Private A Friendly Spar- [Ossus]

[Braze]

TAGS: Jacen Breska

Jacen Breska Indentured Servant Day 1​

Braze had an idea of Jacen Breska's mental prowess, if only at a glimpse, but he hadn't actually witnessed the big, flashy fight so many others had taken part in. He wanted to see Jacen's combative skill for himself, up close, and personal.

The chosen ground lay open to the sky, a broad stretch of hard, dusty earth that promised no footing advantage to either of them. Here, skill alone would speak.

Braze carried only himself and the twin sabers at his hips, their blades already set to non-lethal. With a deliberate flick of his thumbs, the emitters hummed to life, painting pale light across the grit at his feet.

His stance was loose but coiled, a smirk playing at the edge of his mouth.
"Show me what you've got, Jacen," he called, the words carrying just enough challenge to sting. "I want to see everything you can do."

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[Jacen Breska]

FIGHT NIGHT
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WEARING:: Halcyon Armour | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield |
EQUIPMENT: MAIN WEAPONRY: VW-864 Maser Rifle | DC-902d | Sunshot Pistol | Shiva Knife |
ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 3x Smoke Grenades | 3x Kushute Grenades | 2x Stunner Grenades | Valiant Red Injector: x4 Spares
LOCATION: :: Dojo of Braze's DEMISE ::
TAG: Braze

Jacen stared through his visor as Braze's lightsabers snapped to life.
"No stun rounds, I take it?" His helmet's modulator gave the words a low, metallic edge.
He didn't wait for an answer. Braze wouldn't drop from one hit. And if he did? Well… oops.

The ignition of the lightsabers did give him pause. They weren't red, so he wasn't a Sith, but Jacen hadn't met any Jedi before...so whose to say. All he knew was, he saw a glowstick. That meant it wasn't going to be an easy fight.

And he didn't have the ravenous grenades, so his strategy was going to be a bit different. Distance. Always distance.
Immediately, Jacen pulled his three smoke grenades from his belt and tossed them in a staggered line in front of his position, sighting his HUD on Braze as they exploded, covering the immediate vicinity in a thick cloud that obscured vision, content that his Taozin amulet would further hide him from the Force the sorcerer might want to use on him.
As the haze swallowed him, Jacen dropped into position. His DC-902d came up smooth, settings flicked over to particle fire. Scope to eye. Target acquired. Two quick shots snapped out toward Braze's center mass, bright against the shifting fog.
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[Braze]

TAGS: Jacen Breska

Braze carried only one weapon in his left hand presently, just Requiem, its heart slotted with Entropite. The moment Jacen moved everything slowed down for Braze's perception just briefly as he glimpsed what was happening. His right hand lifted, summoning a vortex gust that swept the smoke back and funneled it high, casting aside their capsules off to his left taking the plumes of smoke towards the left in a sudden rush of air. The energy bolts from the DC-902d seemed to crawl through the space between them as Braze stepped forward, a whisper of Force speed bolstering his movements.

He shifted, a half step right, diagonally as he continued advancing before deflecting the second bolt aside midair. He wasn't charging headlong, but to Jacen he would almost certainly appear as a blur closing in.

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[Jacen Breska]

FIGHT NIGHT
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WEARING:: Halcyon Armour | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield |
EQUIPMENT: MAIN WEAPONRY: VW-864 Maser Rifle | DC-902d | Sunshot Pistol | Shiva Knife |
ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 0x Smoke Grenade | 3x Kushute Grenades | 2x Stunner Grenade | Valiant Red Injector: x4 Spares | Taozin Amulet
LOCATION: :: Dojo of Braze's DEMISE ::
TAG: Braze

The twin particle blasts soared through the air together towards Braze but only one found their mark. Braze shifted, dodging around one, yet the deflecting the second. As the lightsaber made contact with the beam of energy, the bolt would explode, sending a wave of kinetic energy bursting outward from the point of contact.

A good start, and worth the immediate dispersal of his smoke cover, he thought.
Immediately, he pulled a stun grenade from his belt and primed it, tossing it towards Braze. He had to capitalize on every opportunity, keep Braze on the backfoot.
As the grenade left his hand, he engaged his repulsor pack and shifted, mirroring Braze's advance in quick dashes across the ground. Braze was fast. Too fast. His equipment had trouble keeping up with his movements, but he knew he the plan hadn't changed. Keep his distance.

And he went back to the well. If it worked once, maybe it'd work again. As he gave ground, Jacen squeezed the trigger again sending another particle beam screaming towards Braze.
With a third particle beam, the DC-902d began to smoke in protest. That was the warning. Too many shots had been fired in quick succession. One more shot and the DC-902d would stop being a rifle and start being a grenade. He smirked under his visor. If Braze closed the gap, well… he'd just have to improvise. Unless the rifle cooled in time.


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[Braze]

TAGS: Jacen Breska

The blast burst outward in a blinding sphere of spitting fire. In the instant after impact, the superheated air moved in a surreal manner as he reacted to the explosion going off in slow motion.

He swept his focus into the surge, wind wrapping around him in a spiraling barrier, drawing the fire inward. Heat struck him as he seized it, bending it, unraveling its bite before it could fully blossom. The wave of heat strained against his control, pressure snapping in his ears, leaving him singed in the wake of a would-be fatal action. He had absorbed the energy of the explosion from the bolt after setting it off, but not without getting a nasty singe. He learned quickly as he darted right, then left.

Everything sped up as he zipped forward, snapping back to real time to avoid the shots. Glimpses of danger and flickers of precognition guided him, mapping out safe trajectories in his mind. He skidded to a stop, frustratingly just out of range of the grenade.

The ground around Jacen heaved upward, surging and folding in on itself to slam shut in a sphere around him.

 

[Jacen Breska]

FIGHT NIGHT
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WEARING:: Halcyon Armour | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield |
EQUIPMENT: MAIN WEAPONRY: VW-864 Maser Rifle | DC-902d | Sunshot Pistol | Shiva Knife |
ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 0x Smoke Grenade | 3x Kushute Grenades | 1x Stunner Grenade | Valiant Red Injector: x4 Spares | Taozin Amulet
LOCATION: :: Dojo of Braze's DEMISE ::
TAG: Braze

The ground around him rumbled and shifted as a jagged wall of earth shot up in front of Jacen and then around him intent on trapping him within them. Jacen's repulsors flared before thought caught up, hurling him up the rising wall. Grit rattled against his visor.

As he near the top, right before the jaws sealed shut and ended the fight entirely, he pushed off the wall and floated through the air, his repulsor pack slowing his descent as he now had a commanding view of the fight. He dumped the pack's remaining charge in one violent burst. The sudden acceleration punched at his ribs as he arrowed toward Braze, rifle already leveled.

His momentum carried him forward as he aimed and fired his last shot with his DC-902d. The beam screamed through the air down at Braze's center mass. As soon as the blast left the rifle, it whined in protest as smoke began to billow from it and the heat sink beeped menacingly, warning that the weapon was about to erupt into a fireball. Jacen smirked, content with the sacrifice of his weapon, and tossed the useless hunk of scrap down towards Braze. He was eager to watch the explosion, and hoped it would end this fight in his favor or at least put Braze on the backfoot.

As soon as the weapon left his hands, he angled his feet away, aiming to create more distance as his repulsor energy reserves dwindled and he began to rapidly descend back to the ground, the smile leaving his face as he remembered how much this was going to hurt.

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[Braze]

TAGS: Jacen Breska

Braze shifted just enough to let the bolt scream past, using a non-combative redirection rather than a direct counter. The attacker’s weapon jerked sharply, spinning off course as though flicked aside by some unseen, massive hand. A heartbeat later, the gun met its fate, erupting into a fiery blossom as it smashed into something hard, scattering shards and embers into the air.

Without missing a beat, Braze summoned a subtle current, coaxing a small plume of wind beneath Jacen’s fall to soften the impact. The motion was effortless, almost casual, as if he’d been doing it all his life.

“You okay?” he called, voice edged with concern but still light enough to carry a hint of his usual charm.

 

[Jacen Breska]

FIGHT NIGHT
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WEARING:: Halcyon Armour | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield |
EQUIPMENT: MAIN WEAPONRY: VW-864 Maser Rifle | DC-902d | Sunshot Pistol | Shiva Knife |
ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 0x Smoke Grenade | 3x Kushute Grenades | 1x Stunner Grenade | Valiant Red Injector: x4 Spares | Taozin Amulet
LOCATION: :: Dojo of Braze's DEMISE ::
TAG: Braze

Jacen was braced for an impact that didn't really come. Something lessened his fall, and his knees buckled only ever so slightly as he made contact with the ground again.

His face contorted in confusion as he looked at his HUD. His repulsors were still recharging. So...it must have been...

He turned, the motion slow and deliberate, fist curling until his gauntlet plates creaked. "Did you help me?" The words came out low beneath the helmet.

"This is a fight. Fight me. Don't help me. Don't worry about me." He shook his head and pulled the Valiant Red Injector from it's compartment, injecting it into his neck. The needle hissed as it punched into his neck, liquid fire racing through his veins until his vision sharpened and his pulse hammered steady. Once he returned the injector back to it's compartment, he pulled his sunshot pistol from it's holster and palmed a Kushute grenade. "You wanted to see what I can do?" His stance widened, shoulders squaring. "Then stop holding back…"


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[Braze]

TAGS: Jacen Breska

"Oh… uh… yeah. Okay… if you're sure." Braze took a step back.

The air shifted instantly, a sudden pull, like the breath of the world being drawn inward. Around Jacen, the atmosphere thinned, siphoned away to feed the hungry heart of a blue flame. It erupted between them in a wall of fire, shimmering and alive, the heat distorting the air.

The blaze curled inward, tightening its circle around Jacen, each flicker leaning toward him as if eager to consume.

 

[Jacen Breska]

FIGHT NIGHT
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WEARING:: Halcyon Armour | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield |
EQUIPMENT: MAIN WEAPONRY: VW-864 Maser Rifle | DC-902d | Sunshot Pistol | Shiva Knife |
ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 0x Smoke Grenade | 3x Kushute Grenades | 2x Stunner Grenade | Valiant Red Injector: x3 Spares | Taozin Amulet
LOCATION: :: Dojo of Braze's DEMISE ::
TAG: Braze

The air was stolen from his lungs in an instant, his chest seizing in shock. His armor chirped a warning and hissed as the life-support sealed around him, forcing a recycled breath back into his body.
Jacen scowled. He asked for the best Braze could do, it seemed like he got it. The Valiant Red burned through his veins like molten iron, pulling the edges of his fear into something cold and focused. The world narrowed to target, distance, trajectory. He chinned a command in his helmet, shifting all of his system's auxiliary power to his shields systems, and activating his Ancile Shield on his wrist.

"Oh god..." he muttered, shaking his head as he primed his Kushute grenade. With a roar, Jacen charged forward, jumping through the flames, angling his shields downward as he passed through the flames. The fire licked at his armor, the sudden temperature change burning through his shields with a flicker. Jacen's skin began to blister as fire burned through the armor.

Jacen rolled forward on the ground, screaming from the pain as embers and lightning rippled across his armor and rose back to his knees,throwing the Kushute grenade towards Braze. As the grenade soared forward, it erupted into a liquid metal lattice net that would wrap around and seal Braze in a cocoon.

Still screaming, driven by the adrenaline of the Valiant Red, Jacen brought his sunshot pistol up and fired a quick three round burst towards Braze as well, trying to keep the young man distracted.


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[Braze]

TAGS: Jacen Breska

Braze frowned as he saw Jacen burned by the fire and then scorched again by his own armor. With a subtle motion, he shifted his control of the wind, nudging the liquid's trajectory and reversing it back toward Jacen as he stepped aside. His focus faltered, guilt welled in his chest at having actually hurt Jacen, and he moved a fraction too late. The stun shot clipped him, forcing a sharp lurch forward as exhaustion and nausea prickled at the edges of his consciousness. Even when the second and third shots slammed into him, he refused to go down.

After his encounter with Okuma Milogen , he had subjected himself to regular stun training, conditioning his body to endure the impact, to resist collapsing outright. Braze drew himself back upright and let the air sweep forward once more, rushing in to Jacen.

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[Jacen Breska]

FIGHT NIGHT
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WEARING:: Halcyon Armour | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield |
EQUIPMENT: MAIN WEAPONRY: VW-864 Maser Rifle | DC-902d | Sunshot Pistol | Shiva Knife |
ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 3x Smoke Grenade | 2x Kushute Grenades | 2x Stunner Grenade | Valiant Red Injector: x3 Spares | Taozin Amulet
LOCATION: :: Dojo of Braze's DEMISE ::
TAG: Braze

It shouldn't have been a surprise that the liquid metal suddenly reversed it's trajectory and flew back towards him, but it was.
Every time it happened, everytime he fought one of them that didn't fight like normal people did, that could alter the laws of physics it surprised Jacen. How were you supposed to counter something like that? He scowled and pushed off his foot rolling clear of the kushute as it soared past and hardened against the ground.

For any lesser man (not pumped full of adrenaline and endurance boosting drugs) the pain would be debilitating, but as Jacen rose back to his feet, he aimed the sunshot again and fired another burst at his chest before he primed another Kushute Grenade in net setting. As Braze drew closer, Jacen threw the grenade on the ground between them, hoping the timing would catch Braze's feet and harden, keeping him stationary long enough for Jacen to end the fight.


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