For Closure

[Django]

Claudius walked to the place where he had been directed. He was meeting Taryc Varad, and he was going to kill him. He took his time though, because this could very well be his last walk. He thought about everything that had happened in the past. He thought about his younger more glorious days, him defeating a member of the famed Jedi, and him marrying the only woman he ever loved and having a child with her. He remembered raising that child with her, and he also remembered the news of Taryc killing his son. And everything after that is pointless, besides his revaluation that Taryc had to die. He was at peace, he would gladly accept death but first he would ensure Taryc got what he deserved.

Finally getting to his destination he saw that Taryc had called on some sort of meeting. He was at the heart of the Varad base outside Aloriya, this place was Taryc's seat of power and it was obvious. Working his way up to the crowd he said a final prayer to Kad Ha'rangir in his head, his words to the god were his own and I wouldn't feel right sharing them. Entering and maneuvering through the crowd he whispered to himself, "Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur." ["Today is a good day for someone else to die."]

Coming to the front of the crowd he looked at his enemy. He saw his mouth moving but he ignored the words that were being produced. He had one thought on his mind, and that was death. Ignoring the invisible stopping point that the crowd had created, Claudius walked up to the man he had been wanting to kill for some long. "Taryc Varad," he said. "I challenge your right to lead."

 

[Mars]

Tarayc Varad.

The man had quite possibly one of the worst reputations among all the Mandalorians as an overly violent boogey man, except in his clan. Since he'd taken over, Clan Varad had started to follow after their leader rather adamantly as he dismantled multiple prospective clan leaders that'd stepped to him over the years. He stood in a circle of some of the other rowdy Mandos he'd grown close with as Nar Shaddaa music blasted from behind him, namely this song.

The very tall clan head burst into hysterical laughter as his super serious opponent came forward. Taryc wore nothing on his upper body, the canvas of tattoo's visible to all as he partied it up with his boys and girls.

"Looks like we've got another one seeking the throne!"

The gathered members joined in, chuckling and yelling along with him.

"You've come to challenge my right to lead? Surprise surprise!"

Taryc motioned with his hands for everyone to back up, leaving a thirty meter circle around the two of them.

"Let's get this show on the road then, bitch! We fight without weapons or armor. No shots to the crotch, anything else goes. We'll throw down in just simple training gear. I'm ready now to dismantle your ass."

Varad's leader hopped around, kicking off his shoes and standing ten meters from Cladius in a relaxed fighting stance. Both his hands were up by his face, with his thumbs floating at eyebrow level, with his right hand positioned right next to his face with his about eight inches from his face. He was light on his feet, both his heels off the floor as he stood with his left foot in front and chin tucked, keeping his elbows close to his body.

"Get at me, old man."

 

[Apollyon]

Ooc: A'den is present during this challenge so I am barging in this post.

A'den had come to inspect the Varad training grounds, instead he found a LOT of drunken Mandalorians, no guards, and his boot had taken a stream of piss by some now severely injured idiot.

Taryc Varad, WHERE are YOU?! A'den bellowed through his helmets megaphone system. The sound would cut through the ever increasing music.

As he walked he noticed a circle growing and listened to the challenge issued. He smirked under his beskar helmet, finally someone with enough balls to challenge this obviously underqualified disgrace of a Mandalorian.

Hold up! Mandalorian, why do you seek Varad's position? Why is he deemed unworthy in your eyes? A'den asked as he made his way into the center of the pit, he glanced over at Taryc and then the challenger. He would allow this fight to occur no matter the man's answer, he had seen enough here to show Taryc's incompetance as a leader.

 

[Django]

If there is one thing Claudius had learned in his older age, just because aggressiveness wins the battle it doesn't mean you should rush into a fight without a plan. And Claudius had a plan. He knew Taryc's place at home was in unarmed combat, and he knew that now he was playing Taryc's game. This may be his game, but Claudius wasn't one for games and would enjoy shattering Taryc's. He shed his armor quickly and entered the circle that was formed for the two to fight in.

Claudius mimicked Taryc's actions, pulling his hands up in the exact way Taryc had. He had been in his fair share of brawls as a young kid and boxing matches as a young adult, he knew he could easily defend against any blows he received in this position. Claudius inched forward a step as a fellow Mandalorian stepped into the circle and asked why Claudius was doing this, to which he repsonded, "Countless things." He gave the Mandalorian a glare which told him to step back into the crowd. This was between Claudius and Taryc, and he would not let anyone interrupt their duel.

After the man found his way back into the crowd Claudius inched forward towards Taryc some more. He teased Taryc with his body movements in such a way that he knew he would set off. Claudius had a plan, and it involved aggressiveness and rashness but not on his part. He would wait for the kids mistake and then capitalize on it. He studied his enemies movements, he would be ready for his attack.

 

[Mars]

Claudius closed the distance to striking range and Taryc let out a laugh just before he did so. The old man had his weight distributed evenly and was likely very used to punching it out with combatants and not used to the caliber of fighter Taryc was.

The lanky hoodrat stepped into his own striking range, still outside of Cladius' thanks to a rather nice reach advantage, and feinted a jab, before pivoting on his left foot and turning his hip over, driving a hard right roundkick with his shin directly into Claud's left thigh and likely forcing him to limp, that is, unless the man had hours of practice spent checking such low-kicks and somehow managed to keep the skill sharp despite havinglittle in the way of a background in the area.

 

[Django]

Taryc was playing his game for sure. He had a longer reach and he was probably planning on using it, but Claudius wasn't going to let him. A rather useless jab was sent towards Claudius as he stepped back, and sure enough just as he settled outside of his enemies reach Taryc's leg sailed by him. The kick could have been devastating. Claudius' face was mostly without expression, but you could see a hint of determination in his eyes. In a moments notice Claudius charged at Taryc in full sprint, leaning in with his right shoulder and barreling into his enemy. Claudius was fast enough to ensure he didn't have the time to roll out of the way, and even if he did Claudius would just jump and land on top of him. Any defense he could mount, be it a punch or a kick, would end up injuring his specific limb in all likelihood. After he rammed into him they would both barrel into the ground, after which Claudius would aim to bite somewhere on the mans face, preferably one of his eyes, and send a hail of punches to Taryc's body.

 

[Mars]

As Taryc's kick missed, he came around quickly and brutally with a left elbow strike that would connect neatly with his bull headed and rather foolish opponents temple with a satisfying thud, driving the point of his elbow directly into the soft spot on the side of the head. The resulting momentum would obliterate any sense of balance his opponent had previously had and would likely floor him. If it didn't, Taryc would follow with a devastating right cross, pivoting on his right foot to drive his hip into the punch and have it connect on his disorientated opponents chin. If it did, as Claud fell to the floor, Taryc would bring his knee up with lightning speed, bringing the hard bone right into the bottom of the stunned fools chin, almost certainly knocking him unconscious if the previous strike didn't do the trick.