Duel Galactic Kaggath Quarterfinals: Antar vs Fenn Stag

[Mauve]

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The boiling lava forming the surface of the arena began to hiss and steam.

“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, ARE YOU READY TO BEGIN THE THIRD ROUND?”

The hissing grew louder, the steam now rising in voluminous clouds, concealing the entire surface of the arena behind a condensation layer so thick it appeared like a sauna.

A sudden geyser of water burst from the midst of the arena and the sound of rushing water became overpowering. As the steam dissipated, it revealed that the lava had cooled and hardened, but was swiftly disappearing beneath a lake of water.

“What you are seeing is four MILLION gallons of salt water pumped into the arena. And those cages being lowered in… Yyes those are in fact mutated firaxan sharks!”

The beasts thrashed wildly before they were let loose from cages and splashed into the water.

Hoverfreighters lowered huge platforms onto the surface of the water, which floated placidly.

“BEHOLD! THE GREAT PLANET OF MANAAN AND ITS FLOATING CITIES!”

The not-Marka Ragnos announcer zoomed around on a hover pod, holding something aloft in his hands.

“AND ITS SEAS….” He snapped the vial and tossed it down into the water far below. A thick, pungent green ichor spilled out from the vial and began to pollute the surface of the arena lake. “POISONED!”

“YES, THAT’S RIGHT, THIS ROUND REPRESENTS THE BATTLE OF MANAAN AND ALL THOSE WHO FOUGHT AND DIED THERE SO LONG AGO!”

Smaller buoys bobbed in the midst of the lake, strange bundles attached to them.

“EVEN A SMALL DIP IN THE LAKE MEANS CERTAIN DEATH… BUT THERE ARE SOME ANTIDOTES, CONVENIENTLY BUOYED ACROSS THE ARENA! USE RESPONSIBLY, THERE’S ONLY FOUR!.”

Of course, the contestants could also use abilities to purge the toxins from their system too, but where was the fun in announcing that to the audience?

"FACING OFF ACROSS THE PLATFORMS, YOUR BLACK SUN CHAMPION AND STIIIIIIIILL YET TO TECHNICALLY WIN A ROUND - AAAAAAANTAAAAAR. AND HIS OPPONENT, THE MANDO SO OYA HE IS OUT OF HIS MIND, FENN. STAAAAAAAAG!"

“LET THE QUARTER FINALS OF THE GALACTIC KAGGATH, BEGIN!”

Antar | Fenn Stag

 

[Antar]

The Black Sun's reaper arrives in the arena upon a small propelled craft. It carries him across the water to one of the larger stationary platforms and he steps onto it to face his opponent down. As he was in the second round, Antar is once again clad head-to-toe in all black.

He sizes Fenn up, assessing the danger posed by a wounded predator.

Hands on his hips, Antar looks at one of the broadcast screens in the arena and wryly smiles as he is introduced.

He turns his attention back to Fenn. Calls out to him.

"That was a good fight last round, man. Really good."

He summons his lightsaber to his hand and ignites its golden blade.

"Let's have fun."

 

[Fenn Stag]

UNBROKEN.
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Fenn rolled his shoulders forward, as he stepped onto the platform facing Antar . His helmet was cracked in the visor, hateful green eyes staring down his opponent. He tapped the spear on the ground. His armor was scorched, bloodied, and his face was still cut. A large gash in his flightsuit had been recently repaired on his stomach, and there was a tell-tale blue splash where bacta stained his skin and clothing. He didn't breathe raggedly.

He was still in the fight fight fight


@Opponent: all knees & knives.
☼☼☼

"!!!V I C T O R Y!!!"
//WAR=god playing dice with bones//
He twitched
…grin.
?breathing or laughing?

—"Hit me! I'm the old ways!"—
[right fist = worship of the old Gods]
[left fist = fire]​

SKREEEEEEEEE——>
blood = ink = glory

"☠Fight-fight-fight☠"
echoed the worms in his ears
++ no sword, no plan, just ++​

~☼~ ↘ time folded like paper
↖ he stepped into the crease.


His head turned to the side. For a moment, in the force, there were more than just the two of them in the arena. Perhaps three. Perhaps four. Perhaps many more. He breathed heavily, laying the spear across his body. Spear, knife, beskad, armor, crushgaunts, he was the weapon not his weapons he was in control what was control I am control who is control there is no death there is no life there is only war there is only death there is only war-

He breathed deeply, his eyes shutting.

No, the insanity, the creeping, looming thoughts.

His crushgaunts tightened around the beskar spear.

It had once belonged to Hakon Fett.

Fenn took it off his corpse.

"I am war."

He reached to his helmet, sealing it more firmly into place. It clicked, hissed, air escaping the gash in the visor.

"I am the old ways."

He dragged the spear on the ground as he approached the Black Sun Enforcer.

"I am Ori'Ramikad."

Voice was louder. His voice. Their voice. The voice.

"And you are in my way."​