Tournament Match: Darman vs. Trillan

[Darman]

Darman sat in a tree, relaxed for now as he waited. Darman looked down at his surroundings and saw a few swaps to the sides, with a few huge trees coming up out of the ground. Fog was resting on the ground below him, and he knew that the fog could be a major factor in this match.

Darman closed his, trying to think of who he was going to fight. He heard it could be some kind of a jedi, and if this was true his match may be much more difficult. Darman pulled out his blade and pistol, thinking that he heard something walking towards him.

[Nayl Marquise]

*Trillan straightened his robes as he prepared himself for the ocnfrontation. He wasnt fond of tournament fights now that he had experienced a few of them. They were highly overarated. and filled with firghters that possesed not skill, but only the need to prove there worth to the galaxy. Although tehy enter knowing that there acomplishments will only be recognised by themselves.

The lightsaber hilt rested upon his belt at his right side, though that is where it remained, gloved hands arose to crack a set of ten tense knuclkes. The deepest abysss of himself was already prepared for the engagement. As was his mind, such fights had become routine for him over the years and for a Jedi that was something that he wasnt too proud of, but as a person. He saw it as nothing but an accomplishment*

[Darman]

Seeing the jedi approach Darman, he took out his blaster and aimed it at the man's head. He would not shoot until needed. "What do you want the terms to be jedi?" Darman said not moving from his postion on the tree branch.

[Nayl Marquise]

"The terms are for you to decide. My descision lies with your own."

*Trillan spoke out, not bothering to turn towards his challanger he remained in his current position centering himself for what was to come.*

[Darman]

"Do not use the force jedi, and the fight will be fair." Darman said looking down at his opponent, noting that he seemed not to care for Darman. He would soon learn that Darman was not to be underestimated. "Anything else?"

[Nayl Marquise]

"Coward...lets do this."

*The oceaning sapphire color of Trillans lightsaber sprung to life and illuminated Dagobah with a color that it had never before been witness to. HE closed off his connection to the force as agreed, no matter. He wouldnt need it anyway. He spun his blade and fell into his stance. As he awaited the attack*

[Darman]

"Nothing for me? No jetpacks? No Dets? No changes? Whatever suits you." Darman said rolling off the branch, then a few seconds later landed smoothly on the ground. He pointed both arms at the jedi, ready to attack with everything from the start.

In the blink of an eye, Darman's flame thrower was activated, spraying fire towards the jedi. Darman then shot three electro launchers towards the jedi's chest and legs. The voltage was not enough to kill, but enough to end the match.

[Nayl Marquise]

*Trillan had latched onto a vine before the attack left the barrel. He knew that from Darman's questioning of his choice of terms for there battle that he would quickly try to use all that he had tof inish him of quickly, which is what he prevented from happeing. Giving into his momentum and flinging his body upwards into the tre tops he de-activated his lightsaber and began leaping from tree to tree, his jumps were short, nothing unhumane due to his lack of force power though he didnt depend on the mighty forces of hte universe to fuel him, dependance on such things was for the weak combatant. He was a lord of the sword, and now stealth was his game and he played it well*

[Darman]

Darman's infrared was on as soon as the jedi was out of sight. After a moment, Darman could see he was high in the trees, and Darman thought that the jedi may want to follow him, but that would not happen. Darman layed a small package at the tree's trunk, then walked to the surrounding trees and did the same thing. Darman then walked away from the trees as though nothing was happening, but a few seconds later a massive explosion could be seen.

The small packages were actually det packs, things that had large explosions by themselves, but together they were unmatched. The tree the jedi was on shattered, as did the surrounding trees. There would be nowhere to jump, and landind from that height could kill the jedi.

As for Darman, he was pushed forward from the explosion, though not much else. His armor was made to withstand such explosions, and he didn't mind that it got muddy from the swamp. He looked back at the large clearing that was once trees, and smiled at his work. He knew the jedi couldn't have done much to get away from that.

[Nayl Marquise]

*Trillan laughed as the tree exploded beneath him. This Darman fellow was being all to forgiving in his manner of attacks. The swamps of Dagobah's endless weaves of vines provided him with an exit.
He grasped the vine and slid down it, though it too was caught by the explosion Trillan however was already at an altitude that he could safley land from without injury. He landed and ignited his weapons. He was on the approach within seconds saber weaving in an arc of double bladed hell ready to lashing out at the opponents chest*

[Darman]

Darman flipped backwards as the lightsaber sailed infront of him. He activated his jet pack and flew upwards until he was thirty feet above the ground. Darman didn't understand why the jedi didn't just say not to use his jet pack, or dets, or blaster...it would have been much easier for him, but it's too late now.

Darman threw three flash gernades in the jedi's direction, then took out his DC17 blaster rifle and blaster pistol and pointed them in the jedi's direction.

[Nayl Marquise]

*The Jedi dove into the pitch black swamps of Dagobah, HIs location beneath the water unknown to Darman. His lightsaber even being drowned out by the darkness of the swamps murky water. He swam towards his opponent. and sprung from the water, his saber slicing downwards at the mans Jetpack hoping to disable it*

[Darman]

The jedi was invisible to the naked eye, yes, but not to infrared. The red image became smugged and distorted as he swam lower, but it was still possible to see the jedi was underneath Darman. As the jedi came out of the water, Darman activated his power shields and boosted backwards. He saw the jedi fly infront of him, back and side expossed for the slightest of a second, but it was all Darman needed. Darman blasted with both guns with terrific aim at the jedi. The reason why Darman activated his shields was if any bolts were deflected back at him.

[Nayl Marquise]

*Trillans saber repsonded in a hellstorm of parries. send the bolts back nearly threee times as fast as they were dished out. Trillan knew that this battle wouldnt be much of a challange, Darman had proved to be able to use his equipment well, though Blasters overheat, and Sheild energy slowly fades. as would Darmans intellect and mental ability to use them, stims aside. He could slowly wear down his opponent. though it would take time. *

[Darman]

Seeing the blur of the blaster bolts, made Darman make a massive boost. Six blasts hit the bottom of his shields as he sped upwards towards the tops of the still standing trees. Darman flew towards a tree and landed on a branch about fourty feet high. He looked down at the jedi, then put away his blaster. It was time to have some fun...and what better way than shooting at a helpless opponent?

Darman took out a small but powerful scope and spun it in his hand. He then attached it to the top of the rifle, then looked through it at the jedi. Darman aimed at the jedi's head and shot seven blasts at him.

[Nayl Marquise]

*The Lord of the sword returned each shot back at the warriors body with an unedfinable force. Darman wasnt going to get anywhere with blaster shots. Trillan's prescision with a blade was unmatched within the Order. He leapt for the lowest of the tree branches grabeed hold and began climbing higher until he finally reached the one below his opponent. A single slice of his blades seperated the branch from the tree and the return slice would hopefully remove Darman of his pack as well.*

[Darman]

Darman lept off of the branch at an angle so he was still facing the jedi, but moving away from him. The lightsaber blade's came within inches off hitting his jet pack, but inches wouldn't be enough. Darman threw a detonator at the jedi, but as soon as it neared him, Darman shot it with his blaster causing a massive explosion.

Darman was pushed as he was still in the air falling. When he came to the ground, he activated his jet pack to land so he wouldn't break any bones in his legs. Darman then looked back to where the jedi was.

[Nayl Marquise]

*He was englufed in flames and shrouded himself in his cloak of armor weave. THe flames heated him up but did little damage to the Jedi. He stood strong upon his perch, blade in hand. knowing that the opponent only had so much ammunition*

[Darman]

Darman put away his blaster and pulled out his own blade. It had a small amount of cortosis weave throughout it, so it should last for this battle. Darman really only needed one good moment to finish this, and he felt it was coming soon. Darman looked up at the jedi and waited for him to make a move.

[Nayl Marquise]

*Trillan leapt at him and lauched his saber in a vaulting motion towards his opponent. Spearing throught eh air at an unfathomable speed towards Darmans Neck, one of the most least protected areas of his armor, only mere padding protected the space that he targeted*

[Darman]

As Darman saw the blade leave the jedi's hand, Darman activated his speed and dexterity enhancer and flipped backwards. When he landed he saw the blade sticking cleanly out of the ground where he was seconds before. But now an opportunity had appeared to Darman and he would be sure to take it. Darman rushed forward and grabbed the jedi's blade, and held it infront of him. Darman then deactivated it and stuck it in the back of his belt.

Darman then turned to see the jedi, and smiled. "Well, that was a mistake on your part." Darman said simply as he spun his own blade in his hand. He wanted to see what the jedi would do.

[Nayl Marquise]

"Fool"

*Trillan simply reached down to his belt and took into his hands the newest of his weapons, he had crafted it before leaving for Korriban and it had plent of tricks up its sleeve including an elemental energy dispersion device. a rather nasty suprise for an unexpecting commando such as Darman. He activated it and the blue blade sprung from its hilt. then he leapt for his opponent with a devestationg strike for the left shoudler*

[Darman]

Darman side-stepped the attack swiftly, then stabbed down with his blade at the jedi's neck. The jedi just finished his attack, so it would be near impossible to dodge or defend, and if it hit, the match could easly be over.

[Nayl Marquise]

*Trillan rolled foward aided by the momentum from his previous attack. the attack from Darman slamming into the ground where he once stood. His blade, unfortunate that it wasnt made of light would do him a horribly by sticking into the ground as it had. Trillan pivoted low in his stance and swept for his opponents knees*

[Darman]

Darman jumped straight up as the blade saied under him. Still in the air, Darman threw two flash detonators, then seconds later, three mini thermal detonators. The blinding light poured out of the two spheres, then a loud and powerful explosion occured. Darman was sent backwards, even with armor and shields. It was hard to imagine what would happen to the jedi.

[Nayl Marquise]

*As Darman lept up, as did Trillan, knowing now his attack strategy farley well, if he moved or went to leap it would be followed by an explosion of some sort that he would conviently escape from. KNowing this Trillan grasped the foot of the Commando as he leapt away from his own attack taking Trillan along with him, who began hacking away at the mans feet*

[Darman]

Darman flipped over the man's wild swings at his feet, then landed and brought out his two blasters switfly. Darman ran to the jedi quickly, the speed enhancer quickening every step, until he was a few feet away. Suddenly, Darman lept towards the jedi and as he approached him in the air, Darman aimed the blasters at the jedi's face. His fingers rested on the trigger, but did not fire. Instead, Darman flew over the jedi, but kicked at the back of his head in the air. Darman then rolled and landed then shot five well placed shots at the jedi's vital areas.

Darman then quickly put the guns away and drew his own blade. He then squated and flipped the blade in his hand so he held the blade reversed it would normally be. Darman's form combined a perfect blade defense with a deadly strike that has ended many of the duels he has fought in.

[Nayl Marquise]

*The currents that flowed within his body naturally called out to him, they reached into the depths of his very soul and urged him to act upon his impulses. This subconscious force within him, had always been there, though it was not the force, it was not somethign that everyone possessed to the extent that he had. It was natural insticnt, and he embraced them.

He rolled foward avoiding the kick to the head and pivited low in his stance and brought his blade to face the minimal threat the blaster bolts posed to him, each deadly arc of the blade caused each shot delivered to return to its sender at a blinding speed. The sapphire blue blade of the Jedi Council Member spun within his grasp as pulsated with the aura of the Jedi who held the ancinte weapon within his black gloved hands.

He darted towards his opponent determined now to keep him on his toes. It was his turn to pull the pranks, though he knew that he couldnt auctually do so until he had run out of dets. That Jetpack would be the first thing to go if not the mans entire ability to fight. He leapt over the head of the commando and sliced downard in a mighty arc that could shatter the skull of a Kyrat Dragon by the force of his fists alone. Now however added with the blade it was a force that was nearly unstoppable. The blade outstetched past the front of his body and was continually forced downward any upward or foward movement would be devestating.

His body was kept in a position in which he could easily maneuver his body to strike down his opponent or atleast his pack. no matter which direction he moved. Such abilities came naturally to the Lord of the Sword though without the force in situations. He was at a disadvantage, no matter though. such thngs were simply another test in which he would be forced to endure, another chance to prove himself that he was truley worthy of the skills he possessed*

[Darman]

Darman rolled forwards then sprung up and kicked backwards towards the jedi's face. If the boot connected, it may shatter the man's jaw. Darman then turned to face the jedi, and got into his stance once more. Darman only needed one oppurtunity, then the match would be over. There is no way to dodge or block Darman's final attack. All there was to do is hope that Darman would be generous to give you some kolto.

[Nayl Marquise]

*Trillan caught the kick in his free left hand and returned the attack. His kick slammed into the back of hte mans armor. He knew that it wouldnt do much but he had acheived his primary goal, his lightsaber fell from teh mans belt and his blad weilding hand jutted foward towards the mans rib cage as he pulled his opponents foot inwards, closer to his body*

OOC: Our body positions:

You kicked back, towards my face. i caught your kick in my left hand, thus gaining control of your body movement for the time being. I kicked my saber free from your belt then, with the hand that was hold your foot pulled you closer to me and forced my blade in a stabbing motion for your ribs.

[Darman]

OOC: :19: ...

Darman did all that he could do in this instant. Drop. Darman lifted his leg on the ground up, then he fell straight to the muddy ground. He kicked sharply with his foot that the jedi was holding, and broke free. Darman rolled backwards then sprung up blade ready.

Darman instantly got into the K'tara form, a form great for lightning fast defense and offense. Darman allined himself with the jedi, then waited patiently.

[Nayl Marquise]

*Trillan recognised that the mans form was one that he had not seen before. One probobly attuned directly to the mans strenghts and weaknesses. Though he was trained to fight against such forms. Not specifically against them, but to be able to recognise and react accordingly to them. The Lord of the Sword fell into Riekon a form of his own design that had proved rather usefull in many occasions.

Riekon, meaning soul is a form that feeds upon the emotion of hte wielder, useing there feeligns and emotions to affect in what way the blade will move and how powerfully so, A calm weilders blade will flow like the waves from the sea, a rageing killing maching would explode from there stance like a volcano, one that maintained a perfectly neutrality would consist of a keen blend of the two, either way, Riekon was suited for nearly any situaition, as long as Trillan was both mentally and emotionally. For a Jedi, it is hard to have a bad day in such areas.

He dropped low in his stance and remained close to the ground offering the most room to maneuver. His blade flowed upwards, its arc deadly yet gracefull in its motion raiining down upon his opponent like a hellstorm of sapphire energy stemming from the palm of the Jedi's hand. consuming his opponent like a tidal wave seemilngy striking from every direction*

[Darman]

Darman blocked the blade with his own, sending sparks flying in all directions. Darman kept his ground, then quickly attacked to the jedi's right shoulder, then an attack to his left shin. The attacks were near impossible to pick up alone, but with the speed and dexterity enhancer, it probably was impossible.

[Nayl Marquise]

*Trillans blade moved to intercept the attack and angled in such a manner that caused his opponents blade to glance off of his own and extend far more so than Darman desired. His ribs now were exposed due to his over extended weapon and Trillan moved in a feint with his blade and turned his back to his opponent to deliver a round kick direcly to the ribes under his opponetns extended arm. as he finished his rotation to face him again his blade swept upwards ready to intercet the arm should it decide to come back down and parry his attack*

[Darman]

The arm without the blade caught the jedi's fott slightly, then let go. Darman only needed to make sure that the foot didn't hit him. Darman then blocked the blade coming upwards at him with the blade in his own hand.

Darman brought both hands down and looked at the jedi. Darman could imagine the blood pouring from the jedi's chest, something that made a small smile creep upon his lips. Darman wasn't any 'nobody' with the blade, and this jedi would soon find out.

Darman again flipped the blade in his hand so it would be reversed, then took his own form. Darman only needed one chance, then the match would be over.

[Nayl Marquise]

*Trillan fell back into his own form yet again. and waited, it was Darmans turn to strike first. Though moving up wouldnt help, that Pack wasnt taking him anywhere*

[Darman]

Darman stayed steady looking at the jedi, until he broke the long silence. "Come on, I don't have all day." Darman said crouching slightly, ready to defend.

[Nayl Marquise]

"Then perhaps you should auctually try to finish me and be on your way then hm?"

[Darman]

"Right then." Darman said simply. He really did not want to attack, only defend...but if the jedi insisted.

Darman quickly lashed out stabbing to the jedi's head in a blur. One attack was all he needed, then went back to his form, ready.

[Nayl Marquise]

*The Jedi's head tilted to the side and his lips curled into a clever smile as the blade shot by him just missing his ear then returnign to its ready position*

"Anything else?"

[Darman]

"Nope. You're just too good." Darman said simply still holding his stance and postion.

[Nayl Marquise]

"I get that alot"

*Trillan also remained low in his stance, never budging an inch*

[Darman]

"I'm sure you do." Darman said also not moving at all. Darman then looked at the postion of his left hand in relation with the jedi. What luck Darman thought as he saw his hand and the jedi's leg lined up perfectly.

Without moving an inch, Darman activated his eletro launchers through thought, and three shot out tto the jedi's leg. The voltage could paralaze the jedi's leg for a few hours and send a shock throughout his body. Because the two were so close, the launchers would have a great chance of hitting.

[Nayl Marquise]

*The Jedi spun to the side escaping the blast and lauching himself into a momentum that with shear will alone could shatter the armor of any man or machine. The velocity in which he came was unfathomable even to himself as the sapphire blade of energy came down hard towards the left shoulder of his opponent. The blood within his veins pumping through him at such a rate it was as if things went in slow motion for him. He needed not fancy equipment to see his opponent. nor track his movements. His eye was trained for such things.

The blade smashed down hard upon the mans armor cracking his left shoulder plate, though doing no further damage than that. He finished the attack rotation behind his opponent and took an asessment of his strike, it would take atleast a good two solid blows to penetrat his armor, though he could manage the task.*

"Your slowing down. Must be all of that armor"

[Nayl Marquise]

PM

[Darman]

"Right." Darman said turning to face the jedi again. The armor was slightly cracked and burned, but it was fine. Darman stayed in his form, waiting for the perfect moment.

[Nayl Marquise]

*The blade came from overhead smashing downwards at full force towards the top of the opponents helmet. His free hand grasped the double bladed saber he had stolen back from Darman earlier in the match ready to ignite and defenda gainst whatever darman would throw at him*

[Darman]

Darman meet blade's with the jedi's above his helmet. Slowly, Darman brought the blade's down to his right shoulder, both still pressing on each other's might. Darman then noticed the lightsaber in the jedi's other hand. This could be something to worry about.

Darman activated his cable launcher and shot it at the unignited lightsaber. As soon as it attached, Darman gave a powerful pull to try and get the lightsaber out of the jedi's hand. Darman continued to pull, seeing the jedi's attention turn to the lightsaber that was coming out of his hand.

Darman then concentrated on the blades that were still holding. Darman suddenly twisted his wrist, forcing the lightsaber to slide past the blade and past his shoulder. Now Darman had an open shot. With the jedi's momentum pushing towards Darman, the jedi had no where to go. Darman quickly lunged himself at the jedi, stabbing at his chest. With his other hand, Darman pulled backwards forcing the jedi's blade to move away from where Darman was aiming.

Now, the jedi had a few options to live. One, the jedi could call on the force to push himself away from the knife, but that would result in Darman winning anyway. Or two, he could hope Darman would be generous enough to give him some kolto after the match to stop the bleeding.

[Nayl Marquise]

*Trillan flicked on the lightsaber at the last possible moment and the double bladed weapon sprung to live as the tow cable ripped it form his hands. The weapon, now ignited and attached to his opponents tow cable was seering straight for him due to the pressure in which he pulled upon it.

He used his rooted front foot and forced himself away from his opponents blade. His blade now free from the entanglement with his opponents was free to allow such a maneuver. and he dropped to the ground, the blade of his opponent seperating him from the hood of his cloak as it whisked away at the wind after Darmans blade had seperated from the rest of his garments.

He lie face up in the dirt and was already swinging upwards at darmans extended arm, with his lightsaber. His feet kicked at Darmans rear leg causeing him to lose his rear balance and stumble even further foward than intended due to the attack, directly into the path of the Jedi's blade*

OOC: Lemme know if i misread

[Darman]

OOC: CHEAP....but I'l go with it :9:

As the jedi's lightsaber flew past his arm, he pulled on the cable knowing he could use the lightsaber to his advantage. Concentrated on pulling this manuver, Darman didn't realize the jedi was kicking at him. He fell towards the blade sticking up at him, but then the pulled lightsaber crashed into the jedi's second blade. The lightsaber was pulled by Darman at such a force that it came back quickly enough to save the duel for him.

The two blades clashed quickly, but the lightsaber was on the cable, so it kept moving forward. As it moved, Darman dived to the side quickly to get away from the jedi for a moment. Darman then pushed a small button on his wrist, and the cable came quickly back at him. Darman caught the lightsaber, and took of the small hook that was connected to it. Darman deactivated the lightsaber again, and put it on the back of his belt.

"You should really try and hold onto that more carefully next time." Darman said flipping his own blade in his hand, then took the same stance as before.

[Nayl Marquise]

OOC: Bull. Reacted then countered my friend.

*The blade twirled wihtin the hands of the Jedi Council Member. The match was going smoothly for him, though thigns were beginning to heat up a bit. Blood rushed through his veins and added to the bulk of his arm mass thus making the Jedi appear to be somewhat of a human tank, though he was nothing of the sort. Strong yes. skilled yes, but he was no giant.

The depths of his preception focused on the very thing that Darman depended on. He had taken Trillan's greatest asset, now the Jedi would take his. His objectinve was a simple one, though as all objectives of the sort were. easier said than done.

Dark hair filtered his vision allowing him to see only what he needed, distraction was non existant. The Lord of the Sword yet again twirled his weapon though as it came round it deactivated, sapphire shrinking bak into a metallic alloy and clipped to his belt. He would try his luck at hand to hand combat, no sense in tireing himself out with meaningless strikes and parries.

He still held yet another trick up his sleeve, though he was certain that it wouldnt be taken advantage of, despite the disatvantages of the match up, until he decided that presisting to continue this duel, was no longer an option.

He shifted into his fighting stance, remaining light on his feet. He constantly moved, the balls of his feet touching the ground only for a mere second before leaving again as he continued his movements, such tactics were quite usefull in building and reserving momentum. as well as being a moving target which opponents found incredibly more difficult to strike than those that are stationary.

His opponent, he noticed, still held his blade within his hand. Though he payed it no matter. He could defend agaisnt it. He lunged foward pushing with his rear foot, his weight transferring to his rear leg as his first one snapped upwards then extended out to deliver a sharp round kick, as he called it. towards his opponents non blade weilding side. it was time to look at this battle strategically.*

[Darman]

The jedi was an idiot and that was all there was to it. Darman simply swung his blade around his chest to meet the foot. With his speed and dexterity enhanced, it was even easier to do this. The blade slammed into it, stopping the jedi's attack in its tracks, cutting into the foot. Darman smiled as the then sharply brought the blade up so it cut further into the jedi's leg. Darman then pulled his blade out slowly from the jedi's leg, then stepped back a few feet.

"That was a bad decision, I'd have to say." Darman said simply, crouching by the edge of the swamp. He stuck his blade in the water and moved it around to get the blood off of it. Darman then rose after a few seconds looking at the jedi and his new leg.

OOC: PM if no like

[Nayl Marquise]

*Trillan showed no signs of pain as he brought his leg back down to the ground. His armored boots protecteing him from most of the blow, though it was one he definatley felt. HOw it would hinder his ability, he didnt try to forsee. He moved in for another strike, fighting through the pain and so far doing quite well. He leapt upwards after building up his bodily momentum. and slammed his right knee directly into the visor of the Commando. His naturally conditioned and armored were trained to smash through a great variety of things. The glass that made up the viewing area of his helmet shattered and was forced inwards towards Darmans face. The two fell backwards. Trillans knee remaind at its target point until the commandos head struck the ground and was forced down upon violently by the Jedis knee on top of it. Momentum seperated them and the two both rolled upwards within there stances to face the other. This match was getting uglier by the second*

[Darman]

OOC: *Grumble*...that was uncalled for...and I could have dodged that easily...

The glasst shattered towards Darman face, but luckly he blinked in that moment. His face was cut in a few places, but unharmed besides that. He rose slowly, then looked to the jedi. A small 'hiss' could be heard as his helemt came off Darman's head. Darman threw it behind him then looked at the jedi angrily. A flicker of anger and hatred flashed through Darman's eyes. If any normal opponent saw that, they would know to run.

Darman put his blade away, then stood straight up. Darman would now not be afraid to kill this jedi, as before he didn't want to. Darman began to circle the jedi slowly, anger pulsing throughout the mandalorian. He stopped near the edge of a small swamp, and waited for the jedi's move.

[Nayl Marquise]

OOC: Threads full of it mate. I did no damage to you. i left it completly up to you to decide. you could have taken none. it was your choice.

*The Jedi matched his steps each placement of hte foot surgically prescice to keep the diestance between teht wo warriors at an undeniable constant. The flow of energies between the two beings eminating from there mere auras alone was breathtaking. Trillans breathing helped control the feeling of pain within his leg. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Such exercises helped him maintain peace of mind. and keep his soul at a calm. focused only upon hte tasks at hand placing teh troubles of the universe behind him. and thus placing him upon the virtuous path of the warrior that he had become.

The swamps of Dagobah were utterly silent as the two combatants faced off. Darman still had his greatest equipment intact, as did Trillan with his energy expulsion blade. Though he was begginning to question weather or not the time for such a weapon was upon them.

He grasped the cut vines that were one the ground and wrapped the ends of them around his hands. A temporary weapon though an effective one to say the least. He slung them foward as though they were whips they rushed foward one aiming to wrap around the opponent while the other struck*

[Darman]

Anger and adrenaline pulsed through Darman, which was usually not a good combination. Darman lashed out, grabbing the two vines that rushed at him. He looked at the jedi, hate coarsing through him. If anyone harmed his father's armor, they would die, and the jedi was no acception.

Darman gave a powerful pull ont the vines, making the jedi move towards him slightly. He then launched himself at the jedi with a blinding speed. Near the jedi, Darman elbowed at the jedi's stomach. If the attack landed, the jedi wouldn't be able to gain his breath for a long time.

[Nayl Marquise]

*His hands conformed to the shame of the elbow as he caught it within his hands. The force of it nearly stopping his motion in mid air though his journey forth presisted. From the depths of his strenght he lashed out in rebutle to the previous attack with a knee that was aimed directly under Darmans extended elbow..the ribcage*

[Darman]

Darman's other hand flew down to intercept the jedi's next attack. Darman grabbed the jedi's leg before it hit his side, then began to squeeze forcefully. Holding the jedi's leg, Darman concentrated on his elbow. He brought it forcefully down, along with the jedi's hands, then made his elbow face his chest. His fist now faced the jedi's head, and the jedi had no defence.

Darman punched quickly and powerfully to the jedi's jaw. If the punch connected, it could easily shatter the jedi's jaw. Darman then squeezed even more forcefully then before on the jedi's leg that was still in his grasp.

[Nayl Marquise]

*Trillan tilted his head to the side and allowed the punch to fly directly pass his ear close enough to feel the wind that expelled from the movements though not close enough to auctually contact him. His hands, now free reached up to grab the wrist of the Commando and apply pressure to his pressure point as he pulled it downwards with an unholy might*

OOC: Basically your elbow bends backwards upon my shoulder if ya know.

[Darman]

Feeling pain shoot through him, Darman activated his jet pack and shot upwards. Darman still held onto the jedi's leg, pressing between knee and the back of the leg with as much power as possible. Darman was trying to possibly dislocate it or maybe something even worse.

Darman continued flying upwards, the jedi dangling underneath him for a few moments until he dropped him. From this height, the jedi could break any bones he landed on. Darman floated in the air, watching him fall, then pulled out his blaster and shot three shots at the jedi's head.

[Nayl Marquise]

*The energy discharge blade ignited within his hands to return the blaster bolts back towards his opponent. He grabbed hold of a branch as he went down, his mechanical arm grasping it firmly and leaving a deep cracked impression with the branch due to the strength he possessed within it. From there he let himself drop safley to the ground, the glow of his weapon. outfitted with the all powerfull Hurrikane crystal and energy discharge capicators he had personally installed, designed to make every attack weather sucessfull or not burn to the core. Simply by making any type of contact with teh weapon it would discharge from it a massive burst of energy directly into whatever it touched thus transferring the energy through the weapon, armor, skin or whatever else it may contact directly into the body of his opponent*

[Darman]

Darman landed on a tree branch close by, then took a moment to think. After thinking back to his previous duels, only one thing came to mind. There was a need for more explosions. Darman took out a few mini detonators and tossed them up and down his hand, coming up with a plan.

After a few more seconds, Darman looked down at the jedi and threw the detonators. He then shot the before they reached, so the jedi wouldn't have as much of an easy escape if they just went off normally.

[Nayl Marquise]

*Trillan saw the detenators and leapt for shelter. He kenw that they would explode prematurley, That was his last strategy with those damned explosives. Though this time. sheilded by the think underbrush of the swamp and the large tree trunk that seperated him from the blast he came out of it unscathed. He slowly, quitely scaled the opposite end of the tree. Darman couldnt detect him now. All he had were his eyes. His mechanical hand dug easily into the sides of the tree as he scaled it to its peak.

His sights were set. He leapt, from the peak of tree and like a ghost he descended upon his prey silently, horrifically...He was a cloud of devesatation closing in, ready to consume all that was in his path and leave its remains only in the form of rubble in his wake. The Critical point came and Trillan's blade ignited with a menacing snapp hiss as he stabbed it towards the chest of his opponent as he latched onto Darman with his free hand. The fall would be a turbulant one for the both of them*

[Darman]

Darman heard a slight 'hum', then turned to see the jedi almost ontop of him. Darman twisted his body slightly so the jedi's blade glanced of his armor. Darman lost his balance and fell of off the branch at which he was standing on a moment before.

Darman pulled out his blade, still free falling, then took a quick stab at the jedi's chest. He then activated his jet pack, and pulled out from underneath the jedi. He floated for a second then landed a few feet from where the jedi landed, ready to defend.

[Nayl Marquise]

*As he smashed his blade into his opponents to defend it discharged a painfull accumulation of energy directly through Darman's weapon into his body. Hence was the strenght of the discharge balde. He twirled it within his stance and crouched low ready to attack. He leapt for his opponent jabbing straight outwards towards his chest. *

[Darman]

Darman dodged the attack by side-stepping to the right, then dropped and kicked at his opponent's legs. Darman then pushed back with his foot, and sprung backwards, then landed ready to defend.

[Nayl Marquise]

*He stepped to avoid the kick, Then turned with his blade and focused on his next target. The Waist of his opponent. Slashing horizontally towards Darmans midsection as he rotated to face him. *

[Darman]

Darman jumped over the jedi's blade, now in the air a few inches over him. He brought both feet down towards the jedi's head. If the jedi was still following through with the attack, it would be difficult to aviod the attack.

[Nayl Marquise]

*The attack flowed like water, contiuous in its movements and determined to travel despite its obstacles. His body rotated his back foot stepping back to swing his body out of the way as Darmans feet slammed upon Dagobah's soil*

[Darman]

Darman hit the ground, then nimbly backflipped. Darman faced the jedi, then pulled out his blade and pistol. He held his pistol back, but brought his blade out infront of him, waiting.

[Darman]

I win.