Dedecus Sapor Dulcis

[Xevek Nekonis]

A Random Arena On Coruscant
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[member="Lord Ajihad"] Vs @Xavka Duquo


Loud shouts and boisterous cheers echoed around the metallic arena as the constant sound of shuffling feet of all sizes and cloths of all textures rang out, accompanying the strong smell of alcohol and sweat as a crowd formed out of numerous species pushed their way into the stands. They had all come to the arena located in one of the middle layers of Coruscant in anticipation of the fight that was to occur. The Sith Knights Ajihad had challenged the Acolyte Xavka Duquo to a fight with the arena and many of the beings inhabiting the local area with a darker disposition than most had flocked to watch.

Down within the pit of the Arena itself was one of the two fighters. A tall Zabrak, over 6 feet tall, with a lean body and tanned skin was kneeling within the sand that had been placed in the pit. He was wearing no clothing but simple black, silk trousers that hugged his legs tightly but flared at the ankles, the furthest they reached with a chain belt around his waist. As such his torso, one covered in intricate black Jat'o, ceremonial Zabrak tattoos that were found on the chest, was bared for all to see. That included the mess of scars that crossed on the skin and collected, mainly, along his right side.

Brown, cloth wrappings were wrapped around the Zabrak's ankles and continued on down to wind over the ankles and reach to the middle of the clawed feet. Similar wrappings could also be found tied around the wrists of the male. On his right ring finger was a simple silver band that was engraved with ancient Ul'Zabrak Runes. On his right thigh was a silk pouch and, hanging from a strap hung over his left shoulder, was a sheathed sword.

Slowly, yellow eyes cracked open, one was sharp and seeing while the other one, the right eye, was covered in a milky film that clouded it and was the only visible sign that no sight could be seen from the right eye. Standing gracefully, the Zabrak, know as Xavka Duquo, born to Ru Uiging, rolled his neck, cracking it loudly.

He had no knowledge as to why he had been summoned here to fight Lord Ajihad, no information had been given beyond the command to meet him here, in the arena Xavka was currently in. The lack of knowledge did lead to confusion on the part of Xavka, but he did not let that bother him, he was sure that it would be revealed in time.

Sighing slightly, Xavka locked his stance and waited for the arrival of his opponent.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Lord Ajihad, the Fist of the Demon, walked through a small gateway into the arena. He heard the various noises of the crowd, and smelled the blood mixed in with the newly raked sand. He approached the tall figure of [member="Xavka Duquo"] , a look of spite in his indigo cybernetic eye. He stopped right in front his soon-to-be opponent, theirs eyes interlocking. He grimaced, and spoke right to the man's face, "Xavka Duquo of clan Uiging, you have insulted my honor. You have refused to treat me with respect and as an equal before and after our competition. This shows you think of me as little more than a slave compared to you, something I will not have. I challenge you to a duel, on your honor." He kept a calm demeanor as he talked, but there was an undertone of anger in his voice.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

As Lord Ajihad spoke the emotionless mask affixed to Xavka's face didn't shift as he took in the words that had been said, slowly turning them around and analysing them within his mind. The short speech had managed to answer the curiosity he had felt about why he had been summoned for the fight, but the confusion had been replaced with a new question of in what way he had manged to insult the Sith Knight before him.

Keeping his gaze locked with the glare of the man before him, Xavka kept his own emotions under control even as the feeling of injured pride began to fight to overwhelm him and what control he had managed to create. Keeping his tone soft, Xavka spoke in his gruff voice. "I do not understand how I have insulted you, Mali'kep. As such, I feel that you do not have a right to call me out to here," Xavka paused to wave a hand around his surrounding to illustrate his point, "however..." Stepping forwards to become even closer to the man before him, a feral grin grew on his face, "that does not mean I will turn down a fight."

Turning his back to Ajihad, Xavka walked a few pace before returning his gaze to Ajuhad's eyes. 'I may not know why this is happening. But I do know that this will be fun!' Xavka stayed silent for a few moments while considering Ajihad's build in his mind as well as trying to dredge up any information he could remember about the Assassin's fighting style. "So, then, Mali'kep. You were the one to challenge myself. You instigated this ... farce. How do you want to do this?"

While he had asked his opponent on his preferred way to sort out this fight, Xavka had his own preferences on how he hoped this would happen but would not speak them. To do so might actually give away his fighting style as to speak his preference would be to speak his field of expertise in fighting. Said expertise being melee based. While he could and had fought at a distance, that was mainly to serve as a distraction or as a method of silent assassination from a distance that would not reveal himself to his targets or those around them, and even then, his arsenal for distance fighting was remarkably more limited than his melee arsenal.


[member="Lord Ajihad"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Ajihad nodded as [member="Xavka Duquo"] accepted his challenge. "As for the rules, anything goes. That is, except no outside assistance. The duel will end until submission, death, or the inability of the opponent to continue fighting." With that, Ajihad stuck out his hand to the Zabrak, curious to see whether or not he would shake it. It was, after all, part of the reason they were dueling the first place...

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka nodded as [member="Lord Ajihad"] lay down the terms of the duel. "We are in agreement. Until death, submission or inability to continue." After he had spoken, Xavka stared at the hand for a few seconds before sighing. "My apologise but I cannot shake your hand. Custom from Iriondia dictates that once a fight is decided to happen, no contact can be made between the fighters." Crossing his right arm over his sternum and left across the small of his back, Xavka offered a quick bow instead.

"Now," Xavka titled his head to the side, starring at Ajihad with an unwavering gaze, "how do you wish for this fight to begin?"

Spoiler

Sorry for the short post.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

Ajihad would shake his head at the Zabrak's refusal to shake his hand as an equal. Though the damage was reduced through the bow, the assassin still shook his head in disappointment. The Demon's Fist offered a similar bow, then replied to the Iridonian's question. "I will signal to you when we shall begin. Prepare to defend yourself."

Ajihad paced back, until he was about 70 feet away from Xavka. He then stared directly at the Zabrak, and Ignited his two lightsabers. He would nod at his opponent, a deadly look in his eye. The duel had begun.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Humming slightly, Xavka nodded in agreement as he watched the slowly retreating back of his opponent. Sighing slightly, Xavka released all breath from within him before inhaling as much as he could and repeating the process a few more time. That done, Xavka slid his feet into position. His right foot slid forwards, his toes pointed at Darth Ajihad while his left foot slid backwards and to the left while rotating forty-five degrees, this twisted his body so that his right side was all that could be clearly seen when someone faced him, making himself a smaller target.

Blocking out the screaming of the boisterous crowds as well as the strong smell that had begun to seep into the air, Xava bent his knees and closed his eyes, focussing all of his attention on his senses of smell, sound and Force. Reaching up to his right shoulder, Xavka removed the scabbard from where it hung from a strap over his shoulder. Holding the scabbard where it meet the guard, Xavka lowed his right arm to his left hip and gripped tightly with his right hand, his left lying lightly on the leather scabbard.

Releasing the breath he had held, Xavka loosed his stance and began to prepare for the assault of Ajihad. One of the methods of preparations was to manipulate the Force to flow through the scabbard, imbuing it.


[member="Lord Ajihad"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

It seemed that [member="Xavka Duquo"] wasn't going to take the initiative and attack. that was fine with the Shadow of Conquest, as it gave him an opportunity to execute a deadly attack. Taking a deep breath, the assassin mentally calmed himself. He would raise both hands, lightsabers still within his grip. The Iridonian would suddenly be lifted from the ground, and his throat would be totally and completely constricted. To air would get in or out of his body until Ajihad relinquished his hold.

Most people could hold their breaths for several minutes, and Ajihad assumed this would also apply to the Zabrak. However, he didn't feel like sitting around and waiting for him to choke to the point where he lost consciousness. Instead, the assassin applied another tactic as well. He would reach out with the force, and begin to crush the Iridonian's lungs. The air would be quickly squeezed out of him, hopefully ending the fight in a matter of seconds...

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

His jaw began to twitch as he felt the rapidly increasing pressure on his throat from an intangible force, a pressure that he could immediately trace back to the man standing before him, staring at him so intently for it to be for anyone else. Still, Xavka stayed still, not struggling from where he hung in the air, focussing on planning out his next move with a calm mind. However, that quickly changed when his eyes popped open wide and a flicker of fear ran through them before being squashed beneath his will. Within his chest, behind his two hearts, Xavka could feel a second pressure start to be inflicted upon him, upon his lungs, destroying what stored air he held within his body. He knew that, due to his Zabrak biology, that he could last longer than the standard human in this situation, but he held no desire to find out how much more he could endure.

Acting quickly, Xavka began to gather the Force around him, wrapping it around his body until he was encompassed in a cocoon of the Force. Them he began to exert his will. Slowly he began to build layers on top of the initial cocoon, compressing them until he was surrounded by a heavy miasma of Dark Side energy. Releasing a silent scream within the confines of his mind, Xavka released most of this miasma towards Ajihad, giving it the purpose of harmkillSTOP!

The remaining wisps of the Force that he had gathered was directed to form in front of him, to serve as a shield against further attacks through the Force.


[member="Lord Ajihad"]