Duel Galactic Kaggath Round 1: Taregh Garon vs Delsin Shaw

[Delsin Shaw]

All the pain of being slammed multiple times, fighting and taking the concussion that sent a bout of dizziness through my vision. Blurred but barely enough to lower my body and hug the branch I was on. Letting the small bits of shrapnel strike my back instead of the face. The constant snapping and groaning of the tree as it feel and the final slam as it hit the stadium. There were cries of the crowd, but it was a mix of screams, and cheers. I breathed deeply and just relaxed. Letting my body just lay there for a moment.

I centralized my breath. Breathing with the deepness of my lungs. Smelling the burnt wood, and aroma of combat and sand. It filled my nostrils completely. My eyes closed and just focusing. Breathing in, holding it, and releasing slowly as I looked up. The tree had clearly landed on some of its own branches as well as the stadium ring. Holding itself up just barely. A groan of pain escaped my lips as I rose. Moving to my hands and knees before moving to stand completely up.

Arms raising to the back of my head, elbows all the way up to force open my ribs to breathe more deeply than before. Slowly feeling the blurred vision fading. I reached out with the force. Attempting to see if he was still alive. My opponent. Taregh Garon. And he was. Pained scoff escaped my lungs on accident. Coughing slightly before calming down.

I felt something dripping from me. New. Warm. Rubbing my face, I found blood streaks across me. Blood dripping from my nose. The exertion of multiple shadows, force powers used rather quickly, and then getting smacked with the pain all at once when the shadows faded. I growled lightly before speaking loudly so he could hear me.

"I know you are still breathing Taregh!"

I took a couple steps forward. Making my meandering towards the broken center of the tree. The top from here was all gone. Just the sun of the desert radiating on my skin. Pale skin and white hair. It was bright. So bright.

"You want a breather, or do we end this now?"

Looking down around. I found him through the force first. My eyes peering down from my position to him. Tilting my head to hear my neck crack and pop before I continued.

"I'll let you get up here and duke it out, r I'll just blow up the rest of this tree with you."

Breathing heavy. In. Out. In. Out.

"Again."

Taregh Garon | Razmir Tezhyn

 

[Taregh Garon]

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He had time to breath.

Leaning back against the stump of the tree, letting one leg dangle over the side Taregh had started to regain his energy.

His still hurt when he took deep breaths, they sent shooting pains all through him that made him grit his teeth but the more rested he was the less it seemed to effect him. Reaching up he touched the blackened marks on his chest where the lightning had sizzled skin, leaving blisters to form and the flesh to crack. It was more numb now than anything else.

Eventually he'd have turned his head to the side and tipped it backward so that he could look in the direction Delsin Shaw 's voice came from…

"Funny."

…Taregh made it a habit not to laugh but he chuckled dimly, coughing at one point as a bit of blood came up and he wiped his mouth again…

"You're one of them."

…perhaps his opponent would hear him, perhaps not. They were both force-users albeit different breeds. Up to this point Taregh had relied more on his natural strengths to survive than the force whereas Delsin had made large explosive displays of power, showed his expertise almost as though it were on expose.

There'd be silence but Taregh would climb to his feet and slowly begin his ascent. He chose to wheel around to the side of the tree opposite the one where the most destruction had occurred. There were more branches, large and small to assist his climb.

Eventually he'd appear, pulling himself up onto a long branch that was thick with knotted wood. Just a little lower than the remnants of the central trunk itself. Once he stood, well out of reach of Delsin to ensure they'd both have to come at one another he offered…

"Looks like you might be running close to empty."

…his voice was guttural, deep…

"All those displays of power. You sure destroying the rest of this tree won't just take you with it?"

He'd used his own connection to the force but to a form more subtle, lesser degree than Delsin. It was surviving the blasts, the onslaughts that had hurt Taregh more than anything. It wasn't the physical fight he'd imagined.

Balanced on the branch, taking a bladed stance Taregh would curl both of his fingers into tight fists punctuated by the cracking of bone. A motion of his head signifying that he was ready to begin again…

 

[Delsin Shaw]

Running on close to empty? He had me wrong. The force, any aspect of it was infinite. He would know it flowed through all things. One could always draw more from the force. It was the body itself that would be broken before the end of any power reserve could be found. A reserve showed weakness. A limitation of the force by the person so they do not kill themselves in the fight. So they do not become consumed by it. I chuckled lightly as he drew closer.

I did not answer. Either attempting to taunt, or otherwise. I wanted this over. All previous words being spoken were jab at him. Trying to get something. Trying to get something to surface. It didn't matter to him it seemed. So any words were now a waste of breath. These displays as he so put, were using whatever advantage I could get. Speed, Multiples of myself. His height and weight was a clear factor. Physical strength could also be attributed to it as well. This fight? At first it was to see how resilient he actually was. How much he could take. The punishment of raging through lightning, and the strikes I had made against him. Now? He had more soft spots. His chest being rended, spitting up blood more than once.

A thumb came up and wiped the blood from my nose. Looking down to it for a moment. The bark debris sticking to my skin from the water poured on me earlier. I adjusted the straps upon my hands. Removing them entirely. I brought my hands up. Breathing in deeply before relaxing. My hands not closed into a fist. Just held open and ready. I sighed deeply once more. Relaxing and finding what I could. He motioned to continue. So I did. Once more being the aggressor. He fought like a wall. Using the force to just stay alive instead of fighting. However, A wall can break.

The left jab came fast, high and aiming for his jaw. Jab again. Leaving the hand at his face for a low right underhook.

Taregh Garon | Razmir Tezhyn

 

[Taregh Garon]

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Delsin Shaw came in after Taregh had motioned, indicating he was ready to continue. Nothing more was said, it seems they'd had their fill of talking.

He remained planted, bladed stance.

The Jab came fast, he tucked his chin and took the first center face. It stung, like any jab tended to. His lip must be fat he'd think. As his opponent pumped his arm for a second jab Taregh was already leaning to the side though so that he could slip the blow, let it graze past him.

When Delsin followed with his right for an underhook he'd shift his left side forward, blocking with the same arm from the inside to deny him the underhook.

Immediately after that Taregh torqued his hips to the left, bringing his right arm around in a heavy semi circular motion as it sought to take advantage of the left arm Delsin had been jabbing with and rip into his left side with a powerful hook.

He followed that by lifting his left arm, following the line of Delsin's right on the inside before reaching into the crevice of his armpit to hook around behind it and plant a powerful hand across his shoulder blade. Another moment would see him pulling forward to bend Delsin over, bring his upper torso down so that he could begin lifting his right knee for merciless strikes to the mans face and chest.

 

[Delsin Shaw]

First jab went through. A clean hit to the center of the face. Second one skated by and he moved to the outside of my left arm. Of course he would. It made sense. Why dodge directly into the line of attack from my right hand. So the follow up right was blocked rather easily. Taking the hit of the jab on purpose to figure out what I was going to do. Smart move. As jabs don't typically do a lot of damage up front. However, his answer to our dance was what I now had to contend with.

I did my best to lower as the shot to my left was coming. I knew it was. He had already moved there. Slamming into my elbow, and crashing through into my side. His fist sliding to hit the exposed side. A small grunt escaped my lips as it connected. He was hitting low instead of my head. Surprised with how often he was attempting to hit me there earlier.

Now here he was trying again. Reaching towards my arm. He already did this once. I knew he was going to try again. HIs larger size and weight difference to mine, showed easily if he could get a hold of me, then he had control of the fight. I wasn't going to let that happen. A soft back pedal with my right foot, and tucking my arm quickly would shut that down quick. However that was not the end.

His knee came up quick. If he had gotten me into the hold, it would have done significantly more damage. However, a quick push downward, and to the side push to keep it away from me. It ripped past my lower stomach and hip. Scraping by but not enough.

This was capitol time. His right knee was up, and open. He had already tried to move to my left side, and the backpedal set me up into the best position I could have every prayed to any god for. Bringing my right leg in to sweep underneath his raised leg, and through to his left ankle. Aiming to kick his feet out from underneath him. That movement alone, even if it didn't bring him down, was allowing me to step inside his guard box. My foot nicely placed between his feet. So a right cross to the base of his chin was a natural follow up.

Taregh Garon | Razmir Tezhyn

 

[Taregh Garon]

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It was a bit of a stretch for Taregh to bring his leg up for a knee when his opponent had avoided his attempt at grappling him and withdrawn.

Nonetheless it happened. Not because Delsin Shaw had put himself in the best possible position but because he'd left himself open.

While Delsin went to sweep his leg under Taregh's so that he could follow through to the inside of the left ankle the larger man simply snapped his leg outwards. With his leg already raised up all Taregh needed to do was kick it outwards, square for his opponents chest while he was attempting his sweep. It was a powerful blow, one that meant to throw Delsin backwards before his own maneuver could land and also prevent him from closing inside the guard and throwing his hook.

With any luck the powerful kick wouldn't only throw Delsin backwards it would throw him onto his back.

It would be difficult to maneuver around Delsin regardless. They fought on the enormous branch of tree so there wasn't exactly a lot of room to attempt a semi circle around a foe. This was fine for Taregh. He had no problem facing Delsin head on like this.

His chest rose, he breathed deeply

Then he stepped in. Nothing complex. He'd reach for Delsin's skull with his left hand, seeking to palm it in one enormous mitt before squeezing. Fingers digging into his skull, squeezing his temples.