A challenge of Mighty melee! sith assasins

[Nomkneer]

Nomkneer was in space headed to Obredan, [member="Xavka Duquo"] challenged of melee and physical strenght. This was a battle of men, no force, no trickery just a straight up man to man challenge of two sith warriors.

The temple of Mythos! a Located in Obredan was the perfect place for a fight, it was the right setting for a sith spar. This was it, Nomkneer had to prove himself as a fellow acolyte of the sith, this was not just a challenge of two sith warriors it was something for pride.

Long waited Nomkneer for another battle after the one with Darth Rapax.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka sat meditation within the duelling arena at the Temple of Mythos, the Dark gathering around him like a miasma, as he waited for the arrival of his opponent, Nomkneer Artzhul.

When Xavka had first heard of the location of the impending fight chosen by the Kaleesh he had had to scoff at the arrogance of his fellow Sith. To name a temple after yourself showed a level of pride that went far beyond what would be dangerous towards someone's continued existence, a show of pure arrogance that would easily annoy most. But, still, he had come to the structure, his disdain of the physical personification of Mythos's rejection of the philosophy of assassins, despite how strong he may be, placed aside.

Now he was left to wait for Nomkneer to appear, his form obscured by the robes he wore. Robes that pooled around his body in a dark shroud that his body from view, giving away no secrets as to whether he was bulky or slim, built for strength or speed, while also hiding his variety of weapons from view, leaving them a surprise.

So he sat, waiting in silent meditation, preparing for the oncoming fight.


[member="Nomkneer artzhul"]

 

[Nomkneer]

Nomkneer walked to the temple of mythos, he didn't know much about his opponent [member="Xavka Duquo"] but he was find with another battle. Nomkneer was anxious to see what type of moves he'll se now, Nomkneer was gonna give his wall in order to win this battle "greetings Xavka, i have arrived for our battle, we can start at any moment you wish for i see you meditating.

Nomkneer waited for his opponent Xavka to rise and reply to him so they could start the duel, "we will begin with a simple salute before our fight commences" he would know well that sportsmanship within the sith is the most important thing as we are after one goal and that is to serve the sith.

Nomkneer could not imagine what kind of things this opponent will bring to the table, he was looking at Xavka but he seemed a mystery to Nomkneer. 'he belongs to the sith assasins so he must be good' Nomkneer thought in his mind as he was preparing for his new battle against a mysterious opponent whom Nomkneer knows nothing about in any type of way. Nomkneer was gonna be surprised with combinations of attacks he might have not seen before or techniques, Nomkneer was anxious to what was gonna happen in this fight.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

As the Kaleesh spoke, Xavka raised a hairless brow slightly at the demand of a salute before the fight begun, huffing in brief amusement within his mind but allowing none of it to appear on his face. Reaching back over his head as he arose from his prone position on the floor, Xavka pulled the cowl of his cloak over his head, bathing the majority his face in deep shadow.

Bowing slightly at the waist, the most that he could preform that was an obvious salute while still obeying the strict customs of Iridonian duels, Xavka spoke, breaking the silence that had settle between the two fighters.

"To reiterate, this will be a duel of the body and mind. No usage of the Force is permitted, in any form or way. Weapons of both ranged and melee nature are allowed to be used along with our own bodies. This fight is to be to unconsciousness or submission, no death is permitted, although lethal attacks are allowed with the intent to serve as distractions. Agreed? If so, you may begin this fight when you are ready, mali'kep."

While he had been speaking, Xavka had reaching inside his robes, withdrawing a sword from a hidden sheath and holding it loosely in his sole hand, his right hand, the tip touching the unseen ground beneath his fit as it exposed the view of the surrounding sea.


[member="Nomkneer artzhul"]

 

[Nomkneer]

After Nomkneer heard what Xavka had to say he heavily agreed to it as Nomkneer loves the fact that he's able to practice his melee in this fight with simple none death limitations. Nomkneer will prove his worth to this acolyte brother of the sith, "this will be a good night for a fight of melee" as Nomkneer bowed to Xavka in a way of recognizing your opponent. Nomkneer then took out his lightsabers and dashed at Xavka with great speed, he went for a right arm piercing strike with the left arm with a left sided lightsaber defensive position ready for anything that would startle Nomkneer from underneath his tenacious cloak.

Nomkneer was ready for anything that was coming to him, although the mystery of it was his opponents greatest assets. Even though Nomkneer has his own tricks up his sleeve he will be prepared for whats to come. as Nomkneer had no real information about Xavka or his styles and skills, he will try to maneuver the situation of his unknown situation.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka kept still, showing no panic, no worry nor any movement as the Kaleesh charged at him, both of his enemies lightsabers ignited and one of them aiming to piece through his single arm. He left arm had long since been lost in an explosion.

Waiting until the very last second, still maintaining his calm exterior, Xavka cloak shifted slightly and the gleaming blade of a katana was brought into view. The metal surface was cloaked in an almost invisible aura that signified the fact that Xavka was currently channelling the Force down into the sword. The effect of which was that his sword would be able to stand up to lightsabers and blasters as if it was a lightsaber itself.

With practiced ease the flat of the surface of the sword stopped the lightsaber in its tracks. The spitting lights that flew off from the connection illuminated Xavka's face with a harsh light as a feral smile crossed his lips. Batting aside the lightsaber aimed at him, Xavka pushed the tip of his sword towards Nomkneer's bone mask in a lunge that wasted no energy.

In the next moment, Xavka leapt backwards, clearing distance between he and the Kaleesh. His face once again became emotionless and the sword disappeared from view with a sway of his robes.


[member="Nomkneer artzhul"]

 

[Nomkneer]

Nomkneer saw nothing but the sword coming from out of his cloak and he changed to his defensive style completely in order to block his attack with enough fluency. Nomkneer was only 2 feet away from Xavka at this moment and Nomkneer used a cross block that would raise Xavkas sword as he would lean back and aim to strike a kick to his stomach to get the fight started and warm up. Nomkneer had been surprised that he would use swords and no lightsabers in this early stage of the fight. Nomkneer was clueless about the next modes of attacks Xavka would use but after the kick Nomkneer dashed back to gain some distance from Xavka.

Nomkneer as he stepped back he went to a distance at the same time Xavka did, he was about 12 feet from Xavka and he would take a defensive position where one would be the left lightsaber facing front in a horizontal position and the right in a sided position, very similar to the technique from before but this one was complete defense, the stance Nomkneer took before was a combine offensive, defensive stance.

Nomkneer was prepared for whatever Xavka would do and any tricks he had up his sleeve as now he knew that his perceptions about his cloak not just being a fancy party gown being its use. Nomkneer would now be totally prepared for whatever would come next and any dangers that would face him.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

"Hm." Xavka's gruff voice echoed out into the heavy silence that filled the arena, breaking it sharply. "I see now why the name Nomkneer and the word 'weak' are said to be synonymous with each other." He chuckled cruelly as he finished speaking, the sound made all the more eerie due to the fact that the only part of his face that could be seen was his lips, lips that were twisted in a cruel, mocking grin.

Once again his cloak shifted and a gleam of metal was revealed. However, this time the metal was of nine needles flying towards Nomkneer and to either side of him.

The tips of the needles glittered in the light of the room, revealing that they were coated in a poisonous liquid, one that he himself had created, one that had a paralytic effect.


[member="Nomkneer artzhul"]

 

[Nomkneer]

Nomkneer started spinning both his lightsabers in a clockwise and counter clockwise position to deflect all the needles as the moment the shine on them appeared Nomkneer could see their distance and predict their trajectory. This wasn't very hard for Nomkneer besides the fact that the Mukhashi style had helped him enhance his hearing and he could hear them from the moment that they were launched. Nomkneer wasn't the greatest warrior, but he surely was a dangerous one. As he deflected all the darts headed toward him he focused on Xavka completely as he would now have to prepare himself for more than just sword attacks, he was ready to toss out poisonous needles than Nomkneer needs to step up his game.

Nomkneer was holding his own even though Xavka was insulting him to psych him out, his insanity would try to rise but Nomkneer sought to control it. This was something that would drastically change the definition of the fiht. Nomkneer had chosen to fight until someone goes unconscious. Nomkneer has faced Darths before and has gotten toe to toe with them so how was this acolyte going to be any different. Nomkneer wasn't gonna let [member="Xavka Duquo"] psych him out and make him loose the fight.

Nomkneer was on his defensive stance waiting for Xavka as he wanted to learn how Xavka would fight, learn him, strategize against him. This was the soul purpose of Nomkneers continous defensive styles. This would mark the decisive moments of Nomkneer against Xavka, he needed to make the flow of the battle, fall upon his side.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka nodded, his mind almost finished analysing Nomkneer fighting style. 'Knows how to keep his focus, psych attacks are useless. Wields two lightsaber, will attack with one, keeps the other behind to defend. When retreating, will attempt to strike out while pushing back. To buy time or to wound? Unsure. Defensive style, at least against projectiles, it Makashi. Weakness: lack of offensive - proven to be untrue, secondary style. Advantages: conserve endurance, wear down opponent.'

Grunting slightly, Xavka tilted his head while continuing to stare at Nomkneer. 'Proceed by: see defence against melee. Determine offensive style.'

Once again Xavka's cloak shifted and once again the sword made an appearance. Charging forwards, the sword hanging down and dragging along the glass surface of the sword, Xavka focussed on Nomkneer's mask, his eyesight becoming hyper focussed as he did so.

As he drew close, Xavka brought his sword up, as if going for a rising right to left diagonal strike towards the Kaleesh's neck. Part way through the swing, however, he dropped it back down slight while straightening his arm into a lunge.


[member="Nomkneer artzhul"]

 

[Nomkneer]

Nomkneer saw him move his cloaks position and he knew immediately that his sword would come out, 'but where from?' Nomkneer thought as the opponent he's facing, though he is not a knight like Darth Rapax Nomkneers previous foe, but he was one hell of a sith warrior. Cunning and smart 'this guy could be a problem' went through Nomkneers head as when he noticed the sword coming to his neck, Nomkneer could only move slightly and his shoulder was slightly slashed. Both his lightsabers fell to the sides as he rolled over and stood back up, he immediately used his telekinesis to hold his lightsaber again.

Nomkneer had only one problem, he had to watch out where his attacks were coming from or else one bad move will lead to a faint death. Nomkneer just relaxed for a moment and focused his force energy in his body, he could increase his reactions and timing a little better, but 'will it be enough'. that was Nomkneers thought.

Nomkneer went and rushed towards [member="Xavka Duquo"] in the intentions to change his style completely to benefit him in this situation, he needed to overcome these faint attacks and this was it. Nomkneer would need to resist the pain from the small slash in his shoulder, there for Nomkneer needed to go on an all offensive strike, he jumped towards Xavka and did a dual strike from above and a kick directed to his chest, if this fails he would still jump back with the momentum.