A massive cataclysm has struck the universe, and destroyed most everything in its wake. The survivors are now trying to pick up the pieces, and figure out exactly what has befallen them. Gather together, lightsiders!! The darkness has shattered the peace and calm of the galaxy...and they will do anything to stop anyone from finding out exactly what has been done! This is our first sitewide RP plotline. Lightsiders, you are looking for the source of this massive event. Clues must be found, lackeys tracked down, and bits of memory discovered. Darksiders, you guys don't want that to happen....because of the one behind the whole thing is furthering his ultimate goal. Mandalorians, and non-force users, you guys can decide where you stand on this line....do you side with the Jedi, and try to discover the reasons behind the ruined universe, or will you side with the darkness, and protect those secrets. Will the secret of the cataclysmic reaping be kept under wraps? Or will the Jedi and their allies find out the truth? Your RP and writing will decide the outcome!
BATTLE ARENA
Welcome to The Saga Continues. We have a section called the Battle Arena. Here you can use your characters to fight other characters. Hone your skills and see what you are made of. Don't worry, anything that happens here, does not effect your characters in posts, so if your character dies, you can still use them over and over. Have fun and check it out!
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Always advancing....didn't this guy know how to take a break?
The only thing that was visible now to the deafened Adieumus was a blob, and a red light. Apparently, Ishmael -really- liked that lightsaber....but Adi wanted no part of it right now. As the other man advanced toward him, Matango unfastened his own weapon, but did not activate it. Instead, he used a tactical retreat at the same speed as Ishmael was advancing, backing up through the tall grass. He was less than graceful, however, as the headbutt, AND the force scream had affected his equilibrium. If Ishmael would keep up his advance, Matango would back up.
...And drop lower into the grass with each backward step.
In six steps, the top of the former Jedi's head was even with the grass. In another step, he moved as quickly as he could, trying to hide a little bit, and regain his composure as much as he could. He would try to keep no less than ten feet between the two of them, for as long as possible. Every second was precious, and allowed for more recovery time. The Arkanian's failing eyes stayed focused on the glowing red of the other man's saber, to make sure that Ishmael's whereabouts were known at all times.
...A plan was forming, but it would take time. He needed a few more seconds to recover before making the attempt...and even -then- it would require perfect timing on Matango's part. Only the ticking moments would know if the attempt would succeed.
A frustrated growl escapes my lips as the Jedi mirrored my movement, backpedaling in order to maintain the distance between us. "Who's the bitch now, Matango?" I snarl, unconcerned with the fact that he probably can't hear me. If the sonic energy had been great enough to physically hurl him backward, it had almost certainly been great enough to burst his eardrums and brutalize his ear canals.
You know, under different circumstances I would've allowed his retreat. I've proven my superiority; the Jedi hangs on by a thread, one that I would've had no reason to cut. My task is accomplished.
But he cut off my kriffing arm.
Without warning I planted my left foot and whipped my arm up in an underhand throw, hurling my lightsaber in a diagonal spin meant to cleave him in two from his right hip to his left shoulder. I wasn't using the force to aid me, but the blade of the weapon itself is weightless, and the hilt is spinning fast enough to transform it into a near-solid disc of plasma.
I can't help but smile. Even if the Jedi can detect the blade with his failing eye sight, it would be a difficult dodge to time correctly even without one's equilibrium completely removed. And I can already feel the dark side trickling back in to fill the void left by the Scream. It isn't much, but it's enough to widen my expression into a manic grin.
Weaponless, I resume my stride. If he somehow manages to survive my attack there's only a few feet separating my quarry from the grass surrounding the clearing, and I'm ready to finish this now.
This guy had no quit in him. Adi had figured that cutting off his forearm would at least slow Ishmael down. Apparently, it would take more than that....
Glad he had pulled his lightsaber, Adi thumbed the activator, and the orange blade screamed from the hilt. Ishmael had thrown his saber from the ten feet separating them. The red weapon tumbled in, end over end. Matango attempted to catch it with a sweeping arc across his body, but only managed to partially stop the spinning plasma disc of death, altering its trajectory somewhat. His block had only managed to stop the spin, sending it off in a new direction. His defense was far less than perfect with the compromised vision, not to mention the reduced mobility and stability. Sure, it hadn't cut him in two...but it had still caught Adi on the top of his left shoulder as it flew past. Now, there was a fresh, crackling, seared strip where the red blade of Ishmael's saber had clipped him on the way past.
The weapon hit the ground about five feet behind Adi, but he had no idea. He yet again put his weapon in its place on his right hip, using the tactical retreat to try to stay out of attack range for now. He took three steps backward, catching the red glow of an active lightsaber to his right. He reached down quickly, judging where the hilt was by the direction of the blade's glow. Still in motion, he picked it up, and turned it off. Tossing it deeper into the grass, he still didn't stop moving away. The pain had started to set in from the burn on his left shoulder now, and he gritted his teeth as he backed up. His hands felt the grasses getting taller as he retreated, his fingers skimming them lightly. Pain began to fuel his movements, and the adrenaline started to filter into his muscles. He began to crouch down a bit into the grass, not necessarily using it as cover, though....It was more to give him a more stable base for his shaky state. He could feel the sharp edges scraping his hands as he retreated back, feeling the rough, scale like feel of the tall, thick stalks. They felt almost like sandpaper...rough, and gritty, yet sharp. It helped him center himself. Without his hearing, and nearly no vision to speak of, touch had become a very important sense. It would be key in what Adieumus had planned.
With Ishmael disarmed completely now, there was only one more chance to stop the darksider from killing anyone else. Otherwise, Adi himself would fall victim to the viciousness of this cold-hearted individual.
As Adieumus' orange blade snapped to life and haphazardly swept into the path of my lightsaber, I reflected that the Jedi had become very much like a roach- no, not that kind- that refused to die. No matter how hard you tried to squash it, when you picked your boot up it would resume its scurrying. Pain, frustration, and a mounting rage set my teeth on edge- this had long ceased to be a duel. It was now an extermination, a chore that I wanted nothing more than to wash my hands of.
Negative emotion rose in me like acidic bile, and I used it to gather the last shreds of the dark side still available to me. The moment my lightsaber flew past the Jedi I seized it with Telekinesis, and, straining my force reserves to the absolute limit, brought the blade shrieking back to me- spinning horizontally and set to decapitate Adeiumus from behind as it came whirling back into my waiting grasp.
A roach can live for nine days without its head, Matango, but you can't.
Even as the saber bit into his shoulder, Adi heard something in his deaf ears....but it wasn't necessarily a sound from the outside. It was the force, practically -screaming- to Adieumus....a thousand voices were yelling 'DROP, YOU FOOL!!'. The Arkanian was not one to ignore something so blatant, and listened.
He dropped to his knees, rapidly. However, it ended up sending him further down than his knees, due to his balance being off. He fell on his well-toned posterior as the weapon sailed through the space where his neck had just been. That would have been terribly bad for Thursday bowling nights had his head been separated from his shoulders....being decapitated would truly have hurt his average score.
At this point, though, Matango needed to stay away from Ishy....at least for now. He got clumsily back up to his feet, stumbling backward into the grass. He could feel the energy flowing through the green sea of foliage, stretching far further than even an uninjured eye could see.
He needed to stay in the long grass, so long as he got there before Ishmael attacked again.
First of all, before I even get into my judging decision of this fight - Fantastic writing gentlemen!
Ishmael Great job of really showing the toll over usage of the Force can have of the user. Also showing the mental struggle and reason for Ishmael being there and his motive to continue added to the great story you were both able to forge. Also I love the fact you were not afraid to have your character actually take damage when it was feasible that you would be able to dodge an attempt against you.
Adieumus Very original in some of you martial arts and Force usage. You also weren't afraid to take damage when the scenario suggested the most likely outcome was for you to take said damage. Great job working with Ishmael and making the story behind the actual fight as captivating as it could be.
::WINNER:: Ishmael! This was a tough decision to come upon as both duelist held the advantage at multiple times. Both had heavy damage tolls inflicted on them and were similarly suffering from fatigue due to Force usage, as well as the physical cost from the duration of the duel and the melee combat taking place there. Because of Adieumus' lack of eye sight, as well as equilibrium where Ishmael lacked neither - save energy - along with him pressing the attack to Adieumus' retreat at the end drove my decision to select Ishmael as this duel's victor.