Field of Honor (Battle Royale - UCM)

[Ra Vizsla]

Mandalorian Blood Duel


[member="Anija Betna"] @Davon Karr @Arrbi Betna


"TAL BAL IJAA!"

<<Blood and Honor!>>

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Ra held his mythosaur axe up high above his head.​

"TAL BAL IJAA," he would roar at the crowds and Davon, adrenaline spiking.​

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"Tengaanar ni."​

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<<Show me.>>​

His eyes leveled back on Davon's cold steely gaze.

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"....You're not going soft on me, are you?"

This was not the life Ra thought he was going to live. He looked up at the man who had kidnapped him, years ago - stolen him as a slave to live in this man's servitude. Now, the young wolf fought in the Geonosian fighting pits for money and trade. He held his head down, ears tucked back. Covered in fur, the gurlanin was in his most basic form, but was standing upright. Heritage didn't matter in the pit fights, species didn't matter in the pit fights. Only one's capability to fight.

"....This is the last one."

"Don't lie to me," the now much larger Ra growled in return.

"...Well, not the last one forever," the man returned a cackle. "Just the last one of the day! I've got you booked for three more tomorrow. You're making me a killing, Dog. Now, c'mon. Get in there." Claws began to pierce the fur and stretch out from his hands. The soon-to-be Vizsla shrugged his growing shoulders, scratching the duracrete on the walls of his cell. He hated this man. His captor. His tormentor. His owner.

But most of all, Ra hated himself for loving the fights.
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After the connection of their skulls, Ra let go of the man's wrist and used this moment of mental recovery to push away, interrupting the old man's plans and his own to continue this close quarters struggling. Pain struck up the back of his leg, the wound filling with sweat and leg hair as it continued to struggle to clot. He was not losing too much, though - the beast knew his limits. No, the blood was just better for show.

He flicked up his foot under the handle of the mythosaur axe as he walked by it, spiraling it into his hand and raising it above his head.

"Tal bal ijaa," he would yell. It was unclear if he was taunting Davon or commending him on a good first exchange. However, it was clear that Ra wanted another one - but was becoming more aware that the two other Mandalorians were now just beginning to find their way through the platforms and towards them. Not enough time to finish off the old man before they got here. He was a little more feisty than Ra preferred.

The heavy polearm swung in his iron grip, swaying like a pendulum from side to side, side to side.

"Tengaanar ni."​

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<<Show me.>>​

It was a basic challenge to the other Mandalorians. He had struck first, like he always does. Now he wished to see what metal they were made of.

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Anija Betna"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Ra Vizsla"]

A deferential nod was all the taciturn man would give in response to Ra’s bold call after their initial exchange. Even in his younger days he had never been loud, brash or flamboyant. There had never been a need. When he dropped the volume of his voice he could dress down a young soldier for his mistakes as effectively as he could express his love for Stahl. Davon shook his head, trying to clear some of the disorientation. Ever so slowly he dropped to his haunches, not taking his eyes from his opponent. Not that he expected a Mandalorian to stab him in the back before the crowd, but you approached a practise sparring session as you would a real fight, ingraining the habits one needed to succeed. Every child of Mandalore knew this.

And this was no sparring match.

As if the very arena was thirsty for blood, the sand around his blade had already soaked up that which Ra had lost. With his left hand, Davon took some more and rubbed it across his brow. The headbutt had opened a wide gouge and he didn’t need blood in his eyes. His right slowly took its grip around the hilt, knuckles whitening as he held it tight. Reassuring, the feel of his beskad in his hand. Just as the weight of a rifle or the sensation of being fully clad in beskar. With two hands back on the grip and the blade between him and Ra he started to circle.

Davon’s eyes turned aside for just a moment, scanning the periphery. The Betnas were above them, still separate. That could be good or bad. Davon had fought alongside their daughter. Would the pair really ignore this conflict and go for each other instead? There was nothing really to stop them working together against himself and Ra. Davon put the possibilities out of mind, but would be wary of the pair approaching.

His opponent was tall and rangy with an advantage in reach even before one considered his axe. Timing was critical now, something Davon did at least have. A shield would have been perfect for this, but the old man didn’t really know how to use one properly. No one carried a shield into a modern warzone so Davon wasn’t about to waste time learning to use one. He was a soldier through and through. That axe swung quickly, couldn’t risk darting past.

Davon took his left hand from his hilt picking his moment. He didn’t try and block the axe head on. Instead he swung his blade after the axe to try and drive it wide out of line to make the opening. His left hand snatched the hatchet from his belt in one smooth motion and Davon stepped in and swung it down, aiming for Ra’s right elbow.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Mandalorian Blood Duel

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[member="Anija Betna"] @Davon Karr @Arrbi Betna​

Ra ignored the other two Mandalorians in the ring, opting instead to follow Davon's eyes.​

This guy was old enough to have fought alongside Manda'lore the First but was holding his own against one of the strongest of the Vizsla clan. The effort was admirable, and the fight had obviously not left Davon's eyes. In what was akin to a Round 2 in a sparring match, the two Mandalorians planned their respective strategies and prepared for their second inevitable clash. Both bled. Neither gave ground.​

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This was what a Mandalorian should aspire to do.​

This is who we are.

Who we are meant to be.


Ra threw all his weight behind the axe with one hand, meaning to cleave through the opposition's scimitar and end the fight between the two immediately. He played into Davon's hand perfectly in regards to that maneuver, aiming the axe in a horizontal crescent to catch the man with all the might and force the Vizsla behemoth could muster.

It was the hatchet that Ra, in his understanding of Davon's maneuvers, was ready to take. The man seemed to have aimed for his elbow, or at least his arm in general - but the rubberband quickness of Ra moved his arm in and around the hatchet, simultaneous with his swing of the heavy mythosaur axe. However, if the hatchet didn't hit his arm, it was going to be directed forwards, and since Ra was pivoting his entire body's movement in that direction - the hatchet would land directly in his chest.

Ra's free hand moved up to catch the hatchet by it's hilt, but nobody was fast enough to stop it entirely. The blade buried deep into the albino's chest, blood spewing forth like a geyser and spraying the crowd directly below and behind the platform.


"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA,"

Ra roared.

Wasn't clear if he was shouting in pain, shouting his own name out of ego, or roaring in defiance in Davon's face as the hatchet buried into his left pectoral.

Either way, regardless of what stature you held the behemoth in, everyone knew it hurt like a @#$%.

Covered in blood.

Attempting to cleave Davon in two.

Attempting to hold the hatchet at bay.

Ra roared.

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Davon Karr"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRWKTrwwfDI[/media]​

The shouted challenge sent a jolt along her nerves, and Anija felt her body tense in anticipation and preparation. The air was thick and she could faintly sense the fervor and anticipation of the crowd as they watched. Another deep breath and Anija felt adrenaline began to race through her as she felt herself respond to Ra's challenge with one of her own. "Cuun tracinya hwa atiniir!" «Our flame shall endure» she yelled in response to his cry of challenge.

In all honesty, she had no clue how this duel would end, but she knew that no matter what happened here today, the Mandalorians would endure and forge ahead. They always found a way. Hefting her beskad, Anija tightened her grip around it's hilt and flexed her fingers around the grip of her Dinu'ul. Some might think the shield clunky and unnecessary, But Anija had used the shield rather extensively over the years. As such, she'd become comfortable with it and it's use.

A couple deep breaths to steady her nerves, and she dropped from the upper platform that she had arrived on. Ra and Davon had started in on each other early. And she wondered how much longer each would hold out. Both seemed a bit unsteady on their feet, but from what exactly she wasn't sure. Shaking her head at that line of thought, she finished her descent from the upper platform and landed on the arena platform near to Davon and Ra.

Rolling to her feet, she tightened her grip on her blade and shield once more. Just then, she saw the exchange between the two men and winced slightly as the hatchet buried itself in Ra's chest. She could almost feel it herself. But regardless, she was as much a part of this fight as each of them. The two men locked in combat mere inches apart, and she watched in slightly morbid fascination as blood oozed down Ra's bare chest from where the hatchet had found purchase.

Shaking herself from the slight daze, ANija pushed off with her feet. She was perhaps a dozen meters from the two when she did so. The momentum carried her closer. In an instant, before she would have barreled into them like a bowling ball, Anija brought the Dinu'ul up in front od her. The shield blazed to life, a circle of blue energy which seconds later broadsided Davon. The blazing blue energy of the shield crackled slightly as it met with his exposed skin. With the force of the charge, she aimed to separate the two men. As she did so, she spun back quickly and backhanded Ra across the face. Hard enough it might actually leave a bruise later.

Having done this, she put a few paces between herself and the pair as she thought about what to do next. her fingers flexed for a moment around her beskad as she nodded more to herself than anyone. She knew some might frown heavily on use of the Force in such instances. But it also wasn't wise to evade combat for too long. Some might see that as fear. Or perhaps something else. A moment to connect her azure gaze with Davon's and she reached out in the Force and tugged at Arrbi, aiming to drag him down towards the platform she now stood upon.

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Anija Betna"]

Davon twisted the hatchet, trying to force it deeper. Ra had a grip on the hilt now and the weapon quivered in the air, inching back and forth. The sound of Davon's blade meeting the polearm rang out around the arena. The jarring pain running up his arm to a shoulder held together more by strapping than sinew. It was a welcome pain, for if he hadn't felt that he might not have felt anything ever again.

He couldn't arrest the momentum of that axe completely and a fraction of a second later he felt its bite. As flesh parted he howled in pain. That sound turned quickly to a guttural growl. His features contorted to set in grim determination as he dropped his weight and every muscle flexed in the battle of raw strength. His blade was discarded in favour of taking a grip on the axe Pope himself.

Davon held his own with every muscle straining. The bone axe head grated against his wound as the hatchet started to inch up towards Ra's neck. But suddenly Davon felt Ra gain an edge. A look of confusion flashed across his face, then realisation dawned.

There was one enemy everyone fought but would inevitably succumb to: age. He had barely lost his strength over the years, but his reserves were not what they had once been. There was just the two of them now, Davon shaking as he slowly gave ground.

Except that wasn't the case.

There was a flash of blue. Another moment of pain blossoming from every corner of his body. Davon found himself of the ground with his view of the arena ceiling spinning. Instinct kicked in and he reached for that gaping wound across his side with both hands and applied pressure.

"Kark."

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Mandalorian Blood Duel

[member="Anija Betna"] @Davon Karr @Arrbi Betna​

Flashes of red and blue hit the edges of Ra's eyes, sending him into a mild rush of fear - a rarity for the goliath, especially when fighting such a smaller opponent. The man was old, sure, but he could move quick. The hatchet pressed into his chest, closer to his neck. Ra pushed forward. The struggle of the two mighty warriors seemed to stretch an eternity, the great axe of Mandalorian tradition edging closer and closer to Davon's blade. The hatchet pushing further into Ra's skin. The warrior Anija closing in on the two, her shield drawn. The behemoth Iron Wolf stood his ground, forcing his might into a focus on the elder vod. He knew Anija would hit them, her shield whirling a bright blue, and he knew she would hit them hard.

Ra braced for impact, hoping he wouldn't come out of this decapitated by the warrior's hatchet.

CLANG.

The shield rang out, hitting Ra's axe and sending him backpedaling across the platform. It was no small feat to move this giant of a man.

A swift backhand came across his face, infuriating the monster. His instant reaction?

To send his free fist flying into her gut, seeking to put a second Mandalorian on her back and symbolically end the duel.