Darasuum vs D.C.: PvP Bootcamp

[The Storyteller]

The Undercity Cantina was empty and silent, until the pair walked in. Tables and chairs collected dust, and the booths lining the walls of the wide and spacious establishment- a converted warehouse from the looks of it- seemed lonely and dilapidated. In the center, starkly contrasting to the dimly lit space around it, was a well lit bar, fully stocked with expensive liquor. Liquor, to die for.

Round One: Fight!

@Darasuum @D.C.​

 

[Chiffon]

For a long time the cantina had not seen any activity. The establishment had probably been run into the ground for whatever reason. It did not matter much right now. The important thing was that the two individuals present would not be disturbed. The twenty year old was not afraid to die today. The doctor said he only had a few months to live. Now he was out risking his life for any little relishing adrenaline rush before the curtains fell.

Yob Atsalb was his name and he was here to either kill or be killed. The man had swiftly entered the building through the kitchen staff entrance instead of the front. He grabbed one of the dusty liquor bottles by the neck, mostly full, carrying it in his left hand while he drew his worn 4-C blaster pistol in his right. The K6 armor's smooth, non-reflective paint scheme was dark and meant for situations just like this. In the public it wouldn't attract attention and in the darkness it would be more of a silhouette than anything. Yob had come with only a single reload of the weapon he carried but it would have to do. He had a vibrosword as well but it would remained sheathed. He was not a large fan of fencing and preferred to keep his distance from his opposition.

Once he entered the room filled with chairs he kicked over one of the tables in front of him. It was the type of furnishing that had dozens of cuts and markings but could stave off even a blaster bolt or two. People could critique a holo-drama for the gangsters doing this act but when it saved your life it was worth the judgement of cliche. Once flipped, he knelt behind his makeshift cover, scanning with his index finger on the trigger, ready to fire at any sign of movement. The only visible target he presented in front of him was his head, and shoulders with the blaster he had in front of him.

@D.C.

 

[Johnny Finger]

(Edits made. What a bummer we can't do that. I had him XD)
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His name was Bob. Some called him Butcher Bob. And Bob came to kill.

Before entering the building, Bob drew both his weapons. In his left hand he held his sword. In his right hand he held his gun. Seeing as Bob was a trained warrior, he had no trouble wielding either weapon in either hand. He reasoned to go in through the back rather than the front entrance so he wouldn’t be instantly exposed to blaster-fire. Sneaking through the back meant he could make his way in relatively safely, going from cover to cover, and besides, there was the possibility that his opponent was already inside, lining up a shot, expecting him to come in through the front entrance. Bob liked to surprise his opponents.

Bob also had an extremely light tread. Quiet like a mouse, he sneaked in through the kitchen toward the entrance to the bar area; it was extremely unlikely anyone would hear him coming. He stealthily came to stand with his back against the wall to the left of the door. He peeked into the bar and saw that his opponent apparently had already entered some time before him; enough time at least for Bob to get the jump on him. He already saw his next move clearly: the first shot aimed for his enemy's head; the second aimed for his back. Bob intended to end this fight before it had even begun.

Bob quickly hid behind the wall again for safety and concealment, and raised his gun. He was ready for this. In a moment or so, he would blast his enemy to the smithereens.

@Darasuum @Loco

 

[The Storyteller]

Oh, bummer. I wished I had sat down to give this a good reading sooner.

Lesson 1: You can't initiate combat on your first post in a thread. Roleplaying rules, Section V, Subsection E.2.

To save time we'll keep @Darasuum's post and @D.C., you'll have to rewrite an entry.

 

[Chiffon]

The darkness was a hunter's friend and it was no truer than in this moment. The glass front of the shop that Yob had been waiting to see Bob the Butcher (@D.C. ) come through was vacant of any movement. However it was just as dark outside as it was inside, save for the kitchen light. That was how he saw the silhouetted head of Bob peak around the corner through the reflexion in the glass. There was no longer any food in this place either, all the pests had moved on most likely. That meant there shouldn't be any sounds of mice either but that was just a subconscious thought of Yob Atsalb.

He vaulted over the table to the side he had planned being between him and the enemy only now it was going to be the side he had just hid behind would do the job. Next, from the security of the other side of the table he tossed the half filled liquor bottle over the table and at the part of the wall Bob was hiding behind. If he popped out maybe he would get a shard of glass in his face or something.

@Loco