Darman made it to the Quarters in the Grand Tournament. He was feeling somewhat excited for this match, though he hoped that it wouldn't be as hard as the first round. Darman stood in the middle of an old street, with destroyed buildings surrounding him. The environment here should not be as difficult to manage as the sands of Tatooine. Darman closed his eyes in his helmet and smiled slightly as he thought of his strategie. Although he heard he was fighting a fellow mandalorian, he would make sure not to hold back.
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Tournament Match: Darman vs. Darca
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*Out of the skies a small object began to fall downards with a high speeds that only made it a glare to the naked eye. Suddenly without warning the object switch directions towards Darman. The speeds where far to fast for any normal human to doge but the feeling of terror that one would experince just standing where Darman stood would be over powering to most humans. But Darman wasn't like must humans, he was breed for war, he was train for years, homing his skills to almost super human levels. Suddenly the object came with in one foot of the ground before flames erupted. A cloud of smoke and dust was kick up into the air and stood there slowly falling back to the ground. Within that moment the battle could had been over but only the sounds of the wind and fire was heard, not even a single blaster was fired between the object and Darman. As the dust began to settle a human figure could be seen but not the face, nor the body build, or even what the person was wearing could be seen, even with the greatest of eye and the most modern of technologies. It was like looking at a ghost that was in the corner of your eye, not really sure if it was there or not. Then all of a sudden a brust of wind came and move the dust within a second. Two snake like eyes were staring at Darman, but at the same time the eyes look like a man that had been fighting too long. He was wearing black suite with a black tie and black shoes to match with it.*
"My name is Darca of the Mandalorian forces. What rules say you?"
"My name is Darca of the Mandalorian forces. What rules say you?"
"And I am Darman, of the mandalorians clans also. That was a nice entrance you have there Darca." Darman said smiling, looking at his opponent. Darman then looked at his surrounding and up to the sky. "Oh, why don't we make things interesting. Only use swords, melee, and your armor and the tech. on it." Darman said looking at Darca again.
Darman then backed up a few feet and pulled out his blade. He took the K'tara form and lined his shoulders and legs to match his opponents. "Your move." Darman said excited for the battle. It was possible sometimes to tell how the match would end from how the first punch took place.
Darman then backed up a few feet and pulled out his blade. He took the K'tara form and lined his shoulders and legs to match his opponents. "Your move." Darman said excited for the battle. It was possible sometimes to tell how the match would end from how the first punch took place.
"As you wish, sir."
*Darca switch his stealth mode on and began to walk around Darman until he spotted something that could make his attack even deadlier. A emegerncy siren, which could make him even more deadly if he used it right. Darca rushes towards it and slams his fist into the button. A huge deafening noise was heard as it echo across the tall buildings. Darca then suddenly rushed at Darman in stealth mode knowing that Darman couldn't see or hear him would make the attack far more likely that it would land on target. Darca quickly takes his virbo blade out as he rushes towards Darman in hopes to cut him down.*
*Darca switch his stealth mode on and began to walk around Darman until he spotted something that could make his attack even deadlier. A emegerncy siren, which could make him even more deadly if he used it right. Darca rushes towards it and slams his fist into the button. A huge deafening noise was heard as it echo across the tall buildings. Darca then suddenly rushed at Darman in stealth mode knowing that Darman couldn't see or hear him would make the attack far more likely that it would land on target. Darca quickly takes his virbo blade out as he rushes towards Darman in hopes to cut him down.*
True, the sound was deafining for a normal person, but Darman had his helmet on and that cut out much of the sound. With his infrared now activated, Darman saw the red figure move behind him in an attempt to slash him. Darman turned to see the blade fly at his chest, but Darman was ready. Darman dropped to the ground and slashed at Darca's feet. Darman then sprung backwards and activated his own basic stealth shield. For now, Darman would not be able to be seen by the naked eye. Darman this time took a defensive stance.
*Darca actived his jetpack as he fall back dogging the blade. He found it amusing how anyone could even sneak up on him, for his robotic eye could see through any guise. Darca jetpack made his attacks far more faster making it that only a super being could see the attack let alone doge it. Darca rush at Darman at full speed but yet that wasn't his goal. Darca's attack wasn't meant to land on Darman for it was only to get him pass a ship. He hit a button on a terminal just near by the ship. Suddenly a bright light came directly onto Darman with the power enough for space travel, he hope that it would at lest fry Darman's system.*
((ooc: so you're trying to fry me with your ships engines?...okay then...))
Darman activated his power shields to maximum as he felt a great heat coming at him. Darman rolled to the side as the fire came at his front side. Since Darman rolled, much missed, but the part that did hit were ineffective because of his shields.
Darman sprung up and then activated his advanced stealth shield. This was Darman's favorite shield because he was invisible as well as the shield blocked infrared and proximity sensors from picking Darman up. Darman drew his blade and waited.
Darman activated his power shields to maximum as he felt a great heat coming at him. Darman rolled to the side as the fire came at his front side. Since Darman rolled, much missed, but the part that did hit were ineffective because of his shields.
Darman sprung up and then activated his advanced stealth shield. This was Darman's favorite shield because he was invisible as well as the shield blocked infrared and proximity sensors from picking Darman up. Darman drew his blade and waited.
*Darca quickly came down to the ground, hoovering only inches above the ground. He started to circling around Darman as he began to look for any signs of weakness. He frown as he view the amour, he knew that there was a good chance that Mandalorian steel might be used. If that was the case it would be hard to move, Darca then smirk a little as he firgure the perfect way to beat Darman. As he slowly circling around Darman he suddenly began to pick up more and more speed. At first his face turn blurry, then his body, then just a faint of color. His movements were too fast to be seen by the naked eye but not by Darman's sensors but even that was having trouble. Suddenly Darca would strike at Darman then return to ciricling him and then he would strike again. He began doing this again and again knowing that Darman would tire out before Darca's jetpack did. He also knew that going fast enough Darman wouldn't be able to hit him with any normal attack but still he could purpose a dangerous target.*
Darman saw Darca bgin to run around him, and that's when he activated his speed and dexterity enhancer; a device that boosts his speed and agility by many times. Darman blocked the first few attacks with ease, until it came to the fifth attack. Darca's blade came to Darman's face, so Darman grabbed Darca's arm. He then kicked towards Darca's face while still holding him.
*Darca at first thought he was in trouble but with the kick to the face it could be a blessing in disguse.*
"Fool!"
*Darca hold onto Darman's leg as he kicking him and turn around. Now with his back facing Darman's front his entire amour was heating up to 1,200 degrees! The heat would burn Darman's entire sensors if he wasn't careful. If matters won't bad enough the both of them began to become airborn. Suddenly they began to hit a neon sign with Darman taking the full blunt of it. With Darman holding onto Darca and Darca holding onto Darman it would be hard for either of them to break free.*
"Fool!"
*Darca hold onto Darman's leg as he kicking him and turn around. Now with his back facing Darman's front his entire amour was heating up to 1,200 degrees! The heat would burn Darman's entire sensors if he wasn't careful. If matters won't bad enough the both of them began to become airborn. Suddenly they began to hit a neon sign with Darman taking the full blunt of it. With Darman holding onto Darca and Darca holding onto Darman it would be hard for either of them to break free.*
Thankfully, Darman always had Mark II armor; a type of armor of which can stand up to incredible heat. As they were both flying, Darman activated his own jet pack and pulled away from Darca. Darman then landed, and put away his blade. "Darca, you afraid to fight hand to hand?"
"No, I am afarid of no man, beast, god, or the force. But I do know when to fight head on and when to fight from a far. I am a sniper after all."
*Darca began to fly away from his oppenent to rethink of how to go about fighting an oppenent with such amour that he can barley even put a dent into it. He flew into a hanger and began to opperate the control panel. He set up that all sercuity droids, all 100 of them would automaticly fire at the same time but at the same time he manage to find the tractor beam. He pressed a few buttons and actived the tractor beam to bring Darman into the hanger where Darca could play cat and mouse.*
*Darca began to fly away from his oppenent to rethink of how to go about fighting an oppenent with such amour that he can barley even put a dent into it. He flew into a hanger and began to opperate the control panel. He set up that all sercuity droids, all 100 of them would automaticly fire at the same time but at the same time he manage to find the tractor beam. He pressed a few buttons and actived the tractor beam to bring Darman into the hanger where Darca could play cat and mouse.*
Darman activated his own jet pack and flew after Darca. He landed a few feet away from him, and threw his blade into the control panel. Darman walked towards him, very annoyed now. "This isn't what I had in mind, Darca. The rules say melee, blades, and armor. No ships, and no droids. Either stick to the rules or forfeit." Darman said angrly as he was a few inches from Darca.
Darman lashed out, but not at Darca. He grabbed his blade then flipped it in his hand so it pointed to Darca. Darman then stabbed at Darca's chest, then dropped and kicked at his feet.
Darman lashed out, but not at Darca. He grabbed his blade then flipped it in his hand so it pointed to Darca. Darman then stabbed at Darca's chest, then dropped and kicked at his feet.
*Darca actived his jetpack once more to doge the fury of attacks.*
"Only meela weapons huh?"
*Darca took out his knives and was ready to play. Of course he only toy with knives but this should prove to be....intersting. He threw a single knife at a big red button. A huge cargo freight fell down directy above Darman. Darca must had hit the magnetic control panel used for unloading and loading of cargo shuttles. He smiled as he threw a fury of knives at Darman in a huge spary attack. He knew he could doge the knives and the create but not at the same time. The cargo freight appear to have a dura steel frame but the knives too were special. The design could perice through amour but what was deadly about them wasn't the wound but the poison that the knives were covered with. Darman wouldn't know of this, for the knives were only use on Darca's home world which wasn't even on the map or on any Mandalorian navi computer.*
"Only meela weapons huh?"
*Darca took out his knives and was ready to play. Of course he only toy with knives but this should prove to be....intersting. He threw a single knife at a big red button. A huge cargo freight fell down directy above Darman. Darca must had hit the magnetic control panel used for unloading and loading of cargo shuttles. He smiled as he threw a fury of knives at Darman in a huge spary attack. He knew he could doge the knives and the create but not at the same time. The cargo freight appear to have a dura steel frame but the knives too were special. The design could perice through amour but what was deadly about them wasn't the wound but the poison that the knives were covered with. Darman wouldn't know of this, for the knives were only use on Darca's home world which wasn't even on the map or on any Mandalorian navi computer.*
Darman noticed a small shadow turn into a very large one quickly. He looked up just in time to see a cargo freight falling at him. Darman, with the speed enhanced, dashed forward. At the last moment, he dived forward as it fell only a few inches behind him. Darman then sprung up to the knives flying towards him.
As the knives came at him, Darman dodged every one with ease. With his speed and dexteritly enhanced, it was a simple matter. As the last knife came at him, Darman caught it by the hilt. He looked at it and let his visor give it a quick scan. Darman threw the knife to the ground in rage, seeing the knife had an unknown substance on it.
Darman looked up at Darca, knowing what to do. Darman rushed at the Mandalorian and jumped onto his leg. Darman pulled him down to the ground then jumped around Darca. He then stabbed his jet pack at the fuel line, causing it to explode. Darman had on his power shield and Mark II armor, so he wasn't badly hurt, if at all, but Darca may be.
As the knives came at him, Darman dodged every one with ease. With his speed and dexteritly enhanced, it was a simple matter. As the last knife came at him, Darman caught it by the hilt. He looked at it and let his visor give it a quick scan. Darman threw the knife to the ground in rage, seeing the knife had an unknown substance on it.
Darman looked up at Darca, knowing what to do. Darman rushed at the Mandalorian and jumped onto his leg. Darman pulled him down to the ground then jumped around Darca. He then stabbed his jet pack at the fuel line, causing it to explode. Darman had on his power shield and Mark II armor, so he wasn't badly hurt, if at all, but Darca may be.
*Darca look at the hole into his jetpack, the Mandalorian just made Darca loos 1,000 perfectly good credits down the drian.*
"What are you doing? This isn't a Mandalorian jetpack, its custom designed. I have several safe guard in order to stop any explodison from happening."
*Darca kicked the Mandalorian off of him and onto a conveyor belt, as the Mandalorian got to his feet Darca had actived the belt. By pinning Darman between a forcefield and a large crate holding Dura steel on a conveyor belt, Darca thought he would already win.*
"What are you doing? This isn't a Mandalorian jetpack, its custom designed. I have several safe guard in order to stop any explodison from happening."
*Darca kicked the Mandalorian off of him and onto a conveyor belt, as the Mandalorian got to his feet Darca had actived the belt. By pinning Darman between a forcefield and a large crate holding Dura steel on a conveyor belt, Darca thought he would already win.*
It was too bad for Darca...it was really a good plan. Darman flew onto the conveyor belt, but he rolled of the side. To Darman's luck, his holoprojector activated, causing it to seem that Darman would be caught. Darman rose up shaking his head, and deactivated the image. Darman then walked over to Darca happily. "Good, now it can be melee." Darman said as he got into the K'tara form again.
"Funny thing is, I haven't weaken you enough. Like the snake, I must wait until my venom has been working."
*Darca began to fall back deep into the hanger, if this work it would weaken Darman to the point where Darca could finish him off at his own pace. As Darman rush at Darca he began to think of Darman's body next to a wall and laying in his own blood. The thought of it, made Darca ideas of how to go about giving pain to his own oppenent all excited. He love the idea of pain; it was where all turths are relevaled and all lies destoryed. Pain, in Darca's mind was one of the minor emotion used in war but in itself lay a powerful weapon. He ran into a small cramp room that appeared to go into a circle. Darca smerk the way he always does when the battle turns into his favor as he actived the room's main fuction. Darman was about to charge at him, for once Darca just stood there. A loud humming noise was heard and then all of a sudden a magentic pull was taken to anything that was metal. Darca's jacket was ripe off like a tornado that tears the roof of a house off like if it was a hat. Darca looked at Darman as he was in case in metal he was pulled onto the walls.*
"This is a top sercuity storage. Easy to get into but hard to get out."
*Darca pointed to the doors that look like it belong to a military base.*
"Its design to make all metal objects useless, and by the way I hope you are really enjoying that suite. Mandalore steel was used to create it. The lockdown is for 24 hours, so it looks like its just you and me. I got to amuse myself for 24 hours........I am already thinking of a way to pass the time ."
*Darca walk to Darman and began to throw punches at him.*
*Darca began to fall back deep into the hanger, if this work it would weaken Darman to the point where Darca could finish him off at his own pace. As Darman rush at Darca he began to think of Darman's body next to a wall and laying in his own blood. The thought of it, made Darca ideas of how to go about giving pain to his own oppenent all excited. He love the idea of pain; it was where all turths are relevaled and all lies destoryed. Pain, in Darca's mind was one of the minor emotion used in war but in itself lay a powerful weapon. He ran into a small cramp room that appeared to go into a circle. Darca smerk the way he always does when the battle turns into his favor as he actived the room's main fuction. Darman was about to charge at him, for once Darca just stood there. A loud humming noise was heard and then all of a sudden a magentic pull was taken to anything that was metal. Darca's jacket was ripe off like a tornado that tears the roof of a house off like if it was a hat. Darca looked at Darman as he was in case in metal he was pulled onto the walls.*
"This is a top sercuity storage. Easy to get into but hard to get out."
*Darca pointed to the doors that look like it belong to a military base.*
"Its design to make all metal objects useless, and by the way I hope you are really enjoying that suite. Mandalore steel was used to create it. The lockdown is for 24 hours, so it looks like its just you and me. I got to amuse myself for 24 hours........I am already thinking of a way to pass the time ."
*Darca walk to Darman and began to throw punches at him.*
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