High fight (OPEN)

[Prygus]

Rules: does not affect out f this thread. You, die here, you're fine outside. No force users.


Across the great terrace Prygus moved, cloak swishing in the night breeze. Both hands were inside his cloak, and the young boy prepared for battle. the breeze was cold and fierce, due to the location. Utop a skyscraper on courasant this dueling ring was located, and here the young genious would fight. He mesured off. the arena was about fourty meters across. He stood and waited for his opponent.

 

[Kath]

The rouge Jedi Hekan Deltev approached the dueling ring prepared to fight.
He force jumped over to his opponent saluted him with his lightsaber and stood in a battle stance ready for anything.
http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/showthread.php?t=12436

 

[Trakon]

Rules: does not affect out f this thread. You, die here, you're fine outside. No force users.

((Buddy, I think you had better get lost))

 

[Kath]

oh srry dude my bad

 

[Prygus]

thank you crowley.

 

[Trakon]

((Back to the duel))

A man in a suit stepped out of the elevator on one side and looked around then ordered his guards to remain inside.

"So are you the one I'm to fight?"

 

[Prygus]

Prygus took the arrival of his opponent with intense interest, although he did not show it.

"Apparently" He replied in a bored tone.

He studied his opponent and gleaned what information he could. He could tell from the man's attire that he was a buissnessman, and he could see from his recently departed bodygaurds that he was rich. No doubt he had some plan up his sleave, for no real buisnessman would come to a fight. Of course, no 14 year old would come to an arena, and yet here he was. He brushed away the hair next to his right ear, activating the aural amplificator hidden there. He closed his eyes, entering a state of intense concentration, and drew both arms within his cloak.

 

[Trakon]

Chaskar pulled out the sword that was in the sheath on his back. He studied it for a second to make sure it was still in good condition, then he made a fencing salute.

"Ready?" He said as he got into a fencing-like form.

 

[Prygus]

Ready?

Ready?! Ready?! What a stupid thing to say.

"Ready." the young prodigy whispered, more to himself than to his opponent, and then he struck. He would outstrech his left arm rapidly, giving no warning. From his hand a metalic orb would fall, htting the ground with a clanging noise. Suddenly, it would detonate, cuasing no harm, but giving off a blinding flash of light. As the flash continued, Prygus would toss a frag grenade at his opponent's last known position, giving it enough velocity to land two feet behind him. Also, he drew a blaster pistol in his right hand, and, still holding it in his cloak, aimed it at his opponet's position. If his opponent moved, he would know, because he would hear his opponent's amplified footsteps.

 

[Trakon]

Chaskar's glasses sheilded his eyes against the blinding light, and he saw the frag grenade heading his way. He deftly hit it like a ball back towards the young man, then drew his own blaster and aimed squarely at the kid's head.

"I suggest we do this with blades, like honourable people."

 

[Prygus]

Prygus could see the light through his eyelids it was so bright. the flash ended and his now opened eyes were rewarded with the sight of his opponent standing in the same place and a frag grenade heading his way. He did not flinch. He stood his ground, calculating, the grenade already out of his thought, and for a good reason. Exactly halfway between them, the grenade detonated, right on time. The glasses had shielded the man's eyes, that was certain. How had he left out that detail?! He studied the man's rifle now pointed right at him. "I suggest we do this with blades, like honourable people." He drew his katana with his left hand, still aiming his pistol at his opponent through his cloak with his right. He would wait and watch.

 

[Trakon]

"Now let's slowly start to put the weapons down." Chaskar began to slowly put the gun to the ground, but if this kid thought he could do anything against him, he was wrong. Chaskar could bring the pistol up and shoot the kid between the eyes before he could shoot one round. "Okay come on now."

 

[Prygus]

"Now let's slowly start to put the weapons down."

Prygus slowly lowered his katana, placing it on the ground. Just as it touched, he made his move. A single blaster bolt, aimed at the man's head, would eminate from the young prodigy's cloak, leaving a small smoking hole. There was no way his opponent could have known that he even had a blaster, and the shot was completely unpredictable, so his oppoenent would probably never know what hit him.

 

[Trakon]

Unfortunately Chaskar was much more tained than he appeared, and he moved just slightly enough so that the bolt missed him, but close enough so he could feel it's heat.

"Now then, would you care to change that thought?" Chaskar had the pistol in his hand aimed fimrly at Prygus' head. "I don't have a problem killing a kid."

 

[Prygus]

And his plan would be executed. He would drop the pistol with a clang, slowly raising his left hand, while his right quickly grasped a thermal detonator from his cloak. He would steathily roll it toward his opponent, timing it so it would detonate halfway across. And detonate it would. With a startling crash, the grenade exploded, vaporizing the ground around it and releasing smoke and flame. now hidden behind this, Prygus lobbed a smoke greade towards his opponent, where it would soon detonate, covering the entire arena in a cloak of smoke. Scooping up the blaster pistol, the young genius would leap into the newly created void, landing on a pipe and moving downwards fast, swingly from pipes like an ape. He knew each one's position as he moved into the maintenance area beneath the arena, having studied the plans before he came.

 

[Trakon]

"Well, that wasn't to good of a decision." Chaskar yelled at his ear. "Gaurd close down the building, anyone attempting to get out is to be shot, I don't care if it is the Chancillor, this boy is not leaving."

Chaksar then began to dangerous task of jumping from pole to pole, running onthe top like stairs. The same time he was shooting, and getting closer every time.

 

[Prygus]

Prygus's opponent bounded forward. the young genious looked up at him, and his opponet, probably expecting disapointment at the foilage of his plot, would be dissapointed. Prygus smiled, for his opponent had not trapped him as he now probably thought, but had instead walked right into his trap. Steadily climbind downwards, he brought his pistol up and shot at his opponent. However, he was not really aimed at him. Instead, his shot flew towards the gas main for the building, a great yellow pipe filled with highly explosive gasses. Prygus trippled his speed and continued his descent.

 

[Trakon]

As he saw his opponent rbing his wepaon up and fire, Chaskar jumped through a window into a office. At the same time the blast hit the gas pipe and hurled him slightly further away. He got up and shook off the ashes.

"Boy, I will press on this detonator and blow everyone in this building down. My assasistants have finished putting them in place, and if you continue to run, I will press the button. Given the small time delay and large amount of guards protecting it, you wouldn't be able to reach it in time to disarm it. But I could get to the speeder just outside of my current position." he shrugged. "Your choice."

 

[Prygus]

Prygus stopped his descent and landed on a small catwalk sligtly below the office. A small station has nearby, and on it many dials spun. From this data, the young genious determined that the entire building would blow, from the bottom up, from the gas lines.

"So your men planted explosives? I did too, to stop this from happening." As if on que, explosions began coming from below. " Have a nice day." He said as the explosions traveled up the building, reaching their positions in a matter of seconds. The nearset gasline, ruptures, releasing superhot gasses from inside and launching shrapnel inches from his face. Prygus began to acsend.

 

[Merak Dubhe]

Suddenly, a voice came from nowhere, as if the air were speaking. It started as a whisper, then gradually transformed into yelling. The sound was nearly unbearable. Then, it stopped.

A man, no taller than 2 meters, stood there, just standing. Then he reached for his waist, and sure enough, there was a lightsaber. He activated it with a loud buzz and then it hummed softly.

He made some sort of a salute...the makashi salute. He went to strike the man with the suit. He made no noise except for the pit-pat of his shoes as they quickly struck the ground.