Don't Fear the Reaper: The Price of Power

[Viggy]

The arena had exploded into utter chaos. Toxic green smoke was spreading quickly, forcing Fodur to use the Force and expel it - a frustrating distraction, as was the little message of "Hate me less" shooting into his mind endlessly. A madman was throwing grenades everywhere, and Force Lightning crackled back and forth across the combat area.

Fodur looked for an opponent he could handle more steadily, leaving less to chance. He found his target soon enough. The one called Lukor was in the shadows, using the Force and aiding Ren.

An alliance...? Oh, I can't have that.

Moving forward, Fodur brought his lightsaber up and pointed it horizontally toward Lukor.

"You there. Do you think you can best Fodur Kovin?"

Leaving no time for Lukor to answer, Fodur charged, swinging his lightsaber at an upward angle to try and neatly decapitate his fellow Sith.

 

[disc100]

((A little late of a post, I know))

Arlan was thrown back against a wall by the explosion that apparently he caused. His back hurt again like days past. He saw that this 'Fodur Kovin' was distracted and ran towards him, stealthily passing all the other combatants. When he was behind Fodur, he swung his lightsaber quickly, but quietly, towards Fodur's head. Arlan grinned while doing so, and was happy to be sure one of these combatants were already going to die.

 

[Enishi]

Lukor's plans changed suddenly with the arrival of the one called "Fondur Kovin". Lukor felt the instinct to defend, yet the sith "Arlan" was going to spare him the problems. Ducking quickly, all while keeping his force presence cloaked, Lukor watched as Fondur would be decapitated.

 

[Ser Yorick]

Drakus was being ignored, no one was even bothering to attack him, as they were too preoccupied with trying to stay alive themselves. Big mistake. The Mojo-Mender wasn't one that you should be forgetting about. He himself was going to change his tactics however, as Ren seemed to be engaged in fierce combat with that ludicrously laughing one. Instead, Drakus turned his attention to the foe his partner was shooting at, Lukor. There was just something not right with him, like he was hiding something from the rest of them. Did he have something planned, or was he just being the cliched mysterious one? No matter.

In a moment's time, the Mojo-Mender went in to a full sprint, charging toward the Sith with each shield screaming for blood and for death. Drakus bowed down his head like a bull and lashed out, both vibroshields connected to his forearms dancing about himself in a dazzling display aimed to tear Lukor limb from limb, or anybody else who dared get in his way.

 

[Enishi]

Sithspit...

Lukor stood his ground, awaiting the charging opponent. This tactic of charging full force at an opponent was quite risky; and all around crazy. As Drakus drew closer, Lukor braced himself.

Once Drakus had come close enough, Lukor dove out of the way; leaving Drakus to nail his head straight into the wall. Lukor just barely missed the charging sith, tearing a good deal of his already worn-out robes. To make the damage worse, Lukor called upon the force one last time to increase the momentum of Drakus' charge.

Using the force so much was a risk, and Lukor would need to conserve.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Lynn
If it was a battle of "conserving force", Lynn would already have won. Lukor had dived out of the way of his first volley of blaster bolts, but let's see him try it when he was focused on something else. As he began to dive, Lynn sent another fury of shots towards the Sith.

 

[Will]

Ren blocked the bolts coming for Lukor. She couldn't have her only possible ally in this thing taken down. She swept her sabre, making them bounce off the blade, and away in random directions.

 

[Viggy]

His target ducked. Fodur sensed a presence behind him and realized it was in his best interest to do the same. As he dropped low to the stone floor, Fodur actually felt himself lose a few hairs off the top of his head as he narrowly avoided death. Leaping nimbly away from his crouched position, Fodur then turned toward the one who had tried to assassinate him.

"A good attempt! Your aptitude for stealth is true to the nature of our kind. But can your blade dance with another?"

Fodur held his lightsaber out toward Arlan and performed a Makashi salute, before falling into his opening stance. Advancing, Fodur waited until he was about ten feet from his opponent, then stopped. He would let Arlan strike first.

 

[disc100]

Arlan watched as Fodur ducked to the ground quickly which made Arlan mutter, "Damnit......" and get into battle position himself. However, watching the man Drakus charge towards that area, Arlan took a few steps back. "Sorry to see you leave, Fodur Kovin. So I will leave you my goodbyes. Goodbye!" Arlan said with a smirk on his face. He watched as Fodur's inevitable doom was coming near.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Lynn

Disgusted and repulsed by Ren's act of generosity towards Lukor, he turned towards the others in the arena. Though it was true that he, himself, was in an alliance as well, he was positive that they had a mutual feeling of hatred towards eachother. He did not care for the well being of Kor, nor of the Mojo-Mender. If they were to fall by someone else's hand he would not prevent it.

"Let us cleanse the arena of these pitiful combatants. The fight along side each other, neither truly worthy of the prize at hand! Do not let their scheming ways be rewarded!"

With each word pulsed a similar force suggestion, small enough to go unnoticed, but large enough to have small impact.

 

[The Agriculturist]

"jUmpIng WiLL nOt SavE YOU!! Ha hA!!! UsE thIs!!" He CaLLED oUt tO rEn As shE DoVe tO InterCePT LYNN's bLastEr BOLTS. ShE cOUlD NOT EscApE thE DARKNESS sO eAsIlY. sHe WOULD "BURN!" ExClAiMed tHe ChaOtIc BiEnG as hE thrEW a PLASMA GreNade at her DisTraCtEd, DiViNg BoDy. DaMaGE woUld be DONE.

 

[Enishi]

This Lynn combatant had gotten on Lukor's last nerve. Pulling the lightsaber clipped to his waist, Lukor held the weapon within his left hand; pulsating with annoyance. Flipping his thumb on the switch, the sickly blue blade erupted in a snap and low hum. Running towards the masked fellow, Lukor held the blade in a defensive stance.

"You're mine."

The crazier fellow had lobbed a grenade towards Ren, his perhaps only ally. She had saved him from being eliminated, it seemed correct that he should do the same. Considering the grenade was small and barely required any sort of use of the force, Lukor used this opportunity to flick the grenade back towards the lunatic.

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Lynn
Though he was not a master combatant, as many here were, Lynn responded only by igniting his own twin red sabers. As Lukor charged, he threw his right saber towards him, followed by a quick plasma grenade.

 

[The Agriculturist]

"A nOsY fellow MusT lose hIs NOSE!" Kor CallED as he FlIpPed OvEr thE GreNaDe, HeAdInG tOwArDs thE FooL whO DeCideD to InterVENE; LuKoR. HIs LiGhtsAberS wOuLd cUt hIm to Pieces. ThaN he WoULD HandLE REN.

 

[Will]

The crazy fellow would have to go down. Her twin purple sabres were out, and she cleared the space between the two in seconds. She twisted the handle of one sabre, making it a short sabre, and held in in a defensive stance. The other was the longer blade. Her Jar Kai would be useful against another opponent with two blades. She stood before him, sabres at the ready.

 

[Lirreka]

There were advantages to observation, especially in a room full of powerhunger would-be Dark Lords. Opposition brought opposition, that much she knew long before observing the hopefuls. However opposition also brought notice. Aggressive stances, pro-active tactics proved to be beacons for the collective fury of the others. She could indeed hold her ground and simply wait till fury cindered away their endurance, it would be the smart move but Solidaad could not deny the fire being built in her blood. Conflict, a heady drug, especially to a Sith threatened to get the better of her. Discipline won out over desire for now and she stoked that fire in her blood, letting it build as she moved closer, testing to see just how observant they were.. Those mixed in conflict; Lynn, Lukor, Ren and the one Crazed. Yes she would slide closer, testing, watching and always ready. She held her saber, yet to be ignited, in her right hand while her left slipped beneath the remains of her cloak. She too had surprises in store should they react to her slow approach.

 

[disc100]

As Arlan sneaked around all the fighting crowds, he managed to find Fodur again. Right was he found him, he swung his lightsaber towards Fodur's head while he remembered one very important detail: He had Tovar's lightsaber as well. While Arlan was swinging his saber at Fodur, he pulled out Tovar's and swung that one towards Fodur's legs, hoping to finally lose an enemy in this battle. With this swing he also muttered, "It's time for you to leave now, Fodur Kovin."

 

[Enishi]

As soon as Lynn drew upon one of his grenades, Lukor knew he had to run faster. The more distance he closed between Lynn and himself, the more time he had to get rid of the grenade. However, simply running wasn't going to do much as a lightsaber was tossed first.

Running at the saber, Lukor used his weapon to parry the blade and expose the hilt. Instead of destroying it, Lukor grabbed the blade with his free hand. With his hands full, Lukor was unable to grab the grenade. With no option but to run, Lukor pushed off the ground as hard as he could before diving to avoid the explosion.

 

[The Agriculturist]

The crazy fellow would have to go down. Her twin purple sabres were out, and she cleared the space between the two in seconds. She twisted the handle of one sabre, making it a short sabre, and held in in a defensive stance. The other was the longer blade. Her Jar Kai would be useful against another opponent with two blades. She stood before him, sabres at the ready.

"WHY sO SeRiOUS?" he CalLed to hEr, hIs GrIn DeviLish aS eVER. He HardENED his GriP On the tWiN BlADeS aNd WaLkEd tOward tHe SiTh Woman.
"yOu wAnt to PlAy? Ha HA hA HA!" he reAchEd To hEr MiNd wiTh HiS, AtTemPting to fIll HeR mInd wIth thOughtS oF TerRor and Chaos.
"Let's PLAY!!!"

 

[Who Wrecks?]

Lynn

His head cocked back to Kor, his eyes dancing beneath the thick lenses of his mask. His attention wavering from Lukor to Ren, like he had the attention span of a five-year-old, he pointed his own saber at the woman. Right on key, a scratchy tape recording began to emit from the man's mask:

"HUH?! You wanna play rough?! eh?! Ho' Kay!"
This, of course, was quickly followed by a hail of gun shots from a newly acquired blaster pistol.
"You know what I hate? Pussies with guns..."