword. This is what he had been banking on. Whatever happened to his own body, a thousand conjurations of torture were as pale as a corpse in comparison to what he might do to his adversary. By now, both opponents were too close for sharing a glass of juice, but they just might share one anyway. With the Force binding to their efforts, they might have been on par with one another in that perfect moment, though only one could come out of this alive.

As a fist bore into bone and broke it, Korjak had already been shouting, so that was a plus, but the connection just as much twisted his torso rightward. Seamlessly, his right blade, continued its swing horizontally from his right to left in a roar of power and speed, capitalizing on the Force and his own force. His sword came right for Raze’s head. There was a helmet upon it. That would not matter now. Now, as knuckles punished bone, blade would punish helm, and hopefully the flesh and bone and blood that was hidden behind it.


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[Emryc Thorne]

The sound of bone cracking was loud and satisfying. However it came at a cost.

The king’s right blade came whirling in towards Raze’s face, the man moving abruptly spurred by pain. The blade collided mostly with the fuller, the two men far too close to allow for a useful sweep with the edge. The blade was used more as a bludgeoning weapon and it collided with might against the helmet. A loud clang and crack echoed loud enough for those in the immediate area to hear and the force was powerful enough to send Raze spinning.

Blood spewed out from where Raze’s face was as he whirled in the same direction of the hit. However, he powered through with his momentum, dropping and circling back around to whirl in with his left foot as he lowered. The king’s blade sailed past where his head was moments prior, the man’s left arm rendered useless. Raze’s drop would see his left foot come in with a sweep intended to jam in between the king’s legs while he was midspin with his right blade attack. The goal was to make the king drop forward to the ground.

Raze spat out a glob of blood as he moved, refusing to back away from the king regardless of the hit he took. His head reeled and pain throbbed throughout his body and face. A quick glimpse would reveal that the bottom left quadrant of his helmet was completely shattered and gone. Half of his jaw was revealed with blood dripping from the lips.

The crowds could smell the blood from both combatants and they began to drum their chests and shout with glee. The cheering grew louder than ever, hundreds and hundreds of purebloods chanting and shouting at the match. The air was ripe with bloodlust and adrenaline. Fury drove both warriors to a duel to the death.

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