Briikase gote'tuur!

[T.J]

Mandalore. Somewhere in the Southwest district of Keldabe.



The clash of battle. A rhythmic chant of steel and flesh clashing. The sound of men and woman showing their mettle in the most primal of ways. It was a rhythm close to Delmon's own heart, held closely with a burning passion to ever better himself in the field of combat. In some ways it was frustrating. Forever unattainable, there was always a better, always someone more skilled to best. It was that very fact that drove him ever forward, and was what brought him to the Mandalorian capitol.

Stepping into the dust filled arena, his helmeted gaze drifted across those spectating. He was met with a sea of helmets much like his own. Each individual yet strikingly similar in their own way. The arena itself was medium sized, rounded with high walls and only two exits. The floor was made of packed dirt, giving the feel of being in a more rural environment. Bringing his attention to the other end of the arena he eagerly awaited his opponent who undoubtedly wore armor that was quite similar. The duel was to be melee only, using ranged weapons in such a small rounded area was hardly sporting after all.

His sword already drawn and at the ready, he stood motionless as he waited.

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

Sisk strode into the arena, 111Kg of pure muscle and Mandalorian Rage. Fast, powerful, and deadly, Sisk always relished his time here, the blood that spilled singing through his veins like an ancient Siren's song. It was here that he could unleash his true wrath, beating and breaking those that stood against him. He was armored in his full beskar'gam, his normal plethora of ranged weapons left behind in the preperation room, but he still carried enough weaponry to kill and route a small army.

Dual beskads were crossed behind his back, and his family's mace was mag locked to his back. They were all made of pure beskar, capable of withstanding even the blade of a lightsaber, a fact learned by many of the jetii and dar'jetii during the invasion of the core and the Imperial campaign in Mandalorian Space. Micronized beskar crushgaunts wreathed his hands, stretching out of his gauntlets, also made of the famed Mandalorian Iron, and themselves containing weaponry of death. Dual flamethrowers, combat blades, shock prods, a grappling hook, and a miniature missile launcher. Along his belt were several lightsabers, both his own and trophies of previous victories.

He stopped across from Delmon, and inclined his head in a show of respect as he drew both beskad from their Rancor Skin sheaths, adopting a classic opening Florentine stance. Perfectly balanced on the balls of his feet, one blade held out as if in greeting, the other in a loose response grip near his waist, both the blades angled upwards slightly. This allowed him to both attack or defend, to counter or retreat. His eyes narrowed behind his visor as he looked at the Clan Ordo leader, and he flicked the fingers wrapped around the foremost beskad slightly. "Come get me."

 

[T.J]

Seeing his opponent enter Delmon quickly drew his second blade in his off hand. Keeping the left blade at the front for defense he brought the other slightly higher and to the right as he began to slowly side-step in a semi circle around Sisk. He ignored the other Mandalorian's taunt, instead choosing to remain silent and collected. He took note of Sisk's visible weapons, though each were equally deadly in their own right. All had their strengths and draw backs, it would only take the right kind of nudge to over come them.

He would not strike just yet. Keeping the same distance as he slowly paced his stance was at the ready for an attack.

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

Sisk almost shook his head. Avoidance. Not exactly the most honorable tactic. Well, he was a Mandalorian, and gauging someones weaknesses was what he was born to do. He shuffled forward quickly, matching Delmon's movement, cobra quick, and lashed forward with his leading beskad, a quick forward thrust aimed at his neck, before shifting his weight and bringing the other on a sideways slash towards Delmon's knee. They were both diversionary attacks, meant to split his concentration and force an opening at his mid-line, allowing Sisk to change the direction of either strike and attack the armorweave section in between the torso and belly plate. If Delmon fell for it, Sisk would go for a blood strike, not fatal, but painful. Shallow, cutting the nerves while not severing them, keeping the pain flowing.

 

[T.J]

Just as he had expected him to, Sisk struck first. His approach was direct, nothing too flashy or showy. Delmon chalked it up to probing for weaknesses rather than an actual attack. Reacting quickly Delmon took a back step with the leg opposite from the one Sisk was swinging towards, while simultaneously pivoting his upper body sideways to avoid the straight thrust towards his neck all together. Bringing his right sword down and then quickly flicking it out he knocked Sisk's blade away before it could connect with his knee.

Being that Sisk's forward thrust had left his entire flank on that side exposed, Delmon then brought his dominant sword up in a vicious crescent swing towards the opposing Mandalorian's exposed under arm being that it was one of the weak points most Mandalorian armor systems shared. A devastating blow and a potential game ender should it make its mark. All the while his right blade was again in a defensive position, ready to parry a potential counter attack.

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

Delmon was fast, but Sisk had fought faster opponents before, and prevailed. As Delmon had ducked his head back and intercepted Sisk's sweeping blade, he had already begun to draw his jabbing blade back, the withdraw as quick as the strike. If Delmon had withdrawn and swung at the same time, his strike would have connected, but as it was, the split second of hesitation gave Sisk the opening he needed to bring his gauntlet down, extending the combat blades within, the solid beskar construction giving him the ability to catch his opponents blade. If the blade slid in between two of the upraised spikes, he could twist the arm and lock the blade into place, which would allow him to either tear the blade away from Delmon or pull him in close.

He had drawn his secondary blade back, tucking it next to his side, readying it for a parry or a strike, whichever was necessary. If Delmon's blade caught in his gauntlet, he would pull him in close, using the pommel of his beskad to hammer into the Ordo's helmet. If all he did was deflect the blade away from his body, both his blades would be ready to intercept a return strike.

 

[T.J]

Seeing Sisk bring his arm back and down on his blade Delmon allowed the combat blades on the underside of Sisk's gauntlet to lock onto his sword. The added weight and awkwardness of having another sword attached to ones under arm was sure to throw off the more finer tuned movements for many. Delmon bet on this as his blade was pulled from his grasp.

Dropping his arm only slightly below where he let go of his sword, Delmon activated the hidden blade within his left gauntlet. Shooting forward roughly eight inches past his clenched fist, he sent a sharp slightly upward jab towards the opening between Sisk's gut and chest plate on his left side with the newly revealed weapon. Sisk would be hard pressed to block such an attack, being that Delmon's sword was still attached to his opponents under arm which was also drawn back in the action of ripping it from his grasp. Simultaneously Delmon swung his off hand sword in a downward arch towards Sisk right leg right above the knee cap.

Delmon welcomed the pommel strike sent from Sisk, tilting his head slightly forward so that the brunt of the force impacted the harder spot on his helmet above his visor. His vision blurred for a moment and his eyes watered from the impact, but pain was only a temporary nuisance. Gritting his teeth, he readied himself for whatever was to come.