[DUEL] Crazy Fight Between Two Lunatics

[Matreya]

Standing near a massive fountain on Tera Lush, Damien concentrated fully. The flesh around his eyes throbbed, pulsing with, and pushing Dark Side energies about. Soon enough, it began to visibly split before healing itself at intense speeds, creating thick scars that would take weeks to fully heal away. Why was he doing this? To test the full capabilities he had gained after binding one of the Spirits of a Lord of the Ancient Sith to himself.

Havinv learned a few techniques in the past, but never actually attempted them, the first being, Cryokinesis, Damien opted to test this. The premise was simple, still molecular movements to such a degree that ice would form. Simple enough.

Shhhhhhuiiiicccck. Starting from the bottom, at the pool, the waters froze, the effect rising swiftly up the currents spouting from the object. Before long there was a massive fountain popsicle in the middle of the town.

Stepping back, Damien smiled at his success, and released his hold on the Dark Lord behind himself. That was enough for now.

Now he would celebrate, by a true warrior fashion: Battle. The first person whom accepted his offer, would have a grand time trying to fight someone so happy and giddy.

[member="James M Parker"]

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="D-Man"]

James wasn't what you called a warrior, he didn't spend hours and hours training his wizard powers, not that he had any. Nor did he spend his time at the gym lifting mad amounts of weight and drinking down protein shakes like it was going out of style. No Parker had a job and it was a job that he did fairly well. It was a job that caused him to travel quite a bit and use most of his time really on work, but you know what they say. If you love your job, you never work a single day in your life. And well Parker, let's just say he was a big fan of his.

Bang, bang.

Hovering over the body of a man in a custom tailored suit a smoking barrel of a .45 slug thrower wafted through the air and slowly cooled. At the end of the pistol grip lay a hand as most pistols needed to operate and attached to that hand was the infamous James Parker with a grin plastered from ear to ear. "Oh god I love my job." He said in a soft tone chuckling a bit afterwards. Reaching down James put the .45 in his orange jumpsuit back in the holster next to FWG5 and the KD20. Smiling widely he tossed a few thermals on the ground and began to walk towards the door. His job was done, kill the CEO of corporation that had plans to spread into Oberon, easy peasy lemon squeezey.

Walking through the lobby Parker brandished a knife, a plain and quite simple combat knife that was going to find itself a new home. Looking at the woman at the reception desk Parker threw the knife into her skull afterwards kicking the door to the office open to step outside. Reaching into one of his many cargo pockets Parker grabbed a detonator and pushed the button. Letting the building behind him go boom a sizable explosion stemmed from inside and rocked the foundation of the streets.

Walking into the middle of the town James passed a man who was showing off and freezing a fountain. Paying him no mind James simply walked past him and said one word. "Douche." With a soft chuckle James wiped some blood off of his face and began to walk towards his speeder less than a block away.

 

[Matreya]

Leaving behind himself a wake of destruction, Damien watched the man near, then heard him claim he was a cleaning product - or maybe he thinks I stink? Damien thought when he passed. Using his own abilities, D jumped into the air to soar to a stop in front of that man. Placing a hand, not to gently, on James' chest, Damien leaned in and murmured, "That words insulting. Please, tell me you didnt mean it in such a fashion."

The man seemed dead in fhe Force, or maybe had never needed it so didnt attempt its training. Some were just badass enough that survival was a given, along with, killing a lot of enemies. Damien was one of the same, he had spent a few millenia not even knowing his powers had existed in any shape nor form.

"I would adore showing you the inside of a hearse."

[member="James M Parker"]

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="D-Man"]
Is this guy for real? Really? Being stopped in front of the big wizard James stood there and looked at the dude like he was high on the battiest of shit. "I'm going to give you, three seconds to get your hand off me or you aren't getting it back." If there was one thing James didn't like it was being touched, well at least not large hefty Mandolorian men who could freeze pools of water with their brain. "So here's what's going to happen, you're gonna let go and step aside so I can go or you are going to have a short and not so intimate conversation with la pistola over here." Opening his jacket a bit James really didn't have the time to be dealing with wizards today.

And if there was one thing that D-man could sense about James was that he couldn't sense him at all, in fact he was completely dead in the force, a Yuuzhan Vong shaped creation and he was a fairly angry and disturbed one at that. More so than usual really. "So stop talking like it's the days of old, kindly get out of my way or things will get very bad very fast." Making one last threat James kept his vibro tomahawks close to his sides in case he needed to reach and take them on a joy ride across his opponents face

 

[Matreya]

(Vibro Tamahawks...and posts like this...

And the Emmy for best Char goes to [member="James M Parker"]!)

Damien could chuckle, such a response! The man must be defunct, or else mentally damaged. None the less though, he liked his style, "You seem like a pretty straight forward guy, so Im going to do the same..

"Shut your face. Apologize." As he spoke, Damien absent mindedly called to the Force and Ergast for power. The air about the two of them began to swell, as the Dark Side raged, looking to empower its tool to kill, "Then, you may leave." Surprisingly, when he spoke, his words were accenuated by steam - not evidence of a chill to the air, rather that his body temperature sky rocketed as the Convection within charged. He was planning to melt the mans face off, but the effect would be instant for James as his suit began to feel the heat from Damiens palm. Convection was known to start fires from simple contact, from normal Force Users, while D was empowered by his own grandness, the enhancing effect of draining a FU's soup, and now Ergasts power was his to command too.

This was likely to be the hottest point he ever reached.

 

[Rexus Drath]

[member="D-Man"]

Many years of explosives and fires taught James one big thing over the years, wear a fire resistant jumpsuit. Feeling the heat radiating off of the man in front of him Parker was either too stupid or too uncaring to say he was sorry for his words. However his jumpsuit was resistant and not full proof, beginning at spark a bit the suit would soon catch fire if not pulled out of the heat soon. So that really left him with one more option. "Very well then." With a sick smile running across his face sweat dripping from his brow James laughed wildly then did something D-Man probably wouldn't expect. Rearing his head back as far as it could go Parker brought it forward for a sickening headbut aimed directly at the bridge of the mandos nose. It would burn him alright but he was far too crazy to care about it really.

Quickly as he was bringing his head in for a strike Parker took his gloved hands and reached downward grabbing his two axes, he was going to cut himself up a few good fillets if the headbut had not worked at all. James was a close quarters combat master and it was something he truly thrived at, however currently he was at the moment more or less level. But as the fight would commence the seeds of his madness would begin to grow and grow not stopping him from doing whatever it took to take down his enemy.

 

[Matreya]

Blood immediately spewed forth from Damien's unprotected nose, but likely surprising for his opponent, was how little the strike moved his head. He was an impeccable close quarter fighter as well, priding himself in reading muscle movement of another before it came, so had tensed all his muscles at the proper time. As James drew his now burned head back, already reaching to arm himself, Damien did so as well, in the form of a force tug against the loosely held saber at his belt. Grasping the hilt of Nox's Scorching Saber as it flew to his awaiting palm, D wasted no time, by drawing the palm back, closing it then hurling it forward at high velocity.

Then, swinging the hilted fist forward as well, he waited until the punch - which aimed for the soft tissues of his enemies nose as well - neared before pressing the activation on the saber. When the blade sprung to life, it would do so, barreling towards his enemies face at an accelerated rate from the thrust.

His enemy would have triple the problems on his plate: burnt flesh, a powerful burning blow to the core, combined with fhe saber blade flying at his face.

[member="James M Parker"]