Purgatory, Round Two - The Sandcrawler

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Purgatory Tournament - Round Two: Crippled Sandcrawler

Overview

Purgatory... Round Two of the Acolyte Tournament, the weaker combatants weeded out among those triumphant enough to proceed. The Acolytes have now endured not only the harsh conditions of training, but now faced against one another, in a duel of single combat to prove their strength. Now, the victorious acolytes are divided amongst two arranged playing fields, placed at random locations throughout the area in a Free For All competition. Only those who emerged victorious through a stalemate, ruled upon by the Dark Council of Sith Lords, are at a disadvantage. These acolytes, who were not able to dominate their opponent and prove themselves as Sith, have not been permitted a period of peace and restoration. The victorious eight acolytes of the Purgatory Tournament have been divided into two groups of four.

The combatants are charged to overcome each other in a battle royal, attempting to shine above the rest and retrieve the objective. Let it be known - only two Acolytes will emerge victorious from these challenges. Be warned, promising youths of the Sith... You will not only meet the trials of strength and endurance of a Sith, by either competition among peers or the dangers of hostile inhabitants to their arena. Danger lurks at every corner; enemies inhabiting every corridor, secret supply caches, and deceptive traps await.

Within the frozen underground of Rhen Var's underwater catacombs, past numerous flooded paths and dead ends, and through Tatooine's vast desert and isolated oasis, the acolytes are to find and retrieve a hidden holocron, containing valuable knowledge of what is to come in Round 3. Once retrieving either the primary of secondary objective, the winnder must return to their escape pod and return to the surface of the planet at an Imperial outpost. Additionally, there is a second objective, which the runner-up combtatant may retrieve in order to proceed to Round 3. On the opposite end from the holocron is a Sith Medallion, imprinted with the symbol of their Dark Lord and Emperor, Darth Exodeus. As proof of their championship in achieving the objective, a Sith may claim this prize as a token to proceed - while the true winner is granted a beneficial bonus in the next round.



Details

Tattooine - Crippled Sandcrawler

In the desert of Tatooine, far from civilization, an abandoned Sandcrawler rests atop a cliff in the Dune Sea. The massive vessel had long served its purpose as a Jawa scavenger machine and mobile merchant storage, but had long since become defective. The large machine had since grown dead and vacant, but littered with the gathered trash of its previous Jawa owners. Numerous parts of machinery litter the arena, and secret locked doors lie unexplored. There are many treasures in the Sandcrawler's depths, while traps counter these potential bonuses.

The acolytes are separated into two rooms, each paired up with a duel. The first to fall from either duel unlocks the sealed doorways, allowing the remaining three combatants to explore the large vessel for a set of encryption codes. These datapads hold information of how to proceed to the next phase of Round Two, with a set of codes to a locked speederbike in the cargo hold. Three speeder bikes are held in separate storage containers. Each datapad unlocks one. Once the speederbike is unlocked and accessed, a set of predetermined coordinates will lead the competing acolyte from the Sandcrawler and down the cliff, into the isolated oasis of the endless desert.

Once in the oasis, a tropical cave will lead the combatants to a deep cavern, where a holocron will be hidden in the underground jungle. This device holds not only the prize of the primary objective, and the winner of that match of Round Two, but contains insightful knowledge regarding the events of Round Three. The secondary objective of this challenge is to obtain the golden Sith medallion with the Dark Lord's crest. The combatant that retrieves this objective is not claimed the victor of the match, but is permitted to proceed to Round Three.



Combatants / Posting Order
Dew Dew - Slypher (Round One resolution: Unrestored health, handicapped)
A'den - Feeryn Cass
Kazuya - Melhi Ty’rin Corrsagh
Arcturus - Arcturus D. Wolfgang



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The acolytes have been separated into two adjacent rooms, paired together in isolated environments. Melhi Corrsagh, the Elomin taught by several Sith Lords at the Sith Academy of Korriban, faced off against the martial arts expert and successor of the Celegian master telepath, Arcturus Wolfgang. Feeryn Cass, the fallen Kiffar Jedi apprenticed to the master illusionist, sat across from Slypher, a young but powerful girl who still suffered from her injuries in the first round. They are each tied to a chair, indisposed as a display screen activated on the wall of each room. "Welcome, to Round Two of the Purgatory Tournament. You four... you acolytes are the first to continue past the first round of individual duels. You have proven your superiority in combat and ingenuity, overpowering your opponent by whatever means in order to succeed. Those who performed easily enough have been allowed to restore their full health and capacity to enure what is to come, but those that did not, have been excluded from such a luxury. Those who fail to achieve victory must learn to continue at a disadvantage. Let this be a lesson to remember in your future, if you find yourself against all odds," a voice called out from the blank screen. The dark rooms were only slightly illuminated, just revealing the shapes of each person and the outline of the screen.

"In this challenge, you are to face one another yet again - two duels in your arena - a crippled Sandcrawler in the dunes of Tatooine's vast deserts. The first to fall of either fight will release the doors to proceed to the next phase. From there, you must find your own path to success. Your next task lies in the Primary Ore Hold of the structure. Proceed," the ominous voice concluded, giving the acolytes their instructions and destination. As the voice finished, the clasps over each of the four chairs released, collapsing into the chair frame. They were bolted to the ground, but not indestructible, much like the walls of their individual arena. They were nearly impenetrable surfaces, reinforced by the Sith's slaves before the tournament began. The only way forward, was for one to fall.

 

[Vindictive]

Slypher didn't hesitate for a second as she jumped from her chair to her side. Her left arm, charred from her last battle where she only had a little time to recover slightly, throbbed at every move she made, but it was tollerable. She needed it to be. Her resilience was strong, she could give herself that much credit. As the rooms were dimly lit, though, she made sure she stuck to the shadows. She wasn't going to ignite her lightsabers unless she needed to, nor was she going to waste her limited force energy on pointless abilities when they could be blocked.

While she had called on the force to vitalize her and partially heal and recharge her, she still wasn't at full strength. She wasn't tired, but she wasn't able to use her drain power but maybe two short times if she didn't use any other force powers. The scar on her back also throbbed from her last battle, but she was able to ignore it as well, as it wasn't too bad. She just had to make sure she was careful with those limbs if she wanted to make it out of this blasted chamber. She kept her eyes on the dark frame at the other nd of the room, lit dimly by the screen.

 

[Apollyon]

Feeryn smiled in the depths of the darkened chamber, this environment was not unlike his mind, dark, twisted, shattered. He shifted his weight, the cybernetic prothetics he had been given were foreign in a way, they felt hollow but not cumbersome or awkward, the feeling they had was cold, dead, metallic. He kneeled down and in his off hand scooped sand from the fallen sandcrawler into his hand, he placed the sand in the pocket of his tunic, his enemy was wounded, weakened, handicapped but he knew better then to underestimate a cornered lion. Should the tide change the environment would be used to his advantage, Feeryn would crush this foolish "Sith" at any cost, he would achieve victory and she would be just another defeated enemy that paved his way to greatness.

Feeryn's left hand wondered towards his lightsaber but didn't activate it, instead he stood completely still and let lose one sinister exhaling breath, it would give the enemy his rough location, it would be all that he needed to do to bait a true Sith into combat, allow his presence to be known. Now he would wait, ready to deflect his enemies assault and exploit her wounds, this woman, judging by her silhouette would learn what true agony meant, Feeryn would rejoice in her screams of agony before giving her what she begged for, death.

 

[Kazuya]

Melhi had been anything but pleased to be bound to a chair in front of a display screen, but it was all part of the plan. It was all part of the tournament; to add to the atmosphere. The Elomin supposed that it was meant to add to the adrenaline and possibly fear if the combatants were weak minded. However, Melhi didn’t let it add on to his own feelings. He had done a brief once over of the room, swiveling his head in the dull light and then his eyes had closed, meditating until the voice finished telling them what they would be doing.

Melhi opened his eyes as the voice stopped and they were released from their restraints staring at his opponent. He stood with no particular urgency; he knew Arcturus was pretty much at the same level as he was, though they had not worked together for quite some time. They were not only sith acolytes, but also majors within the military, and that in itself made them relatively similar in mindset, though they were indeed also very different.

“It’s been a while, Arcturus.” The Elomin spoke softly, folding his arms behind his back, though he was ready to make a move quite quickly if he needed to. He wasn’t going to be the one to make the first move. He would wait and see what his fellow sith major had in mind. Though, if he had been pitted against someone else, like one of the fresh acolytes like he had faced in the previous round, he would have acted completely different.

 

[Mr. Teatime]

Arcturus had little to say up until the point that he was released from the chained chair. He stood slowly, relaxed, to his full height of six foot four inches. Although in his last battle he had been lightly armed and armored, today he was armed to the teeth. His full Immortal armor, head sensory tendrils and all, as well as the all-terrain weather cloak of the last fight. A Chiss Charric sat on his left leg, a saber hilt on each hip, the left one a staff. Through his Sight he could see through the walls around them. Assuming they were close enough he could find the other two duelists. But first he Saw the wall itself. It had lines of tightly woven Force strung through it like stitchwork, lattices of energy that would prevent him from simply leaving this prison at the first opportunity. And then he was engaged in conversation.

"Melhi. You are looking well. Some time it has been, since last we spoke. Come, we are civilized warriors and soldiers both." He paused briefly to relocate, moving back to the wall and leaning against it. He too was ready to counter an attack, despite his relaxed manner, but at this point he was at the other side of the room with several means of ranged assault. If he actually wanted to do some harm, he'd be attacking by now.

"I have a proposition, if you would hear it afore engaging." And then he was silent, waiting for a reply. But besides, he was also reaching his awareness out towards the other combatants, watching them. He would have to react quickly if what he had in mind came about.

 

[Vindictive]

"I have no need for names, nor do I have a need for small talk. If you so need it, then I'll humor you. If not, let's get this over with," Slypher said in an unemotional voice. She did not care for whether her opponent wanted to socialize before their battle, but she did want to make it out of there alive. She could sense his overpowering sense of arrogant overconfidence. If anything, this foe would get too encumbered in his pride that he will slip up at one point, and she would take advantage of that slip up. Her lesser powers, they didn't take much energy, of that she was certain. She would have to make sure she kept her wounds hidden. She couldn't reveal an ounce f pain on her face. It was just as her master taught her.

As her first move, to keep her distance, she reached out with the force to crush her chair and rip it in two, creating two javelin-like fixtures. As soon as they were formed, they shot towards her opponent at very high speeds. It would take a great deal of focus to see them coming and avoid them in time, as they were aimed for the center of his core, and his right thigh. He could avoid one, but he would still take a hit from the other, whether in a more lethal point at his body or not was up to him. The only other way he could avoid both is if he had precognition, like her previous opponent, who she held in one of the highest regards.

She still refused to move any closer or ignite her lightsabers unless absolutely necessary. She wasn't about to forfeit her location for the sake of a lightsaber duel, as her first move drained a portion of her strength, but only a small portion. She could still put up one hell of a fight. She was going to make sure she could wear him out first before doing anything of the sort.

 

[Apollyon]

Feeryn heard the sound of metal being crushed, ripped, and bent to take on a new shape. He reacted quickly augmenting his speed through the force he dashed off to the left, placing his left foot on the metal wall he pushed off propelling himself over the javelins that were flung at his location. He landed on the ground with a metallic thud, he smiled in the darkness.

A bold move...but it was too noisy, and expends too much energy. You are injured, weary, beaten down. Just surrender, it would be advisable...or you will end up like that foolish Zabrak. Feeryn hissed as he attempted to breed fear in his enemies heart. He walked carefully in a counter clockwise manner from where the sounds had come from, he walked heels first so no sounds would come from his footsteps.

He waited in the darkness feeling her pain through the force and giving him a relative idea where his enemy stood he opened up his hand and after a brief moment of channeling power he lifted the javelins from the ground carefully as to avoid making a sound and flung them back in the direction they had come from and where the sensation of pain centered in. He knew his enemy was weakened from her first move and would be forced to expend even more force energy to evade the attack if she could, meanwhile the counter attack wouldn't be nearly as taxing on Feeryn as it would on her, she had given him the key to victory.

 

[Kazuya]

Melhi’s eyes flicked around the room then rested on the wall that was between the two of them and the other two acolytes that were already going at it. Though he did not use the same technique as Arcturus, as he could never really enjoy the traditional way of doing things that had been used in his training, he could feel their force signature and their emotions clashing. He arched an eyebrow, lips twitching with slight amusement. One was overly prideful, and the other was desperate. Pity he couldn’t watch their fight, they both seemed to be at the point already of using moves without much thought that could quickly lead to their downfalls. It would have been an amusing watch.

“Indeed,” Melhi’s eyes again looked back to his opponent and nodded to the Anzat a grim smile making its way onto his face, and he moved towards Arcturus' side of the room with no malicious intent proceeding to sit on the arms of chair that Arcturus had been in. “I will hear it. Actually, I'm thinking that we both might have the same general idea, Arcturus."

 

[Mr. Teatime]

Arcturus' second sight was spread out properly now, focusing on all four of them at once. He smiled softly beneath his helmet. Quite simply, I think you and I are perhaps the most worthy of winning this tournament. We are both military men, both high level acolytes, and both more or less sane. The girl, Slypher, has much potential. But she made too many mistakes. He paused briefly, frowning under his helmet. "The other, Feeryn... Has skill, but little sanity and far too large an ego. He can serve only himself." He stepped over to the door, watching Melhi with his Sight. "I propose a temporary alliance. Feeryn must be prevented from moving past this round, and we must be the last ones standing. We work together, up until the final round, or if other circumstances prevent us, like new rules." He turned back to face Melhi. Do we have an accord?

 

[Vindictive]

After she had made her first move, she began to pace to her right, moving counter clock wise. She kept her eyes on her opponent's shadow, who had evaded the attack and was still directly opposite of her. Her heart kept a steady pace, however, she couldn't help but want to beat herself over for the realization she had just made; she didn't have enough force reserve to use another draining. She had to preserve her strength, or at least keep her opponent at bay while her energy recharged. She still kept her lightsabers at her hips.

"A bold move...but it was too noisy, and expends too much energy. You are injured, weary, beaten down. Just surrender, it would be advisable...or you will end up like that foolish Zabrak." She heard him say. She knew then that he could feel her force signature, being able to sense her pain, however it seemed delayed as he sent the javelins she created in the direction where she originally was before she began to pace around him. They missed her entirely.

"I don't quit. It was an acolyte as pridefully arrogant as you that murdered my family and my home. And entire village. He used his feeble strength to slaughter the weak. Two masters struck him down and killed him for his shameful arrogance. Therefore, words bear little meaning to me," she said, making sure she stayed opposite of him as they paced around the room. She searched around for anything she could do that would possibly hinder him, but nothing came to mind. Then, she realized something; the metallic thud of when he landed. While he was keeping silent, he still managed to give away that his legs were prosthetic limbs, and she had a slight feeling that they were new, but she didn't want to become over confident with it.

She continued to pace, circling her opponent while thinking of what she could do to get an effective attack in. She kept her focus on the veil of her opponent, though, preparing herself if he tried to do anything. At this moment, she wanted to talk a bit more for once. She wanted to gauge the level of pride he carried, and wonder if he could sense anything about the other two contestants in the other chamber, to gauge their strength. "Perhaps you could take a moment to examine the other two in the next chamber? We'll be in here a while, might as well get an idea of what either of us is up against," she recommended. "You have my word as a Sith I will not attempt anything while you do."

 

[Apollyon]

Feeryn paused at her words, she promised not to attack when his back was turned? What kind of Sith was she?

Fine, but should you try anything I will rip your intestines out and hang you with them! Understood? Feeryn growled before kneeling and channeling the force through meditation. He built enough power to peer through the wall feeling the emotions the othee two had, there was no conflict, the pair seemed to be conversating!

From what I can feel they are not in combat...there is a sense of peace...of two beings in harmony...they are becoming Jedi in Sith robes! They will wait until one of us falls to strike I think...schutta...both of them are schutta. At least you are brave enough to fight in your condition they were with me on the victors barge and here they refuse to draw! Cowards the lot of them! Feeryn cursed as he stood to his feet igniting his saber to use as light.

Come I will not strike you I simply wish to see, we must formulate a plan so the victor here stands a fighting chance! Feeryn said was he motioned to the woman who stood across from him to come closer, he held his lightsaber defensively but wouldn't swing unless she provoked an attack.

 

[Kazuya]

“One who seeks power only for the sake of power will destroy himself. This applies to Feeryn. He is to self-centered to care for much else, or see passed his own bias and misconceptions. He underestimates his opponents. The path he is creating for himself is one that will only lead to his own destruction. He is overly confident for one such as he.” Melhi looked at Arcturus telling him his thoughts about the other acolyte from what he could feel, and what he had seen from their brief interaction between rounds. “Feeryn must indeed be prevented from moving past this round. Perhaps we will be able to beat some humility into him.”

“However, there is still some fight in Slypher. Sometimes the most fight comes out of one who is cornered like she is. We might see more of a change in the tides as their fight goes on. Either way, a temporary alliance would work well between us, I agree to working together.” Melhi nodded to Arctutus, crossing his arms thinking.

“I wonder who his master is…” he muttered crossing his arms in front of his chest. The Elomin wondered what sith would be fine with having such a student as Feeryn. Most masters beat humility into their students, Darth Silentius had certainly made sure that he would be from the moment they had begun there training together by choking him. He looked down in thought for a moment as he felt Feeryn look upon them, then back up to Arcturus. "I know that they are probably disappointment that we are not fighting, I can feel Feeryn's own disappointment easily..." Melhi laughed. "I propose a spar, to make the time go by faster."

 

[Mr. Teatime]

Arcturus smiled.More than disappointment. Anger. Perhaps... With his mind, he sent Melhi a simple message. Play Along. 'Tis a ruse. With armored fist he struck the wall next to him with the side of his hand, as if in anger, loud enough to echo loudly in the other room. YOU SHALL NOT BE THE ONE TO TAKE THE HOLOCRON, BUT I! YOU ARE NOT WORTHY! Using his mental ability, he tinged his words with anger. To an acolyte's senses, their harmony would appear broken. So long as Melhi played along. His yelling was loud enough to be partly heard through the wall, though not nearly as clearly as his banging. This noise was followed by the igniting of his single-bladed lightsaber.

 

[Vindictive]

"Fine, but should you try anything I will rip your intestines out and hang you with them! Understood?" Came her opponent's curt response. Slypher didn't worry about the threats. She knew what it meant to keep a promise sworn on her affinity and affiliation. To her, that was all that mattered. She simply nodded as he knelt down, waiting to hear what the competition was in the other chambers. She wanted to gauge them in case she was the victor for this round, and for Feeryn himself in case he was the victor. She wasn't going to deny the possibility of her losing, she just was going to try to make sure it didn't happen.

"From what I can feel they are not in combat...there is a sense of peace...of two beings in harmony...they are becoming Jedi in Sith robes! They will wait until one of us falls to strike I think...schutta...both of them are schutta. At least you are brave enough to fight in your condition they were with me on the victors barge and her they refuse to draw! Cowards the lot of them!" The Kiffar yelled. Her face didn't show it, but she did manage to find a small bit of appreciation and gratitude for his comment on her bravery. It allowed her to respect him a bit more as her adversary, something hard for others to do.

"Come I will not strike you I simply wish to see, we must formulate a plan so the victor here stands a fighting chance!" He called to her. She hesitated at first, but her senses were at their peak. She was aware of ulterior motives if anyone had any, simply because she had to be. She didn't sense anything, though. She kept her guard up as she slowly made her way towards him, her face revealed in the light. Her hair was down and in a mess, and her clothes still dirty from her previous fight. Her most notable scar, though, was her arm, as she did a poor job of covering it. The charred flesh stuck out like a blemish in the middle of one's forehead.

As she came close enough so that he could whisper and she could hear him, but far enough away so that she could avoid a surprise attack, she kept her hands by her sabers. Even though she didn't sense any threat, she was still ever cautious and weary. It was a trait she was glad to have, as it saved her life once before.

Then, a loud BAND! came from the wall to her left. Her red lightsabers immediately ignited as soon as she heard the bang, cautious that the masters were playing a trick if they were, but then calmed herself as she heard an angry voice coming from the other chamber. She was no longer startled, but it took her a second before she loosened the grip on her lightsabers slightly. Her attention then turned back to her opponent, making sure he wasn't going to try anything.

"My name's Slypher," she said, hoping to get his name in return. To her, it was a way of saying she won't attack if he doesn't. She was still curious at what he had to say before they continued their duel.

 

[Apollyon]

Feeryn felt the emotions sent to him, he grinned, he was no fool and he had a feeling the pair were up to something, he knew what he sensed in that room...there was little to no hostility. He turned to Slypher and looked over her injuries, they would need to be treated less she risk infections setting in

Those need to be should be sterilized...if an infection sets in you will lose your arm. Don't believe their ruse...I know what I sensed in that room...they are plotting something. I am not sure what but it isn't good...we need to come to terms before we continue. You need energy, and you cannot lie to me I can feel your pain it betrays your every move and I need another weapon if I am to be able to hold my own against these two. So here is what I propose...if I win you hand me over a lightsaber...if you win I will give you what is left of my energy...to an extent. I will channel you enough for you to be able to escape BUT not enough to where I fall unconscious. Do you accept these terms? Feeryn asked before walking to the other side of the room and striking a more aggressive pose.

And my name is Feeryn Cass... He said as he readied himself for a counter attack...he knew any respectable Sith would take his offer and resume the fight immediately.

 

[Kazuya]

‘Okay.’ Melhi replied through the brief mental link that was created between the two of them, wondering a little what Arcturus was planning, though he had a general idea before the Anzat swung his fist into the wall. The change had Melhi’s hand moving to one of the sabers on his belt just out of general instinct though he did not make a move with it; his hand merely rested on the hilt. It was natural for him to be suspicious even if they were in agreement.

Acting like they were fighting… Melhi wasn’t one who was the best actors, but as someone who liked illusions he knew how to pull the wool over the eyes of this opponents. Melhi was not known to shout when he was angry. His anger was usually more of the seething silent anger that would strike out only when needed to. However, for the sake of the ruse he would change that.

“COME ON THEN, LASERBRAIN! I DOUBT YOU HAVE WHAT IT TAKES!” he shouted back Arcturus, allowing himself to think of people who had made him angry in the past so that he could make his anger real; and it was. He found anger in remembering that acolyte from a while ago who had attempted to steal his saber. He found real anger in the many years that he had spent on Quoto’s ship that had ended without much gain. He found anger in the years he had spent as a Jedi. He still had no reason to be angry at Arcturus, but to those not watching them, particularly the other acolytes they wouldn’t be able to tell that this wasn’t real. There was no harmony in the room anymore.

 

[Mr. Teatime]

With a feral roar amplified by his helmet's speakers, Arcturus put out a hand, shoved a fist through the view screen, and pulled out a handfull of wires, bits of metal that were formerly circuits, and one of the crystals it used to form an image. There he threw directly at Melhi's legs, just before a high strike. The circuit-throw could be easily sidestepped and the blow easily blocked, while also leaving Arcturus easily able to defend. It looked quite convincing.

Unfortunately Arcturus did not draw on anger to fuel his abilities. Instead, he drew on a deeper, more powerful emotional pain. Rage was shallow and temporary, but what fueled his power would always be there for him to call upon. He did, however, have a focused killing intent. It was not aimed towards Melhi, however. He was remembering a time long past when he was truly in a rage and focused on killing someone. Harmony was indeed broken quite well in the room by all senses except the visual. Anyone watching may fairly easy be able to tell he wasn't fighting nearly at his fullest. But his honor demanded he prevent an arrogant fool from becoming a General. It simply must not come to pass, or he felt there would be much trouble in the empire's conquests.

 

[Vindictive]

Slypher let a smile creep across her face at the offer. It was one neither of them could refuse. "You've a deal," she said, spinning her sabers until they were in their comfortable reverse-grip position. She took only half a second to examine her foe before making her first strike, slicing with both sabers at his prosthetic limbs. She made sure her stance was capable of allowing defense against any counter measure, but so that she could still make another move.

If he avoided the strike in anyway, she would still send a telekinetic burst that would send him back a little, enough for her to keep a safe distance before making her second strike. The move wasn't strong or powerful, but enough to put distance between them. She wasn't going to use much of her force energy unless she absolutely had to. Even if she was going to obtain new energy, she needed to conserve what she had so that she could at least make it to the end of their fight.

If he didn't avoid the attack, though, she would use another amount of her energy to send a strike of force lightning at his legs, which would render them useless and send volts of electricity through his body. If it didn't incapacitate him, it would put him at her level at least. She knew if she did that, she would only have enough force energy to use one more bust of telekinesis before reverting strictly to lightsaber combat and retreating, enforcing a hit and run tactic, while she recharged her force energy. She wasn't going to lose this fight. She couldn't allow herself to.

 

[Apollyon]

Feeryn watched as Slypher's body ducked low to strike his prosthetics, Feeryn leapt over her body, he landed with a slight stumble, he was not completely used to the new sensations the legs brought when landing. He turned swiftly to his for and sliced at her back in a diagonal fashion, it would cleave from the upper right portion of her back to the lower left. It would not cleave shoulder to hip as the blade would first come into contact right below the joint that held her shoulder in place and end just before the hip began, it would not be a deep cut, it wouldn't be immediately fatal, but without treatment Feeryn knew the woman would die.

In case she manage to avoid that ruthless counter Feeryn unleashed a small cone of deadly flames from his right palm, if she couldn't recover from his first attack.quickly.she would be set ablaze by the unearthly.fire, and with their close.proximity it would be nearly impossible for her to do so without expending more of her precious energy. Feeryn would obtain the upper hand at all costs, he would prove to himself how strong he truly was.

 

[Kazuya]

‘Tch… loud..’ Melhi grumbled inwardly looking at Arcturus as the helmet speakers amplified the roar, narrowing his eyes. That combined with the crunch of metal and glass had him on edge. He disliked noises like that greatly. He followed the movement of his opponent’s hand, and jumped up as his opponent threw the shards towards his legs, doing a back-flip to the other side of the chair to dodge the high strike.

The Elomin faced Arcturus rolled his shoulders tempted to ignite his sabers to make at least the spar more… interesting than petty physical moves, but he refrained from doing so. He did not make a move, hands still over his lightsabers, preferring to watch Acturus for another move. So far, it had not been of interest to him to make a rebuttal, the fight was not interesting enough just yet. "A little toss of some circuitry, and a physical blow? come now, Arcturus, make this more interesting."