Kielor
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IC: Apprentice Kielor
Golgata, Catacombs of Kalee
6/7
Note: hit approved by GM
Kielor bursts through the dusty haze to lock with his opponent. The ashen cowl of his robe casting shadows about the visage of his durasteel faceplate; the robe fluttering in the breeze created by the kinetic energy of his rapid dash toward the younger man. The entire arena was now bathed in flame, the fiery glow illuminating even the farthest reaches of the ancient catacomb, reflecting off the exposed surfaces of Kielor’s helm and armour. Emerging from the dust cloud resembling some ancient beast of flame and shadow, the apprentice of General Invadator joins with Magma.
The blade of the younger man’s lightsaber sweeps from Kielor’s right; the agile strike of a duellist. It was a strike that the older man had been expecting however, and with only a minor adjustment to the angle of his own weapon he is able to catch the strike, locking their blades in a high position with a furious crackle of plasmic energy.
Magma was indeed correct, the superheated air within the arena was not only challenging his lungs, it was heating the plates of his armour to the point which it felt likely they would slowly broil the muscles beneath them. He could feel that his concentration was waning, and that his instincts were beginning to take carriage of his movements. Honed over thirty years of combat, the motion of battle was like second nature to him. He rode the waves of battle, allowing the ebb and flow to take his opponent’s attack and neutralise it, before sweeping back in to deliver his own.
Realising that the crimson blade of his offhand weapon remains on an unfettered path to cleave his housemate, the veteran combatant pivots fluidly, using the lock of their blades as a kinetic fulcrum to turn counter clockwise and barge into the side of his opponent. The impact of his sizable frame knocks the other man off balance, allowing Kielor to follow through with a stepping side kick to his torso. “You should focus less on my comfort, and more on my attacks brother,” Kielor huffs out, his lungs burning from exertion and the lack of oxygen.
The last thing that the middle aged man wanted was to maim his housemate, and while he was feeling clearly addled by the conditions of the Deadlock, he would not allow his thirst for battle to claim the life of a brother in arms.
Powers used:
Augmentation (1)
Tutaminis (2)
Jar Kai (2)
TAG: @Ben Sargent ( Magma ) @Reiis Invadator @Grievance Vexx @Darth Cruor
Golgata, Catacombs of Kalee
6/7
Note: hit approved by GM
Kielor bursts through the dusty haze to lock with his opponent. The ashen cowl of his robe casting shadows about the visage of his durasteel faceplate; the robe fluttering in the breeze created by the kinetic energy of his rapid dash toward the younger man. The entire arena was now bathed in flame, the fiery glow illuminating even the farthest reaches of the ancient catacomb, reflecting off the exposed surfaces of Kielor’s helm and armour. Emerging from the dust cloud resembling some ancient beast of flame and shadow, the apprentice of General Invadator joins with Magma.
The blade of the younger man’s lightsaber sweeps from Kielor’s right; the agile strike of a duellist. It was a strike that the older man had been expecting however, and with only a minor adjustment to the angle of his own weapon he is able to catch the strike, locking their blades in a high position with a furious crackle of plasmic energy.
Magma was indeed correct, the superheated air within the arena was not only challenging his lungs, it was heating the plates of his armour to the point which it felt likely they would slowly broil the muscles beneath them. He could feel that his concentration was waning, and that his instincts were beginning to take carriage of his movements. Honed over thirty years of combat, the motion of battle was like second nature to him. He rode the waves of battle, allowing the ebb and flow to take his opponent’s attack and neutralise it, before sweeping back in to deliver his own.
Realising that the crimson blade of his offhand weapon remains on an unfettered path to cleave his housemate, the veteran combatant pivots fluidly, using the lock of their blades as a kinetic fulcrum to turn counter clockwise and barge into the side of his opponent. The impact of his sizable frame knocks the other man off balance, allowing Kielor to follow through with a stepping side kick to his torso. “You should focus less on my comfort, and more on my attacks brother,” Kielor huffs out, his lungs burning from exertion and the lack of oxygen.
The last thing that the middle aged man wanted was to maim his housemate, and while he was feeling clearly addled by the conditions of the Deadlock, he would not allow his thirst for battle to claim the life of a brother in arms.
Powers used:
Augmentation (1)
Tutaminis (2)
Jar Kai (2)
TAG: @Ben Sargent ( Magma ) @Reiis Invadator @Grievance Vexx @Darth Cruor