Event Deathtober Do-Or-Die House Cruor Death Match

[Evis Dharkar’ta]

Death Apprentice Duraanir
Kalee, Golgata Arena

2/7

Sharkish fell to the ground with a solid thump and her lightsaber strike only stuck a part of his pauldron with a loud thissss instead of his arm like she had intended to hit. Seeing Sharkish lightsaber coming at her from his position on the ground, Duraanir gracefully leaped and flipped over the lightsaber easily with the force augmenting her body, and only just avoiding both of his feeble attacks. As she came down she twisted around as he stood up and mentioned something about not even knowing how she takes her caff.

“Well, I take my Caff with a little bit of cream and a couple of sugars.” Duraanir spoke as she locked blades with Sharkish. Then she brought her saber hilt up, twisting her body away from his saber, towards his chin in a uppercut motion and hopefully pushing his saber away. After the uppercut, Durranir brought the blade down towards his head to cut it off. “Hopefully you wouldn’t mind heading out of this fight?”

Skills Used:
Force Augmentation- 1

@DarthNoxia, @Grievance Vexx , @Darth Cruor, @Reiis Invadator, @Sharkish’Ki

 

[Grievance Vexx]

Deadlock Update - High Ground

As the opening attacks and counters unfold all around the arena, the Krigsbefallaf is on the move. With the coliseum lowered into the setting it has become, he and the General now stand on a ledge that circles the entire scene below, giving them full aerial view of each contender. Grievance Vexx paces this ledge now, his hands clasped behind his cloaked back as he takes in the scene.

Knight Karros and Izvoshra warrior Raseri Av’Kliporna are definitely engaged, having already attacked, evaded, parried, and counterattacked. Vexx has known Raseri for a while now and he had known she would be eager to test her mettle against the challenge that a wielder of the Force presents. Even from here, he can see the sheer delight gleaming in her fiery eyes. Likewise, he can feel the Owl’s presence in the Force; intense, determined. The bartender does indeed seem like he is out to switch jobs to an undertaker.

Apprentices Keilor and Magma have certainly come at each other unsparingly with the General’s apprentice aiming to disembowel while Lord Cruak’s apprentice responds to the offense with a well-aimed strike below the belt. Their sabers collide in a flash of light as the blades and their wielders contend for dominance. At this rate, the aggression can only intensify as they break away from each other only to attack once more.

His own and the General’s apprentice Sharkish’ki hides nothing in his intentions as he shouts his double-edged greeting to his sister of House Cruor, acknowledging Duraanir’s presence and daring her to best him all in one thunderous shout. The sister of Cruor manages to evade and respond with a counterattack of the Force through telekinesis, aiming to upset the warrior’s balance and exploit the disadvantage she hopes to create. From there, they recollect themselves and move for another go at each other.

Vexx can feel the determination culminating in the vast coliseum of the dead, fueling the Dark Side energy that hangs heavy all around them, palpable by spectators and contenders alike. That energy only thickens as a cloaked Kaleesh warrior steps out of the shadows, large and imposing, eyes lacking pupils taking in the scene below with mischievous interest. The Krigsbefallaf makes eye contact with the nameless Kaleesh and inclines his head to him as though granting him clearance to do as he pleases, then his eyes return to the scene below.

As Karros moves to try and take off Raseri’s arm or, at the very least, her fingers, it is as though her blade itself is offended by the Death Knight’s attack. All at once, the lig sword is telekinetically yanked from the Kaleesh female’s hand and it flies at Karros, who now stands behind her, directly in line to carve a path right between his eyes. Raseri looks shocked, clearly not responsible for this phenomenon, but she hasn’t much time to think about it as the connecting tether on the sword she still holds begins to coil tightly around her wrist like a snake with a mind of its own, causing indentations in her warrior arm wraps as it increases pressure to the point of cutting off circulation.

Meanwhile, something else occurs that will effect all the fighters present. There is a deep and ominous rumbling like stone grinding against stone as the arena floor begins to shift, tipping at an angle so all the brave Cruorites now fight with a rather steep incline in the mix and, depending on where they stand, this shift could be advantageous or alarmingly opposite. For Karros and Raseri, the Kaleesh warrior has the high ground; for Kielor and Magma, it is Kielor who will have to negotiate from the lowered end of the arena; for Sharkish’ki and Duraanir, the assassin now looks down upon her warrior opponent. The footing is tricky for all as it is a smooth stone slab littered with the grit of sand and loose pebbles. A careless step could lead to a slip or a stumble, but these are the conditions they now must face and use every bit of their training to dominate their opponent on uneven ground.

Tag: @Karros Zaruiel, @Reiis Invadator, @Kielor, @Ben Sargent ( Magma ), @Sharkish’Ki, @Evis Dharkar’ta, @Rayge, @Darth Cruor, @Darth Xxys

 

[Karros Zaruiel]

IC: Death Knight Karros Zaruiel

Kalee, Golgata catacombs

Move 3/7

Instead of striking either flesh or blade he had expected, Karros' blade instead passed effortlessly through empty air as he spun. He was, at least, able to evade any injury. However, Karros had just come to a full stop in his rotation with the Owl several steps behind his opponent and his guard barely back up again when something...unexpected happened. His opponent's sword in her right hand blade flew out of her grip and began flying at the Concierge's face like a guided missile or lance. Behind it the blade she held in her left hand seemed to be interfering with her via the tether to her wrist as if the weapon had suddenly developed a mind of its own.

Bending backwards and lowering his center of gravity via bending his knees, Karros moved to dodge the bladed projectile the same way one would pass under a limbo bar. Albeit a rather deadly limbo bar. Lowering himself so far to the ground that the back of his shoulders touched the arena floor, the Concierge dropped to floor, letting the blade overshoot him where the sword would proceed to fly over him. As the sword would pass overhead Karros would slash upwards in an arc with his left saber - intending to knock it off course and as far away from either of them as it passed overhead - though his strike was just as much intended to intercept any attacks it may launch at him if it decided to abruptly change course mid-flight.

No sooner had he begun the arc of his saber did the whole arena begin to shift. The ground began to tilt underneath him. As the entire arena floor began to tilt into a steep thirty degree angle and rising Karros began to slide backwards across the smooth stone floor. Thankfully his continued use of Force Speed allowed the Owl to realize this change with a hairline's more amount of time to register and react. While his left saber swung upwards at his opponent's flying sword, Karros quickly flipped his right saber into reverse grip and sank it emitter-deep into the ground at an angle in an attempt to halt his slide and to provide himself an anchor in the tilting floor. He had no clue how quickly a lightsaber's blade would cleave through stone when positioned like this but hopefully it would halt or at least slow his sliding descent. Once his left saber had finished its arc - regardless of whether it had knocked away the blade, parried a potential counterattack or even made contact at all - the Owl would likewise flip it into reverse grip and sink its blade into the tilting arena floor at an angle like its twin. Hopefully two sabers would provide double the anchoring leverage.

If all went well his slide would come to a stop on his back with his feet pointing towards his opponent in the direction of the raised portion of the arena. And if by some miracle this was, in fact, the outcome, Karros would then use both of his feet to kick towards his opponent in a single, two-foot stomping motion. Though at this point there would certainly more then enough distance that the kick would not connect, Karros never intended it to. Instead his stomping motion was the focusing gesture to unleash a fireball from his feet towards his opponent. Aimed at her lower body, it would hopefully set her clothes on fire or unbalance her atop the slope if she tried to dodge. Either way it would at the very least provide covering fire for the Concierge.

After he had shot off his fireball Karros would cease his use of Force Speed as to avoid it debilitating him, let his feet drop to chest level against the stone floor and begin to attempt to climb towards the raised portion of the arena floor, repeatedly withdrawing and stabbing his lightsabers into the stone as he climbed with his sabers used as improvised climbing picks.

Force Powers used:
Augmentation - 2 (cont.)
Force Speed - 2 (cont.)
Pyrokinesis - 2

Tags: @Reiis Invadator @Grievance Vexx @Darth Cruor

 

[Sharkish’Ki]

Title Track:

Move 3/7

IC: Sharkish’Ki
Kalee, Golgata Arena.

Duraanir’s acrobatics were impressive, as she effortlessly avoided both of his attacks, including his offensive Force use. Sharkish’Ki felt a spark of rage ignite within him, as he wasn’t used to his efforts being so easily dismissed. When it came to afflicting his skills upon non-Force users, if he wanted something to happen, it generally did. Her blade lock came at no surprise, as the fledgling assassin set the pace for the next flurry of blows.

“Aah, there’s the assassin spirit! And I’ll make a mental note, so as to get it right…” There was strength behind Duraanir’s blade that befit the Mandalorian as he thought about mocking her, their muscles tensing beneath their meagre protective garments, as she pushed him clear to make space for her retaliation. He grinned.
“You know, to let A4-D know, for when you emerge from your bacta-tank!”

Her blade came down hard, cleaving the air with the iconic, wizzing noise of the plasma blade. Smirking at her pun, Sharkish’Ki quickly intercepted the strike with a high, horizontal blade that clashed with an intense flash of white that cast deep shadows on the ground around them. In a smooth, swift motion, he stepped to his right, allowing her to follow through in her swing as his blade forced it downwards, hoping she’d overstep. With her blade now low, he held his sabre firmly in his left, confident in his command over the cortosis-weave synth-muscles, and let go with his clawed hand, rapidly balling it into a tight fist before jabbing downwards on her exposed jaw. If it made contact, she would wish she’d worn her helm, as he poured that spark of anger into the punch that would rend the flesh from her impeccable mandible.
“I like mine with a little kick to it,” he snickered, “If you get my meaning”.

His attack was cut short, as was his banter, as the ground beneath his feet began to vibrate with a deep rumbling, with the sounds of grinding stone on stone. The dust and pebbles began to haze on the ancient surface, gravitating toward each other like swarms of insects to rotting meat, before they began dancing in unison towards him. His stance jolted as the arena began shifting, tilting upwards, and if weren’t for his experience of traversing the precarious ruins of Taris’ Undercity, he may have lost his footing. His weight shifted through his ankles and knees as he found one leg climbing higher than the other, his boots looking to dig into the subsiding grit. He recoiled his arms, sweeping his lightsaber wide and placing his clawed gauntlet out ahead of him like a raptor’s talons, glistening and thirsty for prey.

He may be half on his toes, but his eyes were locked on her. Duraanir may have the high ground, but she would find Sharkish’Ki dangerously prone to pouncing on her back.


Powers Used:
Force Defence - 1 (cntd)
Makashi - 1


Tags: @Grievance Vexx @Reiis Invadator @Darth Cruor @Evis Dharkar’ta

 

[Kielor]

IC: Apprentice Kielor
Golgata, Catacombs of Kalee

3/7

The ground shifts, and the middle aged Apprentice feels his footing lose traction, sliding down slope momentarily. At the same time he feels a sharp tug on the back of his robe, bringing him to rest on his rump briefly. His right leg leading, outstretched on the downward incline, Kielor slides for a couple of yards, supporting himself with his right palm; the deep indigo blade of his lightsaber illuminating the floor, leading his way as a trail of dust lifts in his wake.

Twisting to bring his left knee into the ground, he plants his left hand onto the floor and brings his mainhand weapon back to bear. Glaring through the durasteel plate of his helm, he locks his gaze upon his opponent.

It’s over, he has the high ground!

He smirks, the expression invisible behind the mask, and rises to his full height upon the canted surface of the arena floor. Kielor spreads his arms loosely, his dual lightsabers held fast within his grip. A casual invitation to his Housemate to bring the fight to him.
Once again he has found himself in a position of vulnerability. Just another opportunity for growth. An opportunity to adapt.

TAG: @Ben Sargent ( Magma ) @Reiis Invadator @Grievance Vexx @Darth Cruor

OOC: Kielor is pulling one of these moves, except darker, and with 2 weapons.

 

[Tobbi Airskipper]

IC: Tobbi Airskipper

Kalee

Tobbi had long heard the buzz of this event through adverts broadcasted within the faithful Sith Empire. The event from the Holonet's viewing looked intriguing. It seemed that something important was happening soon, so Tobbi had decided to enter the event as a mere spectator and learn all he could from these glorious duelists.

Tobbi's ship, the X-70 B Phantom ship, glided through the Kaleesh skies, parting the clouds, and from within the safety of his cockpit, Tobbi looked from above, gazing upon the Kalee Battlegrounds. Even from the heavens, Tobbi could sense the passion from the combatants below; he could even feel the dark and overwhelming presence of two dark council members, Lord Xxys and Lord Vexx.

The event was open to everyone, and Tobbi had decided that he would take this opportunity to learn everything he possibly could. The descent and landing were smooth, no problems encountered, and opening the ramp, Tobbi descended to see a procession of Kaleesh guards outside the spectator arena. The Kaleesh guards nodded, and Tobbi nodded back as he descended a few meters and passed through a winding pathway that finally opened into a vast atrium. The haunting visage of decapitated skulls lines the crypt along with a faint antique and ancient smell.

Once descended into the spectator's view, Tobbi saw Lord Vexx and Lord Xxys watching the entertainment befold before them. Tobbi felt the stadium's tremors and was briefly off-balanced by them, needing to pause to make sure he didn't embarrass himself by tripping over his feet. Once close enough, Tobbi could see Kielor taunting his opponent and see other members of house Cruor in various predicaments. The young apprentice would soon realize he was within earshot of Lord Vexx and Lord Xxys, bowing before them;

"Hail Lord Vexx, Hail Lord Xxys! I hope I made it in time to watch the festivities unfold. I am fascinated by the lore and culture of the Kaleesh, these customs are so passionate and filled with vigor."

Tobbi spoke, commenting on Kaleesh culture to Lord Vexx.

TAG: @Grievance Vexx @Darth Xxys

 

[Ben Sargent ( Magma )]

IC Magma Sith Apprentice of house Cruor

Magma was on the High ground and could see Keilor was down and in a position of Vulnerability, many options were possible to do but which one the young apprentice will use against his opponent he closed his eyes to meditate quickly to see what could be the scenario with some of the Attacks on Kielor.

He finally found which attack he will use on the other apprentice he look at his opponent and he turned his left sabre off and put it back on his belt, he raised his left hand and used his force drain Ability to take some of the energy of Kielor if Magma succeeds Kielor will be weak and will have a hard time to stand up if not Magma will attempt an other of his force power.

“You are fighting well brother but the battle is not over, it's just the pre-workout,” said Magma with a brag tone but still have respect for his housemate and he smirked from the High ground.

Power Used : Force Drain -1

 

[Grievance Vexx]

Deadlock Update - Ring of Fire ​

Raseri barely notices her loose blade flying to carve a path through Karros’s face. She battles panic as the tether on the sword still with her coils tighter and tighter around her wrist. She can feel her heart pounding in her veins and her ruddy skin takes on a purplish hue as the tether effectively cuts off circulation. The Kaleesh Izvoshra warrior gives a guttural cry of rage as she seizes the tether with her free hand and works to uncoil it. She knows it is only a matter of time before Karros will try to exploit her state of distraction. How does she know this? It is what she would do.

She manages to free her arm just in time as the arena tilts with her on the higher end of the angle. While the claws of her hands and bandaged feet give her security in holding her ground, she doesn’t like this one bit and she shoots a poisonous glare at the Krigsbefallaf to say as much, fairly certain it is he who is responsible for this little shenanigan.

“Stinkande kraftanvändare!” she growls in Kaleesh as Karros launches a fireball at her. She manages to leap away from it, grappling the stone with her claws. Her movement and abilities are indeed similar to Lord Vexx’s, but nowhere near as surefooted or secure in her ability to anchor herself, lacking the weight and raw power to do so against stone.

Meanwhile, Vexx catches her eye and chuckles darkly, exchanging another glance with the mysterious Kaleesh with him on the ledge above. Raseri’s blade, which she thought was lost after being deflected by Karros, returns to her, though it is aimed as though to penetrate straight through her core. Again, she dodges, but the sword pierces a loose portion of her clothing and embeds itself in the stone beneath her.

“Very funny, har-har-har,” she spits, hesitant to put her arm through the tether of her blade to keep it with her yet free her hands to extricate the returned sword. Instead, she places her foot on its hilt, using it as a place to secure her footing while she leans out to try to stab the nearing Karros through the back, tearing her garment free as she does so. “I will pin you like a bug, kraftanvändare!”

As all of this unfolds between Raseri and Karros, elsewhere in the arena, Kielor is challenging Magma to bring the fight to him. Whether Magma obliges or not is apparently not his choice to make as the apprentice of Lord Crúak will feel a sudden Force-push from behind, shoving him down toward the General’s apprentice. If he is not quick with his reflexes, he very well could skid straight into Kielor, who would only need to aim his blade and let gravity do the rest.

Duraanir, distracted by the sudden tilt in the arena floor, will pay a price in pain for allowing her response time to be delayed even a fraction of a second as Sharkish’ki’s gauntleted fist connects with her jaw. If bone is not broken, she surely will at the very least be seeing stars momentarily and feel the sticky warmth of blood congealing on her cheek and trickling down the side of her neck. First blood spilt in the arena. Things can only become more heated now.

And heated is exactly what they become as another tremor rattles the arena. The lanterns hanging from the gigantic ribs jutting up out of the ground sway with the force of the quake, eventually shaking loose and shattering. Something where they land is indeed very flammable as the arena quickly becomes a ring of fire burning like lava in a circular trench all around the fighting space, trapping the combatants inside a temperature rapidly rising.



The flames encircle the participants, slithering around the arena as if an immense reptile set ablaze. They would clearly feel the heat from the flames as expected but what they wouldn't notice until they were fatigued further and breathing heavier is that the temperature within the coliseum has been slowly rising as the flames burn brighter and grow ever more violent. The sheer size of the blaze is enough to drain the oxygen from any within its snare, but still there seems to be restricted amounts for the participants as each would feel their lungs burning, struggling to drag any available oxygen into their grasp. A similar effect of higher altitudes, nothing deathly but certainly enough to cause their bodies to struggle with such an easy, thoughtless behavior.

Tag: @Karros Zaruiel, @Reiis Invadator, @Kielor, @Ben Sargent ( Magma ), @Sharkish’Ki, @Evis Dharkar’ta, @Rayge, @Darth Cruor, @Darth Xxys

 

[Sharkish’Ki]

Title Track:

Move 4/7

IC: Sharkish’Ki
Kalee, Golgata Arena


Sharkish’Ki shot a concerned look behind him, as a warmth rolled over him like blast from a sub-light engine, billowing his cloak like a Tarisian summer breeze. A dust plume flushed across the arena floor with it, ushering in a fresh sense of urgency. The flames weren’t gentle, and they weren’t comforting, even at this distance.
He snapped his head back to his target; the assassin had recoiled from his punch, seemingly gripping her jaw. His outstretched hand yielded the first blood of the tournament, as a sheen now covered the durasteel plating consisting of the rapidly congealing blood of his House-sister. He smirked, and his heart rate increased as the thrill stimulated his senses. The sanguine droplets that had nearly instantly baked, mingled with the grit and dust that threatened to sweep away misstepping competitors or those with poor footwear.

“Sorry about that! I couldn’t help myself. It looks like it hurts! Do you wanna bow out now? I’m sure Lord Xxys would enjoy a foot rub!” He laughed, as a bead of sweat ran down his forehead, amalgamating with the hairs of his eyebrow.

He knew that despite the jest of his tone, there would be no mistake that she’d be furious, and the only way to quell that would be to put her out for good, or at least keep the pressure on, and force her to make more mistakes. His will to beat her would pervade through his motions, as he dug into the Force like a sand demon, his lighthearted expression becoming predatory once again as he eyed Duraanir as nothing more than an obstacle.

Sharkish’Ki took a breath and coughed. Whilst he was used to life well above sea-level, as a citizen of the Upper City of Taris, he suddenly noticed the just how disharmonized his lungs were since leaving, nearly two years ago. It wouldn’t phase him. Even with the heat, and the fire consuming so much oxygen, his body was suited to such an environment, even if his lungs had forgotten. His body, enhanced by his strength in the Force, would be more than enough.

From his low position on his toes, he leapt uphill like a hungry Tuk’ata, instantly sweeping his hand over the hilt into a backhand grip. His arms were high, as his clawed gauntlet met the raised blade a fraction of a second before descending into Duraanir’s lower back, attempting to pierce her kidney and whatever other lower extremities the plasma blade would make light work of.


Powers used:
Force Defence 1 (cntd)
Makashi 1 (cntd)
Augmentation 1


Tags: @Grievance Vexx @Reiis Invadator @Darth Cruor @Evis Dharkar’ta

 

[Kielor]

IC: Apprentice Kielor
Golgata, Catacombs of Kalee

4/7

The middle aged apprentice grits his teeth, as the muscles in his lower legs take the strain of the canted surface of the catacomb arena. He had fought in many arenas, literal or otherwise, however the fury inflicted upon the muscles within his shins by virtue of the mercilessly flat and now sloped floor was like nothing which he had dealt with; nor so much as considered. He would need to stay mobile, lest his legs cramp up. That could be disastrous for his acrobatic and kinetic style of combat.

Bouncing to his left foot, then stepping horizontally across the floor to his right foot, he shifts his weight back and forth. Watching his opponent, Kielor studies him, searching for the sign of what he hopes to be a committed and entirely hostile attack. The Death Warrior is stunned to see his brethren return a lightsaber to his belt and raise his hand. Bracing for an incoming assault, Kielor draws on the pain which has begun to swell in his legs. He draws on the anxiety and adrenaline of combat. He draws in the musty decay of the tomb and those whose corpses have been laid rest in this place over the countless ages and he pours that energy to feed the dark side of the force. Channeling that energy into a defense against the force attack which he can see his opponent is readying to unleash upon him. Yet no vibrant arcs of Sith Lightning traces the distance between them. No gout of flame bursts forth from the hand of his opponent. He cannot so much as feel a tickle upon his trachea. His confusion would only last but a moment, however, as he quickly feels the power of the dark side being drawn away from him. As though his very strength was being sucked into the void.

He snickers. A single heartfelt snort and a half smile. Not what I was expecting, he ponders.

Kielor had never fought Magma. He had not even seen his housemate in combat; he’d never been voyeuristic. He was unsure whether the same would be said for his opponent. However it was clear that he had identified Kielor as someone who he did not want to get up close and personal with. Unfortunately, that is where Kielor does his best work. That was where Kielor wanted to be. Close enough to smell the sweat of his opponent. Close enough to feel their adrenaline, not just his own. The two housemates had been chosen for this dance, it was only right that they got to know each other.

Kielor would need to make that happen quickly if he was to avoid having all of his strength taken from him. Already he had begun to feel heavy. Not lethargic yet, but between the slanted floor and the attack on his connection to the dark side there was certainly a burden weighing upon him. To his utter shock and giddy excitement, the middle aged man is stunned to see Magma lurching unexpectedly in his direction. That’s m’boy! he muses, as he readies himself to re-engage. Bracing his weapons in a dual wielding stance to embrace his dance partner in a few steps he acquired during his youth in the seedy cantinas on Nar Shaddaa.

Not but a moment after his opponent lunges forward another deep tremor shakes the catacomb, and the lanterns which had illuminated the area crash to the floor. In their wake erupts a mammoth serpentine blaze which rapidly encircles the entire floor of the pit in which the warriors of House Cruor have chosen to spend Deathtober together. The tree was lit. The halls had been flocked. What a merry occasion, and who better to spend it with than your brothers and sisters, sabers drawn and held before one another’s throat. Despite the fleeting pain and the drawing upon his energy, Kielor was filled with happiness. The amber glow from the moat of fire glittered upon the durasteel plate of his battle armour. He even thought he had caught a whiff of blood in the air, the copper tang alighting ever so faintly upon on the back of his pallet. It was invigorating. Combat had always been his passion, and this was turning out to be the best Deathtober ever!

Powers:
Feed on the Darkside (2)
Force Resistance (2)
Jar kai (2)

TAG: @Ben Sargent ( Magma ) @Reiis Invadator @Grievance Vexx @Darth Cruor

 

[Karros Zaruiel]

IC: Death Knight Karros Zaruiel

Kalee, Golgata catacombs

Move 4/7

The Concierge had not let his climb distract him from keeping an eye on his opponent as he scaled the tilted arena floor. For her part she had leapt off to the side in order to successfully dodge his fireball. Disappointing but the fireball did its job as covering fire. The sword he had deflected did indeed seem to have a mind of its own. Arcing back around it flew back at its owner like a vengeful boomerang. She dodged it, leaping further off to the side as the blade buries itself to the hilt into the stone floor. Using the buried blade as a anchor for her precarious footing - not unlike what Karros was doing - she then reached out with her free blade in an effort to impale him through the back into the floor.

At this point she had leapt far enough off to his right during her evasions that her move would require her to extend her body into order to make that attack. Further than what Karros would have been comfortable with had their positions been reversed at least. Seemed to him that she was more concerned with pressing the attack then self-preservation. Such an extension of one's body, coupled with the fact the Karros had been watching her as he climbed back up, meant that her attack was very clearly telegraphed. As his opponent had pulled back her arm to begin her attack, the Owl had pulled his knees to his chest, channeling the Force through his body as he used Telekinesis to ground his footing against the slick stone, Augment his muscle strength and bolster his Jump as he used his sabers as an anchor to pull himself up in a leaping climb and his whole body to propel himself upwards along the slope. As his chest passed where his sabers were embedded in the stone Karros deactivated them, momentarily leaving him in the air while below his opponent's intended impalement would strike nothing but the now empty space where he had previously been, sinking into the stone like its sister blade.

As he started coming back down again Karros re-ignited his sabers, still held in reverse grip, and stabbed them emitter deep into the stone once again to re-establish an anchor. He sank down the slope a small distance due to his momentum. Close enough to be within arm's reach of his opponent if she decided she wanted to make a grab at his feet once his momentum had come to a stop. But her attempted impalement of him would have left her in a dangerously precarious position; her blade, which would have sank hilt-deep into the stone like its twin, would be directly below Karros' feet, give or take a couple feet. His opponent would be stretched almost horizontally across the slope as a result of her attack. Stretched that far out with only her swords as hand- and foothold would nearly leave her almost cartoonishly unbalanced. If Karros had been in her position, he would be more focused on re-establishing his balance then pressing the attack again. Which was what he was going to do. Sort of.

Lifting one foot off the sloped, stone floor, Karros made a hard stomping motion with his foot towards her head, channeling his Telekinesis through it like an extension of his body. His foot would not physically connect with his opponent, but she would still feel like she had just been stomped hard on the crown of her head. Hopefully this would unbalance her enough that she would lose her grip and fall from her perch. Or at least unbalance her to the point that she absolutely had to focus on recovering her balance lest she fall, denying her the chance to attack.

As he looked down at his opponent to aim his stomp the Owl saw how the ground beyond the sloped slab had become alit with fire. If his opponent fell perhaps she'd be denied that chance to even get back up. That worked for him just fine. Still, he wanted to put as much distance between himself and the flames. He questioned whether or not a pyronetic of his caliber would able withstand that great of a blaze. Not while he was focused on climbing at least.

Once he had completed his Telekinetically-enhanced stomp, Karros resumed his climb, once again using his sabers as improvised climbing picks while occasionally looking down at the fate of his opponent - and to see if the flames were going to stay where they were; on the ground below.

Force Powers used:
Augmentation - 2 (cont.)
Force Telekinesis - 2
Force Jump - 1

Tags: @Reiis Invadator @Grievance Vexx @Darth Cruor

 

[Ben Sargent ( Magma )]

IC Magma Death Apprentice of House Cruor

The Young Sith Apprentice felt something moving under his feet he looked all around him and it was the rink of the Arena he placed his feet, in consequence, to make sure he doesn't fall, The smell of old corpse was pretty strong many people lost their lives here but on this Deathtober no one risk to die and lay here for the eternity like all the previous fighter who lost their life.

Magma Looked down at saw Kielor from the distance but he was not getting weak due to the force drain attempt of the apprentice of Lord Cruak, his right hand who was standing up for the force drain power slowly go down but now Kielor is in position ready to attack the other apprentice.

The young boy decided to put one foot upfront and one in the back to be in a defensive position his left hand still equipped with his saber with his right hand that was at the level of his belt he grabbed the hilt of his shot saber and put it behind him and he inate the crimson blade.

With all the dark side energy that was present in the arena Magma was able to feel it too it was pretty strong his brown eyes changed to his yellow Sith eyes fueled by the power of the darkness he look at his housemate and say “I feel the darkness too brother and you are a good warrior” at the same moment flames were visible all around the rink.

From the rink we were able to see all the Members of the House Cruor who decided to participate in the event of the Deathtober it was marvellous to see all the brothers and sisters of the house together as a team.

Magma Was ready to see what will be the move of Kielor whatever it will be he will be ready to attempt to block it.

Force Power Used :

None

 

[Evis Dharkar’ta]

Death Apprentice Duraanir
Kalee

4/7


Duraanir swung at Sharkish’s head and he managed to raise his lightsaber to block her attack. Growling in dissatisfaction, Duraanir failed to see him raise his fist and punch her jaw. Duraanir recoiled and grabbed her bloodied jaws as it dripped down her face, growing angrier Duraanir looked down at her opponent calculating the best way to take him down. But, before she could get far into that line of thinking, the whole arena tilted causing the Mandolorian to stumble and slide down a part of the ring, putting her back to Sharkish and then the edges of the ring promptly caught on fire. Feeling beads of sweat start coming down her brow and her breath starts to labor to do what it does normally. Sharkish had been murmuring about if she would be bowing down and surrendering so that she could give Lord Xxys a foot rub and some other nonsense and he let a strained cough. It seems that he isn’t all that used to the heat. Duraanir turned to face her enemy and focused on the force to augment her body as Sharkish tried to pounce her lower back, but as he was doing that, Duraanir used her power of Shadowstrike to kick Sharkish right in the sternum. It would hopefully do two things, knock his breath out of him, and knock him off course and maybe into the fire around the edges.

“You sure do talk a lot. Maybe you should heat things up a bit.” She practically spat at Sharkish. “It’s time you learned that I’m not a mere obstacle in your path, I will be the one handing you your defeat. You might have gotten first blood, but that’s all you’re going to get from me.” She flourished her saber and stepped into a defensive stance while trying to keep her balance breathing heavily.

Powers Used:
Force Augmentation- 1
Shadowstrike- 1

@Grievance Vexx, @Reiis Invadator, @Darth Cruor, @DarthNoxia, @Sharkish’Ki

 

[Grievance Vexx]

DEADLOCK UPDATE - GETTING EVEN ​

Raseri’s stab for Karros’s spine is indeed a bold move. Perhaps a bit too bold as the Izvoshra warrior loses her balance and overcorrects to keep from falling, her sword clanging and throwing sparks as it stabs into the stone floor. As Karros takes the high ground, the Kaleesh does indeed have plans to grab him by his ankles, a move she had learned from some decidedly unorthodox warrior who had visited Kalee multiple times.

Unfortunately, she isn’t expecting another Force attack. No wonder Karolus Rexx Sheelal had once claimed to view using the power as cheating in combat! It seems like his claim is precisely the truth to her as Karros manages to grant the sensation of being stomped on top of her head without actually touching her!

“You will pay for that, you rutten fågelpojke!” she growls, about to make a lunge in an attempt to seize Karros’s foot in her double-thumbed grip, but just as she makes that attempt, the arena floor suddenly and violently drops, returning to its original state. Both Raseri and Karros will be slammed against the stone floor, but it is likely the Kaleesh warrior will feel it more with no way to lessen the jarring impact.

The crashing force of the arena leveling out once again loosens Raseri’s swords from the stone they are embedded in and they slam down flat, one within arm’s reach of where she lands, trying to recover quickly in spite of her reeling head and having the wind knocked out of her.

“When I am finished with you,” she half groans, half growls, snatching her sword and picking herself up to fetch the other one, “I am going to have a word with that Krigsbefallaf of yours, playing with the arena like it is a toy.”

Elsewhere in the arena, Sharkish’ki makes a lethal attack on Duraanir. She just manages to save her balance and attempt a solid blow to her opponent’s sternum that will hopefully spare her another injury from the warrior’s zeal. As the arena drops back to its natural horizontal position, however, both of them will be jarred and possibly cast down by the impact.

At the same time, the leveling of the arena floor upsets the balance of Kielor and Magma as well. The impact sends Kielor lurching forward with his opponent cast backward, both unexpectedly thrown off balance as their footing comes to rest evenly once more.

The thunderous impact of the arena floor righting itself causes a quaking throughout the catacombs. Stones, debris, and skeletal remains rain down on the combatants, pelting them wherever they stand in the fire-enclosed circle of doom and causing mass amounts of dust to mingle with the hot and smoky air. Even Grievance Vexx, the ever watchful overseer glowering down upon them, turns away in a coughing fit.

“Do not be shy, my friend,” Vexx coughs, speaking to the mysterious Kaleesh still with him and the General up on the ledge that circles the arena, “Raseri is certainly not going to hold back in her anger. Why should you in good fun?”



Glancing towards the Dark Lord, the Kaleesh tilted his head in acknowledgment and then turned his sights to the arena, his white eyes growing evermore pale and filling with cloud-like objects as he lifted both arms to the sky. The flames began to wave uncontrollably while still maintaining their sheer size but instead of stretching towards the sky it embarked on a new path. The flames leaned over following a counterclockwise path being enforced by a strong, continually growing gust that easily seemed out of place. The breeze created by the mysterious Kaleesh swelled, growing more ferocious as each second passed, eventually fully engulfing the whole of the arena in a half-circle. The tornado-like blazes lashed out towards the participants within it releasing solar flare-esque bursts of heat whipping forth from the walls at random. If one were to be hit with such an outbreak they would undergo the same extreme as if being cast to the flames of Mustafar.

Tag: @Karros Zaruiel, @Kielor, @Sharkish’Ki, @Ben Sargent ( Magma ), @Evis Dharkar’ta, @Reiis Invadator, @Rayge, @Darth Cruor, @Darth Xxys

 

[Sharkish’Ki]

Title Track:

Move 5/7

IC: Sharkish’Ki
Kalee, Golgata Arena

Sharkish’Ki was mid leap when he felt the Force gathering around Duraanir. A moment felt like an eternity as he hung there, the blade of raging plasma not a hair’s breadth from her, as the Force manifested between them, it’s focal point hitting him square in the sternum.

His diaphragm was already contracted from the leap, and his mind and body remained bolstered against aggressive Force concentrations. This was not enough, as time caught up with his perception. His blade slammed into the stonework of the tilting arena floor as the materialisation of the Force knocked him back, denying him his strike. The plasma bit deep into the rock, as he watched Duraanir regain her defence. He reached out to the ground with his prosthetic, scrabbling at the dusty stone to balance himself, all the while his blade, held firm in his gauntlet, scored a hissing scar into the arena, refusing to let friction slow his slide.

His chest ached. His breathing was hindered. He shot a look behind him, almost downwards in relation to the stands circling the arena, as his descent slowed. The fire had grown high, and smoke was beginning to accumulate in the high arches of the ancient underground coliseum, as he watched the distance grow between himself and his House-sister. She was not without skill; that was apparent. Whatever her background, she was receiving strong training in the utility of the Force, and he admired that.

His slide began to slow, as the arena took a violent jolt, aiding Sharkish’Ki’s deceleration as he balanced himself, pulling the sabre from the ground and raising it in front of him as the stone returning to its horizontal resets Sharkish’Ki’s stance. He coughed at the dust that had been disturbed by the sudden stop. The heat had grown, causing him to sweat profusely, as the flames began to billow like leaves in a tornado, at the edges behind him.
He grunted.
“I don’t understand why this has to get so heated!” he snarled. “You’re broken, my dear, and I’ve got plenty left to dish out! Are you sure you want more?” He tossed his sabre quickly into it left hand.
He was going to have to gain ground, once again, as he eyed his injured opponent. He could feel the anger growing within him as he was denied his strike on her. He was sure she couldn’t keep this up for long, with her jaw bleeding and possibly broken. That pain would surely be a hindrance. It mattered not. He knew he could beat her, and so he dug a little deeper into that rage, pulling the Force into his limbs for a rapid attack. He lunged at her once more, zipping towards her in a blinding barge while reaching for her core with the Force, attempting to pull her towards him. If she could not resist, she would find herself skewered by his claw, and if she could not defend, his blade would slash up into her chest.

Powers used:
Force Defence 1 (cntd)
Force Speed 1
Telekinesis 1 (Force pull)

Tags: @Grievance Vexx @Reiis Invadator @Darth Cruor @Evis Dharkar’ta

 

[Kielor]

IC: Apprentice Kielor
Golgata, Catacombs of Kalee

5/7

The middle aged human stands ready. Waiting. Anticipating the attack from his opponent. An attack which does not come. His shoulders slump, as his opponent holds his ground.

“So be it,” he mutters under his breath, the burning ache of his calf muscles causing Kielor to shuffle his weight from side to side.

All the while the flames, they burned higher. Sucking the oxygen out of the catacomb to be consumed by their ember fury. A trickle of sweat rolled down his back, like a rivulet between the muscular flesh of the apprentice and the durasteel plate of his Eradicator Armour. The heat was becoming the real challenge. The atmosphere being starved of oxygen even more so. He was not yet in dire straits, however he could feel that fatigue was setting in, and he had not near exerted himself to the point where he would have expected as much. Perhaps the effects of Magma’s force attack had taken more of a toll on him. Perhaps a combination of all of these things.

Kielor drew himself into the force; deeper than usual. Not just harnessing the power of the darkside to augment his own, no. In this instance he would become one with the force. It connected the universe and all things, and in his doing so he was able to lessen the impact of the heat. He was even able to reduce his body’s demand for oxygen, although it was taking far too much concentration for him to be able to sustain such a condition. However he didn’t believe that he would need to. He would take the fight to his opponent. Leverage of his many years of combat, and break the younger man’s defences down.

Poised to attack, Kielor stumbles forward, almost entirely losing his balance, as the canted floor of the arena in which the dance was held slammed back into its original, horizontal, position. Shards of unknown debris fly and fall towards them, and he is peppered with small fragments and airborne projectiles. Quickly diverting his attention to establishing a barrier to protect himself from any potentially harmful objects, Kielor lowers his head slightly, as he pushes outward with his hands as if pressing at the unseen edges of some protective bubble. A cloud of dust fills the air, obscuring his vision and threatening to make breathing more difficult again. Unable to see his opponent, yet knowing that his opponent will also be unable to see him, Kielor submerges himself back into the force. Using that connection as some form of third sight; enabling him to hone in on his target despite the reduced visibility. His focus locked upon Magma, however the force paints a wider picture within his consciousness. The flames went higher. Whipping in a counterclockwise fashion, the flames lashed upward and inward, toward the combatants as an unnatural wind begins to circulate in the belly of Golgata.

Taking advantage of the series of distractions, Kielor charges forward, augmenting his speed with the force. The indigo blade of his mainhand weapon held defensively before him, ready to be angled to catch the attack of his opponent should one arise. The crimson blade of his offhand weapon held low and wide, ready to carve an arc toward his opponent as he bursts through the now mobile cloud of dust and detritus.

Powers used:
Augmentation (1)
Tutaminis (2)
Jar Kai (2)

TAG: @Ben Sargent ( Magma ) @Reiis Invadator @Grievance Vexx @Darth Cruor

 

[Ben Sargent ( Magma )]

IC Magma Death Apprentice of House Cruor

The Flame was rising all around him in the arena the smell of the fire was surrounding the area and the young apprentice of Lord Cruak could smell it, the scent was pretty much familiar with Magma he was not afraid of it but it give him some bad memories from when he was a young and impatient Acolyte, When the House Cruor went to take back the planet Mustafar Magma got distracted and a space pirate kicked him over the platform and he was close to the lava bay and got burned at the second degree on his chest and he lost his hair for a bit of time every house members thought he lost his life but luckily at the medical bay, he came back to life rising from the Ashes.



All that event was replaying inside his mind almost distracting him but he regained his focus, it was pretty hard to see due to all the dust and the debris that was falling on the floor of the arena he could barely see in front of him, He was not even able to locate where Kielor was with some Focus he used his Shadow vision ability to have access to see for a short period, Lucky for him he was able to locate his adversary who was at a short distance close to him.



Still holding both sabers in his hands he was thinking about a solution to defeat his opponent or protect himself from an attack depending what Kielor plan to do, The young Apprentice was slowly getting tired as well but he still try to keep his focus he won't lose it like on Mustafar he take a deep breath and he Attemptt to perform a Makashi attack from the left to the right with his left blade to try to disarm his opponent and he said in same time to his friend “must be hot in your armour my friend” with a serious tone as he was looking with an uncertain stare.



Will Magma Successfully disarm his opponent who he also getting Tired or he will need to find a other techniques?











Force Power Used :



Makashi -1

Shadow Vision - 1

 

[Evis Dharkar’ta]

IC: Death Apprentice Duraanir
Kalee, Golgata Arena

Move 5/7

Sharkish’s blade bit into the ground beside her after her kick knocked him aside. Duraanir’s throat choked for a moment as she breathed in smoke from the blazing fires around the perimeter of the arena. With some breathing room, she held her left hand up to her bleeding jaw, cupping it in her hand and concentrated on the power of convection for several seconds, and used the heat from the force power to hopefully cauterize the wound. Then the floor moved back into its original position causing Duraanir to fall down, but she easily rolled into a crouch and stood back up as Sharkish balanced himself.

“‘I don’t understand why this has to get so heated!’ he snarled. ‘You’re broken, my dear, and I’ve got plenty left to dish out! Are you sure you want more?’

As Sharkish spoke those words she pondered them quickly and responded in a careful cadence “You assume that I wasn’t broken before I came here and started fighting you little brother. That’s my secret little brother, I’m always broken, I’ve been broken ever since I died on Galidraan.” She spoke the words “Little Brother” with a sneer and a hint of disgust in her voice. As she finished those words, she felt the force being used to pull her forward as Sharkish lunged at her, his claw barreling its way straight towards her in an attempt to skewer her and his lightsaber in his opposite hand coming at her chest. Quickly swapping her lightsaber over to her left hand, Duraanir used her own telekinesis to ideally pull his clawed hand away from harming her. Her lightsaber would quickly block and raise the blade high into the air. Her duranium cybernetic reached out in an attempt to grab his face and grip it tightly as the hidden slug thrower popped out and fired a bullet almost point blank into his face.

Powers Used:
Convection- 1
Telekinesis- 1

@Grievance Vexx, @Reiis Invadator, @Darth Cruor, @Rayge, @Sharkish’Ki, @DarthNoxia

 

[Karros Zaruiel]

IC: Death Knight Karros Zaruiel

Kalee, Golgata catacombs

Move 5/7

Karros had been looking down between his legs at his opponent when the floor abruptly decided to right itself. When she had made that predicted lunge for his feet, he had begun to pull them up towards his body and his whole body up through the air by the handles of his sabers to avoid her grasp - leaving him attached to the floor only by his grip on his lightsaber hilts when the floor flipped back to it original state. When the floor dropped it had actually moved so quickly that his sabers' blades had been withdrawn from where they had been embedded in the stone - resulting in the Owl momentarily in the air above his opponent's lunging form over the now horizontal ground below him as she made her lunge. Karros landed, albeit with a momentary wobble, next to where his opponent's second sword landed with a clatter some feet behind her, free of its entrenchment in the stone, while she lay sprawled on her stomach across the ground with the first sword in front of her.

Moving quickly before his opponent could get to her feet the Concierge re-establishes his footing, then kicked away the sword at his feet towards the flaming edge of the arena to his side while flipping his sabers back into forward grip. He enhances his kick with a pulse of his Telekinesis in order to bolster how far the sword went. Hopefully it would go far enough that it would actually go over the edge into the flame, removing it from the fight. But the Concierge had not forgotten how the last time an errant sword had come flying back to return to the fight. For that, Karros brought his sabers up into a guard stance immediately after kicking away the sword, readying himself for his opponent's next move and setting himself up for his next one.

It was at this point that an unnatural wind began coursing around the arena. The wind began stirring up the flames ringing the arena like a spoon in a mixing jar. As the flames rose up into a great fire whirl, arcing around the arena as if to encompass everyone, Karros saw an opportunity. One that was uniquely suited for one of his talents to take.

As the flames began arcing around him and his opponent on his left, the Owl positioned his sabers parallel to each other horizontally in front of him, then began quickly whirling around like a dancer as if performing a counter-clockwise horizontal twin strike to twice bisect his opponent across the waist - assuming she had gotten to her feet by that point and was turning to face him. Of course, the Owl was not quite close enough that his lightsabers would bisect her - though if she decided to get any closer than where she currently was, then it would bisect her. No, his motion was instead his focusing gesture for channeling his Pyrokinesis, reaching out to take ahold of the tongue of flame that arced around them and redirect it at his opponent. His sabers were now like conductor's wands, directing the flames like an orchestra's flow. His body used the familiar, graceful motions of his martial arts training as a conduit for the Force like the energy of a dancer. In his mind the flames were as the weight of the hammer of a hammer throwing event - and his swing was the throw. As his swing would come round Karros would release the weight in his mind's eye, hopefully letting loose the gout of flame upon his opponent.

Once his flaming "hammer throw" was complete, Karros would still make use of his body's still spinning momentum. Without pause as he completed a full rotation the Concierge transitioned from horizontal twin strike to spinning hook kick with his left leg - this time with a bit of fire of his own. There was still enough distance that unless she had decided to move towards him, the kick would not connect - physically. Once again his motions were but the focusing gesture for his Pyrokinesis. One that he was rather familiar with as well. Still moving counter-clockwise he summoned his own fire across the sole of his kicking foot. The fire would then fly forwards like a crescent-shaped, flaming arc towards his opponent. If she were still unscathed by his (hopefully successful) redirection of the arena flames, she would now have to contend with a second fire coming her way. If she did decide to move towards him, the heel of duralumin-reinforced boot would come down painfully where her neck and shoulder met on her left side, possibly ending with a broken collar bone if his flaming foot connected with her.

Force Powers used:
Force Telekinesis - 2
Pyrokinesis - 2

OOC: for rough approximation of spinning kick
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Tags: @Reiis Invadator @Grievance Vexx @Darth Cruor

 

[Sharkish’Ki]

Title Track:

Move 6/7

IC: Sharkish’Ki
Kalee, Golgata Arena


Duraanir spoke truth, as Sharkish’Ki leapt toward her, his connection to the Force bolstering his intent, as he felt his anger feeding his power. Her words only reminded him of his own pain. His loss, his anguish; his hatred. She may be a kindred spirit, but his words weren’t formed out of pity. His skill in goading seemed lacking, and yet the response was adequate, as she returned the insult with some added bite.


Her centre mass came careering towards him, as she put up no resistance to his power; however her counter was just. Her blade held fast and low, as she parried Sharkish’Ki’s anger-fuelled strike. Their sabres clashed with a thunderous shock that made Kaminoan lightning look like paltry static, threatening to jar her wrist, as she attempted to overpower his superior build. Meanwhile, his Force resistance played on her opposing telekineses the moment he entered into striking range, as his clawed gauntlet meandered, instead intercepting her Force-gesturing hand, like meagre magnetism. His talons constricted around her narrow wrist, as the shot from her hidden slugtrower grazed his cheek, taking a streak of flesh that would make a lesser man fall in agony. He noticed it too late. The muzzle-flash momentarily blotted out the anger on her face, and the heat that flashed upon his own visage rivalled the swirling wall of flames growing at his back.

“I applaud your ingenuity, Sister!” He shook his head briefly, trying to shake the reverberation from his ears, as his grip tightened around her wrist just enough to hold her in place. It had been a long time since he’d heard a projectile weapon, and not certainly one being discharged so closely. The burning on his cheek was married with the trickle of blood that tickled its way down towards his chin. The smell of sulphur and carbon lingered around them, as the crude yet effective weapon idled.

“Well, that was a close call! And had I not been a pupil of Lord Vexx, that just might’ve been the end of me!” he growled. Though anger was clear on his face, with his furrowed brow and snarled nostrils, there was a humour to be found in his tone, akin to surprise. He was however, far from surprised. They were both here to win, after all; to put each other down, no matter the cost. The better Sith would win.

Time was running out for both of them, as his eyes pierced hers. “Another scar to add to my collection…” he whispered, as his frown morphed into a sinister grin that bared his teeth, and squeezed blood from the half-cauterised wound that poorly mimicked hers. He let go of her wrist in time with the rising of his boot that aimed to firmly plant itself in her stomach, in an attempt to kick her away from him with all the force of an angry mudhorn.



Powers used:
Force resistance - 1 (cntd)
Force body - 1


Tags: @Grievance Vexx @Reiis Invadator @Darth Cruor @Evis Dharkar’ta