Battling the Pork (Pre-DotR PvP)

[Topher Ridge]

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It was a particularly beautiful day on Troaska. Strom had just finished making the climb to one of his favorite spots, the Plateau of Solnara. He loved this spot, it was extremely peaceful and quite as no settlements could be found for miles. He'd come here today to relax and to offer prayers to his gods, to gain favor for an upcoming battle.

He sat in the center of the plateau and closed his eyes....ahhh yes their they were...the whispers of his gods(he had yet to learn this was merely the sound of the Force). He gave them thanks for his victories and for his..gifts. Suddenly the whispers became harsher...they were warning him. Someone or something else had come to his sacred place. His eyes shot open and his axe Wulfslar, it's familar weight giving him comfort.

"Who goes there! This a place of the gods, leave now and I may spare you. Stay and you meet your end!"

@Vepos Surge

 

[Vepos Surge]

It had been days since he had landed on this planet, one that reminded him of his home. The culture was that of war, a culture he could respect, but this was not the reason he was here. In truth he was here to test himself against the best this warrior filled planet had to offer, to prove to himself that he was as strong as he thought. Sadly this place was not proving as capable as he thought, as Gork had already defeated countless warriors, taking him little more than a swing of his lightsaber.

However, word had spread to his ears that there was one particular soul that was known to be one of, if not the strongest warrior on the planet. From what he heard he determined he held superhuman strength and durability for his race, possibly the only human that Gork couldn't treat like a child when it came to those two attributes. However, due to the limitations of his race there was no possible way he could match him, though his speed and agility was also renowned among his people.

Having been tracking the man for days he finally discovered his location on top of a plateau, completely along, just like he wanted. Surprisingly however the closer he got to the man as he climbed the more he realized this individual was a force sensitive. Though he could also tell that he had little to no control over it, making him little more than a human with a sixth sense. Hearing the man speak he was pleasantly surprised that he was able to sense him in some way. Stepping out from behind a reasonably sized boulder, revealing his hulking size and disturbing appearance to the man, wrapped in large robes with the hood down. Underneath was a set of particularly light metallic armor that covered the entirety of his body, barely durable enough to withstand a single blaster shot. The primary purpose however was not to defend him heavily, but to block minimum fire while still allowing him full mobility.

"If this is a place for gods, why do they not fight their own battles?" he questioned the man, grinning to show his sharp teeth and tusks. A single, meaty hand reached into his robe, obviously grabbing something, but not yet revealing it to his foe. "So then, come do your gods work".

@Topher Ridge

 

[Topher Ridge]

Strom smiled, though the mirth didn't show in his eyes. They were fixed solely on this creature infront of him.

"That's a shame 'Monster' I was hoping to not spill blood in this place, but I can not let you're comments go unpunished."

Strom Iginted his axe, showing the Brondir's weapon prime function. The blade grew hotter and hotter, till it glowed a deep orange. Waves of heat could be seen rolling off the blade of the axe. He raised the weapon pointing it at Gork.

"An answer to your question, the reason the gods don't fight their own battles...is because we are their weapons!"

On his final words Strom dashed foward, closing the gap between the two. His armor softly clinking as he drew closer, that much like Gorks, was lighter in nature to allow greater movement of his axe. Within 10 feet of Gork he'd begin to work his axe in arcks around his body, beginning the dance of the axe. He'd keep moving forward as his axe worked in wide circles around him, manuevering it to strike the pigman on his left shoulder in a dowward horizontal swing from Stroms rigths side.

 

[Vepos Surge]

Gork chuckled softly at the mans initial words, bold and agressive, just the kind of warriors Gork liked to battle. Watching as his axe ignited and grew to a bright orange he was surprised, as he had never heard of such a weapon. The only thing that really mattered however was if it could hold up to the heat of a lightsaber.

Waiting for the man to begin his second sentence Gork would pull the hilt of his lightsaber from his robes, igniting it was the press of a button. The iconic hum of the weapon filled the air, its crimson light illuminating Gork's body and face as he raised it for defensive posture. The whirling of the mans large axe was impressive, obvious showing he held some grace with his weapon of choice, but it also showed a hint of weakness. Knowing that those kinds of movements left one open to counter attack Gork knew his style was built perfectly to combat him.

Swinging his lightsaber upwards diagonally he would meat the mans axe just below the blade, swinging with just enough force to stop the motion of the axe. The power behind the blow being registered it was rather impressive for a human, but that could likely be contributed to the weight of the mans weapon and the leverage it gave him as well. Not hesitating of a single moment Gork would begin sliding his lightsaber blade down the length of the axe pole, aiming to sever the warriors hand in half, removing all of his fingers and thumb but not quite cutting at the wrist. At the same time he slid the blade towards the mans hand he also took a step forward, making sure he was too close for the blade of the axe to strike him unless the man slid his hand up the length of the pole to get a grip closer to the axe blade. Sadly however that would only part Strom from his hand even quicker.

 

[Topher Ridge]

Strom had no time to take account of his opponents strange weapon, the battle was on and he was determined to win. He saw his opponent start to slide his light sword down his axe handle. Strom smiled, it was a tactic he'd seen many times. He stood his ground and moved his axe head foward, thus as the light sword got lower the axe head would move further foward due to leverage, plunging the head of the axe into the porkman's chest. His opponent seemed to forget that this was no normal axe, the heated blade could cut through most armor like butter. It was a move of a true Troskan, a killing blow above all else.

@Vepos Surge