Adi vs Inky

[Eralam]

The fight was scheduled to take place in Jabba's palace. And, technically, it still is being held in the palace.

A few dim and dying glowpanels pierce the gloom, illuminated a large junction where several of what appear to be tunnels come together. The tunnels are about two meters tall and three meters wide, giving the fighters room to stand, but not much else. The fighters are not permitted to travel more than 10 meters down any given tunnel without forfeiting the fight. Ankle-deep water covers the floor, punctuated occasionally by clumps of something that is most definitely not water.

The air is fetid, damp, and indescribably foul. It's breathable, but only in the most technical sense of the word. The fighters would do well to watch what they shoot. Though the air around them is safe from ingition, a round ricocheting down one of the other tunnels could very well set off a pocket of methane gas. The ensuing explosion might not be fatal, but it would probably unclog the drains. And that would be bad.

See, the fight is still being held in Jabba's palace, but the palace proper is closed. The ancient sewer system couldn't handle the previous week's Hutt Family Reunion, so until the plumbers get there, that self-same sewer system is the only portion the GBA could access.

Good luck gents.

[member="Adi"]
[member="Iniquitous"]

 

[Adi]

Bloody hell...what the KRIFF??

So, somehow, he had ended up here...and again, no idea where Aya was. After he had fought with Dominik, and THEY had hit the bar, she had suggested a drinking contest, and...well...with Adi? That never ends well for him. He was pretty much able to smoke anyone...even a droid under the table..but drinking? He was a true to life lightweight. She probably thought it was some kind of joke, or maybe it was a revenge prank after he got her just about to shut down mode at the last festival, to dump him off here at...ugh...where was he? He had no kriffin' clue where he was...again...but where ever it was he was nearly ankle deep in some really rank sh-.....

...It wasn't going to be pretty if anything were to force Matango to move quickly down here, that's for sure. This was some kind of sewer, and it was really going to ruin this pair of Air Force Ones...but at least they were already scuffed from the last fight. He had another pristine pair back on the Wayward Son...but the smell down here? Oh gahds...the smell....it would take -weeks- to get rid of it, not to mention bottles and bottles of industrial strength odor remover.

Almost positive he was going to run into some kind of mutant offspring of a demon and a rancor down here, Adi was glad he had the silver hilt of the saber bequeathed to him from Dace Concordia after his death...it would most certainly come in handy for whatever foul creatures roamed these tunnels. Moving forward, he found a small chamber with some glowpanels where the clumps and blobs of indescribable horror were a little less frequent. Squinting his eyes, Adi couldn't see very far ahead....he wasn't sure he liked these tight quarters, either....if something were to happen, he would need to be exceptionally careful to watch how he maneuvered.

He would have to have words with that damn robogirl next time he saw her about how far was too far in a prank...the last time had nearly gotten him killed....

 

[Iniquitous]

He sloshed through the stink and much, his boots causing the rancid water to splash up onto the cuffs of his cargo pants. there were spatters of god knows what on the bottom hem of his jacket, and the large Dark Jedi was in a foul (heh) mood.

"When I get my hands on that over grown microwave I am going to turn him into a breadbox."

He turned his head to look up through the roof of this feted hell hole and shook his fist in a suitably old man fashion

"YOU HEAR ME ERALAM!!!! BREAD!! BOX!! YOU GLORIFIED iPAD!!!!"

His voice echoed down the sewer, and as he turned the corner and entered a chamber, he stopped dead in his tracks, his Nephew standing in front of him.....With one of his own sabers....He reached down and checked to make sure he had both of his, and noting he did spoke up

"What the kriffing hell? Of all the people to meet in a sewer, it had to be you, didn't it? This is going to get....odd....."

His blades leaped into his hands and ignited, the black blades hissing in the confines of the sewer

"Lets go then. We aren't getting any younger. Especially me...."

 

[Adi]

Wait a minute....what the actual HELL?

Adi was wrong when he thought he might run into the mutant offspring of a demon and a rancor. This was much, much worse. Here now was Dace Concordia....A man that Adi had pretty much watched die on the surface of Yavin IV during the Mandalorian Wars. Adi -had- watched the man's bones burn on Manaan....so how was he here NOW? Better yet, how did the other man have -both- of Iniquitous' lightsabers, when Adi had one on his -own- hip? There were no clones of the old man that Adi knew of, and even if it were a clone, how would Inky know him?

There was only one explanation....this was a zombie!!

This time, Adi wasted no time in removing the saber from his hip. The black blade screamed an evil 'hiss' from its emitter, and Adi pointed it at the almost certainly undead Dace.

"It isn't all THAT unlikely to find me in a sewer...I -am- the shit, after all. As for YOU getting older...I think you are mistaken. See, I buried you. I know you are dead. Therefore, you are no longer aging. You are a zombie, and that is just an affront to nature. You must be stopped."

Then again....Dace =was= always this ugly....maybe he WASN'T a zombie....

 

[Iniquitous]

"This isn't going to get weird is it?"

As the last word came out of his mouth, he stomped his right foot down, the outside of his foot facing Adi. As he did, he launched a Force pulse through his leg and into the disgusting sewer water, looking to blast a wall of gross at Adi. As he did this, he thumbed the deadman switch and threw his right hand saber side hand at Adi's chest. He spun on his right foot and tossed his left saber to his right hand and finished his flourish with his left side leading, tendrils of Lightning dancing around his left hand

 

[Adi]

Dace's foot came up, and Matango didn't wait to see what was even coming. As Dace began speaking, Adi pulled the saber back. When the right leg of the other man came up, Matango's own right foot shot out, sending a projected kick directly at the other man's right shin...hopefully keeping the potentially-offending attack from even making it to the ground. Maybe it would even kick one leg into the other, and send Inks tumbling into the nasty below. Still, whatever the other Arkanian was going to do, it was probably going to end up with Adi being covered in crap. It was bad enough the iPhone on steroids had put em in this kriffing sewer...being covered in the contents was not high on Adieumus' list of things to do. Hopefully, the projected low kick would allow for avoiding that.

Not even really waiting to see if the first attack landed, Adi's left elbow snapped out, launching another projected attack at the exposed knuckles on the right hand of Iniquitous, in an attempt to knock the lightsaber held in that hand away. The knuckles were a waiting target, as clear as they were wrapped around the lightweapon. Re-clipping the lightsaber that was in his right hand back on his hip, Adi took a left side stance, and grinned, bringing his left arm out in front of his body line...and his right in front of his torso.

He didn't want to burn out too early. As anyone knows, Dace was one that was able to go twelve rounds, and continue on. Adi just had to pick at the man, knock little pieces out of his defense. One by one, the little pieces would add up, and allow for a final, finishing blow.

Zombie or no, a fight with Iniquitous was -never- over early...not if you wanted to win.

 

[Iniquitous]

He felt the kick to his shin, and had years of fights and training not hardened his shins to tree like durability, it really would have hurt. As it was, the attack was enough to knock his leg back to it's original position. He knew exactly what was going on. As soon as his foot touched the ground, he snapped it back up and straight out, projecting a hammer kick at Adi' s chest. It was then that the elbow smacked into his knuckles, causing him to drop his right hand saber in the much. Fine. As his leg came down from the kick, he snapped his right hand forward, balled into a fist, stabbing a straight jab at Adi's nose.

He launched himself forward after the initial attack, his original plan foiled in mid execution. Adi was crafty and skilled, and Iniquitous knew he would have to be on his game, and as such, his saber slapped back into his palm with a wet thwunk, a slight grimace crossing the large mans face. His intent was to now cut the other man into little pieces. That was his favorite saber......

 

[Adi]

Adi watched the hammer kick come up, and down, feeling the breeze from the attack as it whizzed by in the space he had occupied not a moment before, right before tossing the elbow. Inky's right hand came forward as the kick came down, and Adieumus threw his left hand into a block to keep the attack from striking his face. Even the projected blow was powerful enough to cause his left hand to sting fiercely, such was the strength behind it.

Dace began to move forward, and Matango prepared himself. The gap was closing...just as he was hoping for. From about fifteen feet...to ten...

Right before Dace would hit effective saber strike range *about 7-8 feet*, Adi snapped his index and middle finger up on his left hand, sending a wall of excrement straight up in front of 'Uncle Inky'. From floor to ceiling of the tubelike sewer, and from wall to wall. Hopefully, even at the toddling brisk stride that the old man was taking, he wouldn't have time to stop before he hit it. Even if he -did- manage to stop, the follow-up would most likely ensure a thorough covering of crap on Dace.

Flicking the other three fingers on his left hand, Adi flung the crapwall at his undead foe. Perhaps it would do the unthinkable, and get into the nooks, crannies, and all the sensitive parts of Dace's lightsabers, shorting them out, and rendering them useless. At minimum, it could momentarily distract the man, overwhelming his senses, and blinding him until he cleared his vision of the myriad of turds, and waste materials flowing around their feet. Not even waiting to see if the sabers were extinguished, as he could deal with that if it didnt happen, Adi hopped back a couple of paces...keeping distance between himself and those two deadly weapons in Inky's hands was priority.

 

[Iniquitous]

A minor success. The attack did not hit as he anticipated, but it did hit something. iniquitous was moving forward quickly as Adi brought his fingers up, and sensing something nasty was about to Happen, Iniquitous shoved the Force through his body, and in a burst of speed he closed the gap, the wall of crap caught the heel of his left boot. Force use was over. Now it was time for cutting.

His right saber came across, looking to separate the top of of his nephew from the bottom 3/4 of his nephew, his left saber at the ready. Force Speed. It was a helluva drug....

 

[Adi]

Gahd's =damn=, this guy was STILL fast as all kriffin' hell. He managed to be past the crapwall before it was even launched....

Well crapbaskets. That meant it was time to get messy....Ugh.

As Inky shot forward and the large crap wall sprung up behind the man, Adi dropped his fingers down before he could launch the wall. Sure, the old man was using force speed....but after countless fights and scraps between them, Adi too had developed his own use of the power. It did not always require movement to use speed....Sometimes, just being able to -see- things at a more rapid clip was enough to fight back.

Matango's already-extended left hand moved into the path of Iniquitous' incoming blade. While this would seem a foolhardy tactic to anyone else, Adi knew exactly what he was doing. His left hand was encased in a barrier of force, and allowed for a short contact with the searing blade of the lightsaber that was slashing in at him. Force weapon was a most effective power against lightsaber blades...and perfecting it could mean not only being able to infuse inanimate objects with the ability, but also one's self. He had but a moment to make contact, and be clear, but a moment was all he would need. If he could bat the blade to the outside of his person, he would then launch himself at the incoming Dace, trying to tackle the other man, and launch them both....ugh again...through the massive wall of excrement. If successful, Adi would be basically spearing the other man hard enough to drive him back quickly as the poop wall was falling back down. Sure, it would get him covered in the foul smelling stuff, but if he could land right, Dace would end up on the bottom of the huttpile....

...Pardon the pun.

 

[Iniquitous]

The blade in Iniquitous left hand suddenly blinked off, his right blade stopped by Adi's masterful use of Force Weapon. He allowed the smaller man to attempt his tackle, and shoved his left hand forward, directly into the path of Adi's upper chest/neck as he came forward, waiting that fraction of a second so that the other man was committed, and ignited the blade once again. He dropped his right hand blade at the same time, and attempted to wrap the arm around his nephew, and hug the man close as the two of them would slam into the cesspool.

 

[Adi]

There was motion from Iniquitous, a quick movement with his left hand as the saber went out...and Adieumus' right forearm came up to block the wrist attached to the saber that was aimed to put a new ventilation hole in his upper chest, leaning away to the left as best as he could in his current tackling state. The blade sang past his right ear as it came to life, missing it's intended target barely, should the block succeed. That, however, meant that the intended tackle was now more of a half-tackle. Without the right arm to wrap his opponent up, there was a chance that Dace would escape from his crappy fate of going for a swim in the sewer.

There was a plus side, however....

Inky had dropped the saber in his right hand....and Adi's left was close enough for him to call the hilt to his hand. Instead of letting it fall into the muck, Matango felt the slap of metal against his palm, still warm from the grip that it had so recently been in.

The crapwall washed over his back as they sailed through the collapsing wave, much to Adi's chagrin. The nastiness fell on his back, covering him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. His only consolation that is if -he- was being coated in the stuff, so was Dace. Unless the man was quick enough to escape before they tumbled through, they would both desperately need showers when this was all said and done.

Why...why oh why did Adi think it was a good idea to raise up a wall of excrement??

 

[Alkor Centaris]

First of all, man, both of you really went all out on this. As expected, Iniquitous brought this in for the kill as soon as he was able and it turned into an incredibly technical duel. This is one of my favorite types to read. Unfortunately, when it gets in like this, it turns into an all out brawl of spatial awareness, plausibility, and every ounce of skill both duelists have to their name.

Both of you are the sort of duelists who can take a situation like that and make it your queen.

Here's the issue with that:

When it comes to the Force, [member="Adi"] you play way too fast and loose with it. [member="Iniquitous"] is used to the long game. He knows that when it comes right down to it, a duelists knows when to go all out with his arsenal and when to hold it back. By all means, if someone uses speed, use speed right back. We see that a lot. The problem I see, Adi, is that you go from TK, to speed, to weapon, ad nauseum. You are justifiably intimidated by Inky- lets get that fact out of the way right now. Anyone would be. 43-3-1 is one hell of a record not to be a little unnerved by. Rob earned that for the exact type of fighting you see here. He knows tactics. He knows how to make you do what he wants you to do. He knows how to make you slip up.

And you did.

About the time of the bear-hug attack. Its absolutely fudged. The timings are catastrophic. You would have been at the very least horrifically burned by residual heat, if not skewered or lanced entirely. That trakata should have been a critical blow. No questions.

Smaller problems came from the little back and forth at the beginning, with the post cuts of projected fighting. Realistically, a Force based attack like Iniquitous' first would have still gone off, even without his foot. That wasn't Projected Fighting. It might have changed the trajectory some, but it still should have happened.

Force Weapon was a brilliant defense strategy, but Speed should have put you in a much worse position than you played it out. Even with years of training, if you're not actively using Force Speed, you're not going to react fast enough. Not in close quarters like that. If he was coming in from further away, it would have been plausible.

Aaaaaaand then you got shat on.

What to say about Inky in this one....? Man, I tell you duder, I've watched tons of your fights for so long that I have seen the issues people have with your post cuts, and I have to say that they weren't an issue in this fight. It was literally all about what happened and when. Good job on that.

You took some good hits. Adi took some hits, but his heavy reliance on the Force shows that Iniquitous was controlling the flow of the fight. Certainly that wasn't the deciding factor, though.

It was that last move, and the way Adi evaded it.

Iniquitous wins because that, by all accounts, was a devastating hit and it got downplayed.

Both of you, congratulations for getting this far, and we hope to see you again next time!

Good job on making the finals, Inky, and good luck.

-Alkyholic