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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Whatever the Sith was doing though, it seemed defensive. There was no power waiting to burst out of him, just a simple and gentle hum that would not be out of place in a Jedi Temple.
"Come forwards, Master Jedi, there is little sense in ending this is such a lukewarm fashion."
There was no anger in the Sith's tone, just calmness and respect. Certainly the oddest Sith Lord Geir would ever meet, but it would also explain the lack of sheer explosive power in some of Vastator's other techniques, but the great reverberation from this, seemingly neutral use of the Force.
"This is your last chance. Surrender and no one has to die today. Surely there has been enough death recently to cover for the next millennia." Geir knew there was no way to trust a Sith - neither their actions nor their words. As odd as this Sith was, he would be no different and Geir would not chance it.
The match had seemingly come to a stand off with neither man pressing the attack. The Sith was likely taking the chance to try and recover, but there would only be so much he would be able to do without a proper rest cycle in between. Geir stood as he was, taking all precautions not to fall trap to whatever this man was scheming. A man, especially a Sith, was the most dangerous at their most desperate.
"Now . . . are we going to stand here all day, or are you going to surrended so no further bloodshed needs to occur?"
The Sith didn't bother to answer, gazing at Geir silently instead. Eventually he raised a hand and made a curling motion with his fingers - a gesture that screamed "come and get me if you can".
Other than that, he simply stood, gently embracing the Force and waiting for George to move - regardless of how sore Vastator was, the Jedi opposite had just taken a blast of Sith Lightning- hardly a trivial blow.
The blast of lightning Geir had taken previously had taken a larger toll on him than his outward appearance gave off. This waiting game was just as much for his own recovery as it had been for the Sith and the Sith had played into it. As each moment passed, Geir regathered more and more of his energy and his muscles began loosening once more. Really, this false front he was portraying seemed to be working better than he had suspected it would.
Geir took in another deep breath and his focused narrowed further on his aggressor.
Inwardly, Geir cursed himself for having used so much of his Force reserves to this point, noting that to use the Force further had the potential to exhaust himself to a point a no return. The application of Force Body to push himself past his limits was even too great a risk at this point.
For another turn, Geir waited for his opponent to press some kind of offense and while he did so, he allowed himself more and more chance of recovery.
Vastator snorted to himself and shook his head, then began to walk forwards. As he approached, he used Force Speed, and jolted forwards in a great rush, his hands speeding forwards, wrapped in Tutaminus, aiming for the lightsabers - save he didn't aim to grab the hilts, but the very blades of the weapons themselves.
And the moment had finally come, but it all happened so much more quickly than the Jedi Master could have anticipated. The Sith's movements as he pressed forward were a blur as they were propelled by the Force with Vastator reaching into reserves of energy no mortal being should have been able to muster. Within a fraction of a second there was something gripping tightly to his two weapons, but not by their hilts. No . . . instead the grip was of the blades themselves, with the Sith's very hands now being turned to a defensive barrier against his greatest tools outside of the Force.
But . . .
Geir had taken noted of certain events that had played out earlier in the bout. Though he could not say with 100% certainty, there was a very strong chance he'd popped the Sith's right shoulder from its joint just moments before, an injury evidenced in the Sith's quick and subtle move to pop the shoulder back into place. Even with the anger that propelled the Sith in battle, that shoulder would be considerably weaker and more tender due to tendons and muscles tissues that stretched and tore when such injuries were incurred.
Geir pressed hard with the blade that Vastator's right hand had grabbed [the left], and pressed to rotate it in a fashion to make his opponent's shoulder as uncomfortable as possible.
At the same time, Geir pressed another advantage. It wasn't one he was all to pleased to have considered, but the opportunity was there and in the two's stuggle against one another with Geir looking to slice his blades into his opponent and Vastator trying to stave off the attack, Vastator should have been left in a very vulnerable position.
Geir's right foot snapped forward as he target the Sith's unmentionables with a front snap kick, his shin being the intended principle point of contact. With the current struggle, and Vastator's weak shoulder, it would be near impossible for the Sith to avoid or block the kick.
This fight had to end soon as both duelists would likely suffer the ill fate of exhaustion if it did not.
Vastator had a plan, a last ditch effort to win. It had been why he was tempted enough to do something so suicidal as to catch a lightsaber. But from the moment those blades had been held in his hand, he had won.
He had thrown everything into his last moves, to the extent that - judging from the pain in his left arm, his chest and the irregular beat of his heart - he was having a minor heart attack. But the purpose of catching a lightsaber in this fashion was not defensive...
From the moment they had touched his hand, pure energy had flowed through him. It boiled along his veins, screamed through his arteries and even made his eyes almost glow. He was filled with power, with strength that wasn't his and wouldn't kill him to use.
Still, the wrenching of his right shoulder was painful, even as it threatened to pop back out of its socket. Hurriedly, he prepared for his final move.
Pyrokinesis was an interesting and seldom used power. A skilled practitioner could light a hundred candles with little effort, but Vastator needed to light only one. It was the most basic trick of Pyrokinesis he used, the simple lighting of a flame.
It required little concentration, and he had the necessary energy overflowing within him. Even as Geir's foot rushed towards his groin, he threw the tiny Force spark that would cause Geir's head to catch fire and burn with a cruel, blue malice...
Oh . . . this Sith never ceased to amaze Geir. His relentlessness and determination were admirable, sure, but he certainly wasn't the brightest. He was outmatched and beat and through sheer desperation had managed to spark a small flame and the try and stoke the fire. However, he would inevitably find that Pyrokinesis was an ability that required a great deal of concentration and preparation. Certainly not something that could be spurned in the heat of a moment.
In fact, the majority of Force abilities beyond core abilities and the occasional lightning or stun variant took some kind of build up, not matter the level of mastery one have over the Force.
The spark caused a faint burning sensation to creep over Geir's skin and he was followed by the odor of singed hair as it lofted into the air. Unpleasant? Certainly, but nothing Geir could not handle for a brief time. Something of a bad sun burn being touched and not in any means gently. However, it was enough to keep his kick from happening.
Sensing that if he were to come out of this alive, now, he would have to act quickly, Geir turned immediately to the offense.
The emerald-green blade held in his right hand vanished from existence in the blink of an eye as Geir thumbed the activation switch, leaving Vastator's left hand to grasp nothing but thin air. Then in a fraction of a second it would reappear once more, as Geir expediently rotated his right arm down and in, centering the weapon at center mass on the Sith. The emerald-green blade hummed back to life and quickly bee-lined to the man's heart, aiming to pierce it and finish the fight once and for all.
It would take nothing short of a miracle at this point for Vastator to evade or otherwise counter the attack.
So rather than try to avoid it, he'd do exactly what Geir Hammand wanted. As his hand clasped nothing, he pushed himself forwards.
If he was going to die, then this Jedi could die with him. Holding and absorbing the energy of a lightsaber was a dangerous, but rewarding in its own way.
He still had plenty of power from the lightsabers in him, especially considering he held the other one.
As Geir rotated his wrist, Vastator brought his hand down upon it, seeking to drive the blade through his belly rather than his chest.
And as his hand collided with Geir's wrist, he unleashed every bit of the stored energy from Geir's lightsabers in the form of Force Lightning.
So this entire thing played right into what Geir had hoped. He'd purposefully chosen to commit to the Trakata maneuver with the lightsaber in his right hand so that his left could continue to apply the pressure to his opponent's right shoulder, no doubt incurring an excruciating amount of pain at this time. And . . . Geir manipulated that fact that to absorb the immense focused energy of a lightsaber through the Force would take an immense toll on the body. Even a master at the early stages of an encounter could only contain so much power before being overwhelmed by it. To hold on to an ability such as that, for this extended time and at this juncture of the fight was a fool's errand. Desperation would only be able to carry a man suffer far and by now, that point was, no doubt, being exceeded.
Pressing hard into the man's right hand with his lightsaber, Geir knew his task was finished. No one would be able to hold off a blade for that long without complete concentration on the feat and that was something Geir had not afforded this Sith if he was to even attempt to save himself from the movements of the weapon of his right hand.
However, maybe the fight had taken a more significant toll against Geir than he had anticipated. Had his moves become overly sluggish or weak? Was his body truly becoming that drained right now? Perhaps the burst of lightning he'd taken earlier had proven to be a greater issue than he'd evaluated earlier. There was still a tingling sensation that affected his muscles after all and it had been he will to survive and adrenaline that had pushed him through since.
Geir saw just out of the corner of his eye the movement of Vastator's left hand coming to intercept his strike with his green lightsaber. There was too little time to adjust and evade the grab attempt, but he would have thought the same would be for Vastator and that any effort to do so would brake off his Tutaminus, but evidently he was wrong. It shouldn't have been the case, but it apparently was.
The green blade shot forth and was well on target by the time Vastator's left hand had reached his wrist to try and thwart the attempt. There was enough time for the blade to puncture, if only ever so slightly, the chest of the Sith before being sliced downward to reach its full length at Vastator's Abdominal region.
However, as everything in these last moments happened so quickly, Geir had little to no time to have prepared himself for the jolt that surged through his body and the Sith released every bit of the pent up energy he held into an abrupt eruption of Force Lightning. Geir flew backwards through the air, landing some six feet or so back on his back, the force of the blow causing his body to tumble about after the initial impact with the ground. Smoke rose from his tunic and both lightsabers lay at the location where he initially impacted the ground. He was alive, but only just as he slipped in and out of consciousness.
First off, thank you both for utilizing the TSC Galactic Battle Arena! We're glad to host your contests and help to facilitate your growth as duelists! It has been an art long in the process of refinement, longer even than I can remember. In the earliest days of many of our experience, it was nothing like it is now, a lack of rules and a bunch of impetuous young writers hacking away at each other's characters in ways that sometimes boggled the mind. It has come such a very long way from then, and you all are now a part of a very proud and very fun tradition.
That said, let's get down to business! From reading the fight, it's clear both of you have at least some basic grasp on the etiquette of interaction, which includes PMing and working with your opponent when sometimes things don't exactly gel. It can be hard to push back what you think is right in favor of finding a middle ground, especially when the object of the game is to win.
The problem is, sometimes it becomes obvious very quickly who the winner will be, and sometimes, it drags on for a very long time. In this instance, it was less of an "I know who the victor is," and more of an "I know who isn't going to win," and I hate to say it that way, especially because this is something of a maiden voyage for you, Vasator.
By doing this now, and giving you a point of reference, I hope to help you better understand how the combat system works, and that in turn will help you become a better duelist, capable of rolling with the very best and coming out on top. Consider this to be constructive criticism and not a commentary on your flaws or foul ups, and you will benefit from it greatly.
The first, most glaring issue is overuse of the Force. Not only do you consistently use it, you manage to utilize multiple powers at once with little to no concentration and they were largely unrealated- that is, Force Speed and Tutaminis, for example. These powers are vastly different in their effect, and thus draw the mind in totally different directions. It is not impossible to achieve, but you would be incredibly hard pressed to maintain it.
You do a fairly good job of showing fatigue, markedly. Capitalize on that and do it more often- it can help you to minimize and sometimes even mitigate the need for calls like this one. There is a happy medium between force usage and fatigue, you just have to find it.
Also, do not be afraid to be more creative than simply responding to an opponent using the Force by doing the same in kind. Look for ways to put them in an awkward position, or to use what they are doing against them. Nine times out of ten, you will catch someone with their pants down by outthinking them.
Also, don't let your interpretation of how damaging attacks should be bleed into your writing. If an opponent takes less damage than they should, a judge will take notice and mention it in the judgment. Calling hits, damage, etc falls to the opponent, always.
In the end, the fight went a little dry, with both sides dissatisfied with the overall tone. I hope that we can change that moving forward!
Geir, don't feel the need to always use the Force, either, and certainly don't respond in kind to overuse. That won't help your case when judgment time rolls around.
In all, Geir Hammand is the winner of this duel. Congratulations!