Clash of the Titans

[D.C.]

Spoiler: OOC NOTE

Just a fun thread of Garuga and me. We agreed that it's kind of like an alternative universe thing, so it doesn't affect the story in any way. So, if one of us dies in here, we don't count the death. It's also kind of an unsual place for our characters, but again: it's just a fun thread! Woooo!

CLASH OF THE TITANS​

The crowd howled and screamed for blood under the burning, hot twin suns of Tatooine. The arena was grand. It cost millions of credits to build it, but for Lollig the Hutt that was no problem at all. The fat, slimy slug was filthy rich. He had his own palace; his own mini-starport; his own yachts; his own slaves; his own guards; and of course so much food as he could eat… and more. Lollig was a kriffing sadistic bastard too, because he just loved to watch the gladiator fights in his very own, magnificent arena, built only a couple of years ago.

Every time he organized another tournament, lots and lots of spectators showed up. Humans; Twi’leks; Trandoshans; Rodians; Zeltrons. The females screamed in ecstasy, pulling up their shirts and showing off their breasts. The men shouted and growled and wanted to see blood. It was a dirty place and so, o so very soon, it would get bloody as hell.

Gladiators marched in and after Lollig the Hutt did his little speech, the gladiators began to duel one another. Arms cut off; legs; sometimes heads. Blood splattered all over the place, dead bodies collapsing on the sand, tiny clouds of dust whirled up into the air. Gladius collided with gladius. The crowd howled for more and more.

These were the games. The Bloody Games of Lollig the Hutt. Only the most determined of fighters, the strongest of fighters and the bravest of fighters dared to enter the tournament. And those who didn’t dare, just had bad luck, for most gladiators were slaves who were forced to battle. Whether they liked it or not.

The arena, of course, had its champions. Most of them stood tall as giants, roaring at the crowd, rousing the crowd. These weren’t just matches in your average dueling ring; these were violent, bloody battles to the death. No mercy shown. Clash of the Titans.

This day, under the killing sun glare of the twin suns of Tatooine, was going to be the day. The day that two of the most fearless, fearsome and dangerous men would come to face each other upon the sand. These men—loved by women, admired by men and feared by enemies—carried only a single gladius. If they lost their gladius they had to try to retrieve it, somehow, or fight on with their bare hands. Armor? NO ARMOR. Only the dusty pants they’d been given. Only the leather bracers around their wrists. Only the sandals on their feet. But seriously, why the kriff would they need armor if they had the Force?

[Ladies and gents!] Lollig the Hutt announced. [The time has come!]

The crowd listened in silence. Holding their breaths.

[From the dark, cold world of Kiffu; a TITAN who slays without remorse! One who wields the Force like a second nature! A giant of a man, a champion of this arena! A God in a human body! Ladies and gents, give it up for this extremely dangerous Kiffar! One who’s walked in the Light and the Dark of the Force! One who’s ready to fight for you, and give you all that you desire: BLOOD!! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you: KORAN MAK!!!!]

The gate opened and a huge, muscular man stepped into the sunlight. His pale-brown eyes glistened with determination. His tan skin and his beautiful, muscular body made the ladies faint. His dreads hung over his broad shoulders. He raised his golden gladius into the air and screamed at the crowd. The crowd screamed back. He screamed. They screamed. He could’ve sworn he heard some of the women shout things like: ‘Come to my bed!’ and ‘Take me backstage!’ and he grinned. O, it was so wonderful to be a champion.

Then the Kiffar fixed his eyes on the gate at the other end of the arena. He wondered who he was up against this time, but he was convinced it wouldn’t be that much of a trouble. He smirked. Let him come!

[AAAAND!] Lollig’s voice echoed throughout the arena. [From the jungles of Panatha! A dark man, an enigma… He’s powerful, he’s strong! He’s nimble and quick! You know him, you love him for his shadowy appearance! LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! HERE IS; ELYPHYS!!!]

Koran Mak smiled even more. He waited patiently for Elyphys to make his entrance and would allow the man to steer up the crowd. He would allow the man a little pleasure before the fight began. Meanwhile, Koran prepared for the duel. He’d show the gladiator Elyphys who the real king of this duel was.

The Kiffar approached the middle of the round arena and waited for Elyphys to come over as well. As soon as Elyphys would stand before him, Koran would say: ‘Welcome, brother. Let’s entertain the peeps, shall we? Good luck, you’ll need it.’

 

[Garuga]

From the opposite gates emerged the second being, one whose presence was unmistakable even to the non force-sensitive crowd. To them, he was nothing short of a monster physically, with a stature more domineering than most humanoids. Pale to the point of having seemingly translucent skin, this was something that no amount of exposure from the Tatooine suns could alter. Having a spiky mess of platinum blonde hair on his head, Elyphys would provide a startling contrast to the gladiator standing in the arena before him. With an angular face set in a gaunt posture, Elyphys would appeal to those who would represented the ‘darker’ tastes.

Most strikingly of all, after overlooking his absolute lack of any excess flesh or skin, the two witch fires that poured from his eyes were perhaps the most mesmerising and horrific of all. Even under the intense sunlight, the gleaming cyan infernos were impossible to miss. His most devoted fans were not the uncontrolled fools who blurted out cheers to anyone who could hack away a segment of one’s arm. These fans were ones that followed his every step with adoring and yet hesitant adoration, those who would prefer the deadlier substances as opposed to consuming trash grade drugs in excess. Two of the female fans, previously seated, now rose from their seats, lips trembling as their avatar had finally emerged once again.

The gleaming eyes that had previously been scanning the arena suddenly darted upwards, fixating it’s stare upon two particular humans females. Taking in what he needed to know at once, Elyphys knew that the two deserved the final release of their souls. Yes, that was what he was. Both liberator and harvester. For every carefully selected being that he culled, so too would their energies intertwine with his own. They would find eternal bliss in his lifestream, there would simply be no other fate as glorious or honourable as those he had set eyes upon. However, that would be after they satisfied what else Elyphys would desire.

The two lucky souls, having discovered that their embodiment of perfection had actually stared at them specifically, could only cry out and moan as their keens simply gave. With only each others’ arms to support one another, the two sobbed uncontrollably as their entire body fell into periodic tremors. Without a change in facial expression, Elyphys returned his sights upon what was more important at hand. The one who would be liberated from their physical form not because of the satisfaction it would gain him, but the one who would hopefully prove to be more than entertainment. To the others that watched Elyphys make his way towards the center of the arena, as tradition demands it, he would seem completely emotionless, following the cold persona that he always seemed to display. Making no attempts to energize the crowd at all, his silent presence seemed to cause them to erupt into a frenzy, precisely the opposite of what he sought to do.

Not the case at all. Under his expressionless face, there was a single malevolent grin, one that relished in the sick joy of impending slaughter. To the force-sensitive in front of Elyphys, he would appear to be a whirling miasma, one which not a sparkle of light would be allowed to even approach, let alone enter. To an untrained or inexperienced force user, the pulsating dark forces that could be sensed within the man would cause them to vomit involuntarily, being forced to witness and come into contact with a corrupting presence such as him. An avatar, a reaper and a harvester. A liberator, one who conducted his work zealously.

Having reached the center of the arena now, Elyphys took another look towards his soon-to-be target, taking in his words while studying him. One who normally could count on physical advantages perhaps? Not this time. "Indeed, for your sake." Was the lone reply, barely audible, but the utter confidence and challenge behind it were delivered clearly.

 

[D.C.]

And there they stood. Both armed with a single gladius and of course, the power of the Force. Lollig the Hutt looked down on them from his balcony, and let the crowd scream for a while. The crowd had been waiting for this duel all along. These were the two greatest gladiators of all time!

[LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!] Lollig shouted after a while.

Koran took a step back and raised his sword in front of himself. He knew what was going to happen now; and Elyphys would probably know too. Yes, the Titans were about to Clash with shimmering gladius in hand. The crowd fell silent, and held their breaths as they awaited Lollig to give the signal.

[BEGIN!]

Immediately Koran came into action. He lunged out his left hand, using the Force immediately. He used a minor Force Push that would not have any effect on Elyphys; but then again he didn't aim for Elyphys. Instead, he blew up some of the sand in an attempt to temporarily blind Elyphys.

Only a second after the trick, Koran dashed forwards, whether the trick had worked or not--if it worked it was only a luxury, so he didn't need it per se. He was lightning fast; a master of speed, dispite his size. As he rushed past Elyphys right leg (Elyphys right) he slashed with his gladius, attempting to cut Elyphys leg. Right under the knee. If it worked, Elyphys wouldn't be able to stand anymore and Koran had first blood. Elyphys might, however, just be able to Heal it with the Force. If it didn't work; no problem. Then Koran would turn around and be ready for the next assault.

The Kiffar was so extremely fast that it was almost as if he became invisible. The one moment he stood in the center of the arena awaiting the signal, the next he was behind Elyphys' back with a raised gladius. Koran immediately turned around after his dash so he could block any counter attacks or Force based attacks.

It had begun.

The crowd screamed out kriffing loud.

 

[Garuga]

((Sorry for the egoistic exuberance XD, fun to write.))

And so it begins. The moment the disgusting hutt made his announcement, Elyphys withdrew the silver Gladius, it’s size admittedly being shorter than his weapons of choice. Elyphys nearly smiled as his opponent started with the cheap trick. What was this, a schoolyard brawl? Standing perfectly still, he allowed the sand to crash against his face, his synthetic eyes would not be affected by the particles as the other would have wished. Nevertheless, Elyphys didn’t have time to let the nearly soothing sensation linger however, Koran was certainly no slow-footed sloth, his rapid advance demanding an equally swift response.

Immediately, Elyphys pivoted his right leg out of the way, turning his entire body as he watched the gladius slash through the air where it had previously been. Unable to hide his demonic grin any longer, Elyphys bent his knees, leaping from his stationary position as he let loose a force-bolstered roar from his throat. The resulting force currents gathered in clusters for a brief moment before crashing towards their intended target, looking to blast Korans’ legs from under him. Letting the force run slightly ahead of him, Elyphys closed the gap between the two of them with great running strides. Perhaps in an obstacle course shorter opponents could avoid him, but in a sprinting contest he would lose to no one.

Whoever Koran had fought or bested before him was moot. Elyphys would show his difference only as he could. With the grace of a gazelle and the pure awesome strength of a lion, Elyphys pounded forward, dealing a diagonal slash from Koran’s left ribcage to his right shoulder blade. Whether it drew blood or not, Elyphys would take care to observe his foe’s tendencies before making a hasty continued attack. Roaring at a ferocity unmatched by anything the crowd could form, the battle had now truly began.

 

[D.C.]

Koran hadn't seen that coming. The Force Scream. He called upon his own Force Power to form a thin layer of energy upon his skin. He stumbled backwards, because he was a little too late to stop the Scream, but he was fast enough to prevent himself from falling over. He stood his ground.

Elyphys dashed forwards and that was something Koran had expected. He leaped into the air and over Elyphys. When he was right above Elyphys he used a simple, but usually effective move. When he was right above Elyphys head he slashed with his gladius for Elyphys neck; trying to behead Elyphys, or at least cut his neck.

He landed in the sand on both feet, easily, after his graceful salto. It had been fast and the crowd roared and cheered. Koran raised his gladius into the air and the crowd screamed even louder. The crowd didn't seem to care if Koran's strike had been succesful. They just wanted to see their hero in action.

'Yeah! That's right!' Koran shouted. 'I'm the champion! Hahaha!'

Then he turned back to Elyphys and prepared for the next attack. Koran was in his element. He smiled.

 

[Garuga]

Watching Koran leap, Elyphys knew that his strike would fail to connect solidly. Gritting his teeth, he wrenched his entire body to his left, catching the strike intended for his neck with his blade's edge. Flicking away the might-have-been killing stroke, Elyphys allowed the rest of his momentum to carry him through, watching as his foe landed. Elyphys raised an eyebrow as the man beckoned towards the crowd, urging them to be louder than ever. He couldn't help but grin at the showmanship, this was a gladiatorial bout after all.

How about you act your age... Elyphys snickered, desperately trying not to let such petty humour get in the way of the mental state required for battle. Nodding to himself, Elyphys bounced lightly on his feet, entering a crouched form in anticipation. Mustering the force around his left fist, Elyphys morphed and moulded it’s essence into a sphere. Barely visible in the sunlight to untrained eyes, the sphere would be akin to a spiked mace, with a dozen chain-like force currents attached to it.

Kinetite, capable of rending and battering it’s way directly through flesh, concerete, or steel. Elyphys hurled it forward with a roaring laugh, a sight that the audience was familiar with, one that signified a good show was to appear. As the head sized ‘mace’ blasted forward, the ‘chains’ followed, spreading themselves into a web-like formation which would attempt to cover and engulf Koran’s body. From his foe’s foot to his neck, if the kinetite made contact with Koran’s body, then it would indeed be a spectacular sight. A crimson spray, the glory display would be a rather marvellous sight to witness.

Elyphys moved himself forward with more caution this time, his blade raised in defence as he watched how Koran would react to the attack.

 

[D.C.]

Koran reacted accordingly. Because his eyes, the eyes of a Master, were trained, he did not only see the attack. He sensed it too. He simply dashed to the right, out of the projectile's way. Easy enough. And the funniest thing was, if Elyphys continued to draw heavy on the more shiny powers (such as Kinetite) he'd tire out soon. GREAT!

Koran twirled his gladius in his hand and laughed audibly. He began to circle around Elyphys, like a wolf would circle around its prey. His pale-brown eyes were fixed on the dark man before him. Koran didn't think this fight was gonna be easy, he never underestimated opponents, but he did have lots of fun.

'Show me something else, colleague!' Koran called out, loud enough for the crowd to hear. The crowd burst out into laughter, shouting Koran's name. The Kiffar smiled. Hopefully this would provoke Elyphys, and Elyphys would lose control. If that happened, and Koran kept focussing, he'd win this. Hell yea!

 

[Garuga]

Elyphys maintained a blank expression as his attack failed to make contact with his opponent. Maintaining eye contact with Koran, Elyphys did not give any indication as to whether his opponent's goading had any effect on him. Oh surely, normally he would be seething by now, his pride would certainly not allow himself to be taunted in this way. However, this time it was different. Koran's seemingly carefree behaviour should soon evaporate. Worry, concern, and fear would add more creases to the man's face, for Elyphys remembered absolutely everything that would make himself feel insulted.

Kinetite was not lightning or any other force projection that simply faded out of existence a few brief moments after it leaves it's master's hand. It was a technique used to shatter it's way through fortifications, or rather anything that was unfortunate to be in it's path. The moment Koran had avoided the directly aimed attack, Elyphys seized the projectile with the force once again, forcing control over it's movements as swiftly as he had launched it. Though the moment it had left Elyphys's hand it's energies would start to die away, having hit nothing but air, the kinetite was still certainly volatile enough to tear any being apart.

Without so much as a movement from his hands, the Kinetite mace and chain struck towards Koran's body from behind, the chains expanding to form claws, intending to latch onto his legs, arms, and torso. The chains would come from every angle, from above Koran's head to chains emerging from underneath his feet. A spider's web, covering Koran's entire existence, all weaved together by the silent man with the burning eyes.

 

[D.C.]

'Ah, you're playing it that way,' Koran said. He grinned. He dashed forwards, away from the Kintite Mace and straight at Elyphys. At the last moment he jumped over Elyphys with a salto. He landed in the sand and turned around. This all happened in the blink of an eye. The one moment he stood there, the next he stood behind Elyphys.

Immediately he unleashed a powerful Force Push at Elyphys' back and pushed the man towards his own Kinetite web. Koran laughed again and raised his gladius in the air. The crowd cheered once again for him.

It wouldn't be exactly easy to Absorb or Deflect the Force Push either, because to stay in control of the Kinetite, Elyphys would have to focus on Kinetite.

'Obviously,' Koran shouted, 'they have a favorite gladiator! Haha! And a word of advice, lad, you're wasting energy. You are WASTING it! Kinetite's a heavy Force Power. You'll become exhausted if you focus on it too much. That's the way of the Force, sonny-boy! Hahaha!'

He prepared for the next assault. Yes, it was fun playing around with a lesser being. Oh so funny. And the crowd... THEY LOVED IT!

 

[Garuga]

((What's a salto? XD))

Elyphys grinned viciously as the man charged towards him, his blad raised as he hoped that Koran was finally going to engage him seriously. Surprise quickly turned into disappointment as Koran vaulted over him, only to deliver a force push into his exposed back. Disappointment swiftly turned into bitter resentment as Elyphys was thrown towards his own attack. Only one thought was transmitted through his mind as his eyes continued to burn. That... was all?

The force push had struck hard certainly, and Elyphys had nearly let the gladius slip out of his hand as he regained his footing. Pesky tricks, avoiding a direct confrontation, even trying to use Elyphys’s own attack against him. How the old fool managed to become a crowd favourite Elyphys had no clue, but his resentment at being matched up with a fighter with the capacity of a child quickly turned into sick rage as he pictured tearing into the over-talkative gladiator’s throat with his teeth.

He actually had the nerve to advise upon Elyphys’s own technique. Elyphys would hardly waste words upon one with deaf ears, wondering if the man could even comprehend what he was to say. The air around the kinetite was being manipulated through telekinesis, something that required very little effort for one such as Elyphys to maintain. The kinetite’s energies did not require any focusing to maintain, for they were unharness-able through any other means once it left Elyphys’s control. The kinetite would only lose minute amounts of impact unless it struck into matter other than air or force-generated resistance from the other being.

As the kinetite looked like it was to impact upon Elyphys’s body, it simply curled over his body, it’s chains trailing behind the mace like a flying squid of sorts. A humorous sight, unless it’s heading for you of course. Elyphys turned around as the kinetite chains would appear to seem like the claws and legs of a crab, sweeping from the sky towards the standing man.

((Haha, keep thinking about seafood. So...squid and crabs XD))

 

[D.C.]

((somersault... lol...))

'Hey, kid! Cut it out already!' Koran lunged out his hands and unleashed a very powerful Force Push. The Kinetite Mace was sent flying back again, at a tremendous speed. The Force Push might also reach Elyphys and knock the man over. It didn't really matter whether Elyphys got hit by his own Kinetite, or if the Force Push harmed Elyphys, or both... Even if Elyphys avoided all of this, it wouldn't matter. All that mattered was getting rid of that kriffing Kinetite Mace.

'Now, we can keep throwing a ball at each other, or we start entertaining the crowd. This looks like... we're playing tennis!' The crowd laughed out loud. 'See, kiddo, they ain't taking you serious anymore!'

 

[Garuga]

Elyphys smiled as the kinetite was hurled back towards his face. Bracing himself, Elyphys allowed the remaining power of koran's push to carry him backwards, closer towards the wall of the arena. "indeed, i find their lack of seriousness to be disturbing." Elyphys laughed, one simple idea formulating in his mind. Holding onto the kinetite, Elyphys turned towards the crowd. His eyes quickly found those who had been laughing and jeering towards him the most. Regaining the control over the kinetite, Elyphys hurled it towards the densely packed crowd, his mouth opening widely in a fierce grin as he did so. The crowd shouted, the crowd cried, the crowd died. Whether from trampelling over one another or due to the kinetite, it did not matter.

Those that were hit were immediately pulverised, and if they weren't lucky enough to be killed by the initial impact, they would soon die of blood loss and shock as they watched their limbless bodies collide with someone's loose head or legs. Blood showered into arena itself as the kinetite finally ran out of energy during it's full sweep around the seats. The sand was drenched in red, and if the koran was not one who was squeamish, he'd find his clothing and body covered in the red substance also.

Elyphys leaped towards his foe now, covering the ground in a few force-aided strides. Still baring his teeth, Elyphys would draw the force around his hand. Flinging the force currents in a slapping motion, he would try to slap the man with enough impact to snap koran's head to his spinal cord cleanly. Swinging his blade in a circular cut, Elyphys would trace it from Koran's crotch to his chest, looking to eviscerate him cleanly.

 

[D.C.]

Koran rolled his eyes after Elyphys had thrown the Kinetite ball into the crowd. Blood splattered all over the place and Koran got some of it on his shoulder and his pants. He didn't really care about that, because he was used to blood. It always got on him, for some reason, but it wasn't his own, most of the time. O well, a shower afterwards and he was clean.

The Force Slap... thing. Koran reached out his left hand and used Absorb. The technique used by Elyphys didn't work. Then Koran, using Force Speed, quickly sidestepped to avoid Elyphys slash with the gladius and as Elyphys passed him he quickly slashed towards Elyphys leg, right above the man's foot. Because Elyphys was running quickly, and concentrating on his own offense, it would be kinda hard to block or dodge a surprise attack like this. A surprise attack that was extremely fast.

Koran was a master of Speed. It was his to command. It was one of his signature powers, along with the other Core Powers.

He looked up to Elyphys after the quick slash and raised his gladius in the air again. It seemed like the crowd had only become more excited after Elyphys 'lil gorefest. They cheered for Koran once more and Koran laughed out loud.

'Why don't ye kill 'em, too?' Koran shouted. He prepared for the next attack again.

 

[Garuga]

Watching the man side-step away from his initial path of movement, Elyphys spun his entire body around, both feet leaving the ground in a terrific display of body control. Avoiding the scything slash at his left foot, Elyphys amplified his movements with the force, sending a flying kick towards Koran at an immense speed.

Letting the kicking motion follow through, Elyphys did not speed down to regather himself, only spurring himself on through his physical modifications and the force. In one motion after the kick, Elyphys gathered the force around the man's ankles, intending to wrench him off balance towards him while swinging his gladius in a beheading swing.

"They are the embodiment of stupidity and insignificance." Elyphys smirked. The brainless crowd that only laughed and jeered. Like children, instead of stepping into the ring and feeling the warm spray of blood as your blade carves it's way through your opponent's arteries.

Turning towards the prancing 47 year old again, Elyphys bared his teeth, body shaking in anticipation for what was to come next.

 

[D.C.]

To Koran, it was as if the world around him slowed down. He saw Elyphys doing the flying kick, which was aimed for the neck region. Koran didn't smirk, grin or smile this time. His face was blank. In one fluid motion he reached out with his left hand, grabbing Elyphys ankle. It was an iron grip, a display of Koran's brute strength. An instant later he let the power of the Force flow through his arm, and it came out in the form of devastating gold lightning.

It would go up Elyphys leg, through Elpyhis' stomach, up the man's chest and in a matter of seconds, the entire body of the pale fool would be set ablaze.

Koran would keep on electrocuting the man until the man managed to stop him somehow, or until the man was dead. And after that gruesome slaughtering, he'd drop the smoking, burnt, dead body into the sand.

 

[Garuga]

Elyphys realised his mistake when the man reacted faster than he had fathomed. Immediately drawing onto the force around him, Elyphys had to rush this process as he had barely any time, undoubtedly resulting in a waste of energy that could otherwise be spared in other circumstances. Detecting the sudden explosion in force activity, Elyphys instantly folded layer upon layers of force currents onto his skin. The astonishing of the force lightning surprised him, and the dangers that it posed to him were evident. Roaring, Elyphys knew that to reflect or deflect the lightning would still pose far too great a threat, as it could simply be reflected onto himself once again, further amplifying the risk of being struck with the deadly power.

By gathering the force currents into a membrane like wall, when the force lightning struck his legs, it was bundled and restricted by Elyphys's force currents until they had dissipated into force energy which then entered Elyphys's being. This was still discomforting, the sudden influx of force energies causing even his enhanced body to tremor and a rising pain within his chest, if the lightning had struck upon his body without protection he would have been rendered unconscious within a moment.

Elyphys couldn't repel Koran's grip in that instant, as attempting to wrench it away through the force would have meant a huge risk of the end of fluidity of his force absorption. However, his size and momentum was too much for any grip to stop in one motion. Though his kick had been stopped, his entire body was still flying towards the kiffar. As his mass slammed directly into Koran, Elyphys found himself facing Koran's legs, towards his knees. The buildup of the excess force energy within Elyphys was swiftly becoming a problem, if he had no means to release it, he could lose consciousness anyway.

Not being in a position to swing or thrust his gladius, Elyphys swung his entire head towards Koran's thigh, looking to sink his fangs deep inside the muscular flesh. The force inside needed to go, it demanded to leave. Fusing the build up with his anger, the result was Elyphys's mind igniting into pure fury. His jaws, which had been constructed and modified to be capable of killing bites even before this force induced rage now quivered and seemingly shook. If Elyphys was allowed to plant his synthetic teeth within Koran's leg, he'd find himself missing substantial chunks of flesh before his femur would be disintegrated.

 

[D.C.]

Koran roared in agony when the pale ****er bit him in the thigh, but he didn't let it stop him. He utilized Force Speed again and raised his gladius. He unleashed the anger and frustration within him and began to cut and stab at the thing that was biting his leg. Soon, the Kiffar would be showered in hot blood, but it didn't matter. This just hurt a lot, and this duel had taken long enough already.

'Have. At. You. Stupid. Kriff.' He hissed. 'Go kriff yourself!'

He just hacked and slashed at Elyphys in an attempt to rip the pale thing to shreds. His gladius went up and down, the blade digging into the flesh of Elyphys. Blood splattered through the air. Well... that's what would happen if Elyphys couldn't hold Koran off.

At the same time, the Kiffar began to gather Force Power for a finisher move.

 

[Garuga]

With the unique taste and flavour stuck in his mouth, Elyphys growled in pain as the bastard's gliadius pierced through under his right shoulder. This one couldn't be avoided, given his position, but he would not give him the satisfication again. Standing firmly on his two legs again after shaking loose, Elyphys slammed away Koran's next attacks away with his own flurry of power strokes. His eyes burned brightly now, blood having been finally spilt. Shouting with rage, Elyphys focused the force onto Koran's wound. He would wrench whatever meager little there remained away, snapping his left leg away from the rest of the kiffar's body.

Giving Koran no time to recuperate at all, Elyphys swept towards his left flank, determined to strike down his foe in sudden motion. Elyphys would stick his gladius through Koran's left ribcage, slipping through and tearing his heart and lung apart. The force induced rage still carried him on, though the wound on his back had not struck the spine or interior organs, in his state it would not heal smoothly, even given his body's amplifications. it was forgotten, but in no way non-existent. Given his body's modifications and if he applied the force, it would be no source of concern. But, at the current, all Elyphys cared for was more blood to be shed.

 

[D.C.]

When Koran's leg snapped away, the big Kiffar lost balance. He fell to his back and knew that if he wasn't fast enough, Elyphys would probably do something really nasty to him.

Koran fell into the sand and when he saw Elyphys' gladius coming in, he quickly rolled to the right. Elyphys' gladius missed him in an inch, stabbing the sand instead of Koran's chest.

Koran had already gathered some Force power, which he'd intended to use for a finisher move. He decided to change the plan and not use it for a finisher right now, but to heal the nasty wound in his leg—at least to a point so he could stand and run again. The Force worked fast and in a matter of seconds, the wound was healed up a bit, but just enough. The energy he didn't use for the heal, he reserved for the finisher move.

The Kiffar got onto his feet and dashed away from Elyphys. Of course Koran had recognized the Force Rage technique Elyphys was using now. It would only be a matter of time until Elyphys would drop to the ground; dead beat. And then, victory would be Koran's. O yea, Elyphys' end was so nigh.

All Koran had to do to win this fight, was to keep avoiding Elyphys until it was time to strike. Again, Koran began to gather the power of the Force, so that he could finish off this fool soon. The Kiffar glared at his opponent and thought of only one thing: Time to beat the crap out of this kriffing bastard!

 

[Garuga]

The kiffar actually managed to crawl away from him, despite the snapped leg. Nevertheless, it was but for a moment. Elyphys would not allow a cripple to slip past him so easily.

Elyphys raised his hand, all the while relying on his long strides to race towards his injured opponent. Weaving force currents around the man's injured leg, Elyphys would look to rupture whatever repairs Koran had managed to do within that short instance.

Catching up to the Kiffar's staggered strides, Elyphys locked onto his rage, empowering his force presence. The force formed a dense miasma within him, pulsating and warping. Elyphys struck out with his gladius in a crisp diagonal cleave, determined to cut the Kiffar's spine in half cleanly.

His eyes flared like witch fire, as Elyphys's face was fixated in one horrible grin. He was ready for anything, the force buildup within him demanding for it's expulsion upon the unfortunate in front of him. It was all, or nothing. Kill, or be killed.