Duel Galactic Kaggath Round 1: Taregh Garon vs Delsin Shaw

[Razmir Tezhyn]

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Taregh Garon vs Delsin Shaw​

The arena floor rumbled and shook, the entire surface sliding open like a missile silo to reveal… an enormous Wroshyr tree rising up from the lower levels. It towered so high that its upper branches crested the arena and stood nearly eye level with the skybox. It sat upon a grassy, fern littered field. Amid the ferns, shapes prowled. Dangerous predators. Vornskrs. Force hunting beasts.

The boughs of the Wroshyr tree criss-crossed, forming limbs as wide as Coruscanti skywalks that the combatants could duel upon.

Droids hovered in the air around the tree, some with cameras, but many projecting interlinking rayshields so that the duelists could not interfere with the duels of the others. Of course… ray shields could always fail.

If any of the combatants fell to the ground far below, they risked being set upon by the vornskrs.

The announcers’ disembodied voice cut through as the combatants took their places on the boughs of the tree. “Honoring those who fell in the Battle of Kashyyyk between the One Sith and Republic, so many years ago, I give you the FIRST ROUND of the GALACTIC Kaggath!”

“Dear audience, prepare to witness a clash of CHAMPIONS!”

“Once a Mandalorian, turned uniform-wearing Imperial. He represents the IMPERIAL CONFEDERATION as a CHAMPION. Towering over the battlefield at nearly two-and-a-half metres tall, please welcome here today the Wayward son of the Iron Heart: TAREEEEGH GAAARRROOON!”

“And his opponent, though he does not wear their armour, he fights as their CHAMPION. Representing the MANDALORIAN EMPIRE, he’s known as the Last Son, scion of the Shaw name, it’s the one and only DELSIIIIN SHAAAAAAW!!!!”

“CHALLENGERS! BEGIN!”

 

[Taregh Garon]

---

The Wroshyr Tree was tall, taller than some could imagine and with branches thick enough to accommodate several men or beasts.

He stood on one such branch, a massive tree limb that he could walk across with only a small bit of difficulty as long as he maintained his balance. It was near the top of the tree, below it a myriad of other branches that created foliage and acted as numerous other limbs to fall upon or grasp. Further below that there were beasts, predators stalking around the bottom of the tree.

Vornskrs. They made his nose scrunch in a show of distaste.

Eyes searched, looking for Delsin Shaw . Narrowing from where he stood before he called out...

"I have no wish to kill you, blood will be enough."

...in fact he had met his opponent once before at the Imperial Unity Gala. Their interaction had been brief but cordial.

Reaching between his hands he pulled the cloth wrapped around his palms tighter then tensed his fingers, creating heavy fists.

He wore no armor, only a tunic and pants that provided him with ease of mobility. Too, he carried no weapon. This was to be a pugilists battle.

As stood on the branch, near the top of the tree his head tilted as he regarded the branches lower then his before his gaze swept out around him.

He waited.

 

[Delsin Shaw]

The arena had been set. The massive tree reaching high into the sky. One that created an area for which opponents could tussle within, and should they fall, the audience would still get their fun. Seeing the potential who fought for the title being consumed and fallen upon by the Vornskr. I rolled my eyes. Having fought them multiple times now, even their more dangerous counterparts of Blight Hounds, Specifically being the individual who took the final hit on the Three Headed Alpha one. These ones would have not been that much of a fight. Even with the constraints of only having our "natural weapons."

Apparently, it had gone down the grapevine that this fight was to be done without armor, and with just the natural gifts one had. Fists. Honestly, I figured with so many other combatants fighting with special weapons, and jet packs and whatever, that the act of a just good ol' fist fight, might have been a interesting prospect amongst a large tree.

The Announcer's voice broke over the stadium. Speaking of the man who was a Mandalorian-turned-Imperial. Which was ironic considering my father was an Imperial and here I am being sponsored and a quasi-member oft he Mandalorians. However, what piqued my interest further, was the aspect of already meeting this man a bit ago. In fact, I had met him briefly during a gala and in a ballroom. It was unique that two men who would be able to dine within the confines of "High Society." could also be so capable of going to a death match.

As the words of our fight broke out to begin, I could hear his voice across the branches. Finding his personage among the denseness. He didn't want to kill, just to draw blood until a fighter was crowned. I smiled and dipped my head.

"You seem a decent fellow."

I replied back. Making sure the cloth wraps across my fists were secured and well wrapped around my hands. Simply walking across the branches and towards him, I hopped up to a branch much closer. Feeling the slight wind of movement brushing against my exposed chest. Wearing nothing but pants, boots, and the gloves. Looking to him and smiling. A small sideways shake of my head as if this was just what I had to do. And so it should be.

I did not really truly share that same sentiment of only drawing blood. Drawing blood would never secure the win. It was as if one would be willing to draw a sword against their mortal enemy, only to hold it aloft to the throat and let them go after teaching them some form of whatever lesson they wanted. I came here to win. I came here to fight and kill if necessary. Just because I had met you before, doesn't mean I was going to let one off so easily. If they survived? Then I would respect them all the more for it.

"I hate to kill you."

Without much of another word, I increased my physicality through the force. Leaping the distance between us to the branch he was standing upon. Yet in that moment, My body was wreathed in the smell of the ozone. The air seemed to vibrate around me for a moment before small arcs of lightning and electricity sparked around my form.

I walked at him.

Taregh Garon Razmir Tezhyn

 

[Taregh Garon]

---

An eye roll.

Delsin Shaw was poetic, they would see if he was effective.

Already standing on the large branch of the tree when his opponent landed nearby after leaping over he regarded him, the arcs of electrical discharge that wreathed his frame.

He walked forward to meet him.

Tutaminis. Absorb Energy. Dissipate Energy. All different names for what was essentially the same power. It would cause the electricity to dissipate harmlessly if it reached out to touch him.

If he augmented himself to this point then Taregh would have used the force to increase his durability.

As he drew closer the enormous man would have raised his right arm, drawing it higher, across to his left and over his shoulder.

Then when he came within range and his right foot took the lead he would have swung his arm back down in a mammoth of a hammerfist meant to crush Delsin over the shoulder where it met the side of his neck.

 

[Delsin Shaw]

No more words. But clearly Taregh was not interested in my plight of poetic prodding, and preferred a proper pummeling. His arm drew up as I came closer, Reaching up from that position, was similar to old sword fighting techniques. Holding he blade out of someone's eyesight, believing it to be not a threat. However, that was it. It was the charging and holding in a potential overhead swing.

He waited till I got close enough. The step forward. Bringing his body weight forward. Right foot specifically. I guess Taregh had not done enough research as an Imperial to know that the Echani had well known martial arts. Even bladed dances in which timing was the crucial element. Paying attention to one's opponent, watching which direction their body moved, was part of our communication to one another.

Right foot forward, and coming down with a larger overhead swing with the same side arm? I step to my right, his left would all it would be required of me. He had no lead. No jab to distract me. Just came at me with power swings. So I would take advantage of such. Stepping with my left foot. Moving to his outside right side. A small dip in my stature to lower myself and threw a right cross directly for his abdomen. Liver shot, pancreas. Either struck caused a lot of pain. Its a soft spot not protected by the ribs.

However, the act of lowering myself in stature like this, for this shot, meant my left hand was lower. Charged and ready. So i raised myself up, and threw an upper cut for the jaw. I fought others like this for years. Many times over. The dance of fighting was our way and life. Having this fight be about martial arts? Was the biggest advantage in my corner.

Taregh Garon | Razmir Tezhyn

 

[Razmir Tezhyn]

The crack of a high-powered slugthrower rifle broke through the chaos of the arena. The audience collectively gasped, silenced by the sudden noise.

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" The announcer yelled.

Someone outside the ring had taken a shot at Delsin Shaw , carefully aimed to kill him during an opportune moment, or at the very least put a serious wound in him. It was a high-calibre round, devastating even against the heaviest armour.

Then the sound broke again. Another shot, fired from the same gun. But this one targeted Taregh Garon .

"Looks like someone has it out for the both of them!"

As soon as the sniper had appeared, he vanished again into the crowds, never to be seen or heard from again. Bribe money well spent.

 

[Taregh Garon]

---

The Hammerfist came down, swinging over Delsin Shaw as carried itself back to the right of Taregh.

A ruse.

Delsin had stepped right, Taregh's left which had put him in line for the massive fist that reached out in a straight.

With his weight on his right foot he'd used it as a pivot point, swinging into a left side lead as Delsin took the easy road under the hammerfist that had been looking for him. The pivot closed distance, drawing them closer together. His left arm, the hand curled to make a massive first snapped out with the added momentum the pivot provided for the straight; punching for the sternum of Delsin.

Once the hammerfist had passed over its intended mark Taregh would draw it inwards, angle it over his abdomen on the right to provide himself with more protection. If any of the blows Delsin thought about making materialized they'd impact forearm rather than soft tissue. Then he'd reach with it though.

Taregh was immense, standing over two foot taller than his opponent. Their weight, quite the difference as well.

In an ideal world the blow for the sternum would connect and knock Delsin back. At the very least it should interrupt what he thought was an opening and the attacks that followed, including the uppercut.

When he reached for Delsin he went for the inside of the left arm, deep into the crevice of the armpit where thick fingers would curl, squeeze and lift with the intent to hoist him up, off his feet by the axilla.

It would only be circumstance that a gun shot rang out, then another. He had no idea who was being targeted, this was an impossibility---so naturally he just tried to turn his opponent into the sound of the gunfire as soon as the first shot rang out and use him as a shield.

Razmir Tezhyn

 

[Razmir Tezhyn]

It didn't take long for another disturbance to occur. After the sniper had made his mark on the fight and collected his paycheck, one of the observer droids suddenly began to act out.

The tiny observer droid, straining against gravity to carry a container full of liquid, positioned itself directly above Delsin Shaw . Once it had steadied itself, the bottom of the container opened up, allowing a barrel's worth of water to rain on the shirtless Echani.

"Oh my, would you look at that. The imperial boys are quite popular today!"

One of the production crew passed a note to the announcer.

"I'm to pass on: 'enjoy the view, xo an admirer of fine art'. What an interesting development!"

 

[Delsin Shaw]

I was a little miffed. Arm coming down from his overhead mammoth strike. He was using his size and weight advantage. My right cross slammed into the crook of his elbow and forearm instead of the soft skin. Even with that closing, arm brought in, it closed off my upper cut window extremely tight. Sure I could probably make it, but it would not be nearly as effective as I would have liked. His arm lancing out to strike my center mass. My right cross had by that time been pulled back towards my chin.

Just in time for the strike to hit my own arm. The slam was heavy and strong. However, it was clearly not his all into that punch. Just meant to position me in a better spot for him. A bright smile on my face erupted as weapon fire rang out. Two quick shots. In that moment, I could hear the whizzing and crack of the slug as it passed way too close to my head. I lost myself in that shot. My attention ripped from me.

That relapse in my concentration gave him the opening to grab my body. Reaching into my armpit and lifting me. Impressive strength to say the least. However, that hold on the inside of my arm, meant I was in a good position to get out. A single arm hold. While the branches were wide enough for us to stand on, It was not for us to have a full area. There was the chance of pit falls and losing balance should one not be careful.

He reached deep into my left arm, swinging me around to face where the shot came from. I shrimped up within his reach. My legs being brought up between us. So as my right arm came up to a 12-6 elbow on his own arm, attempting to weaken the hold on me, My legs kicked off hard. Uniquely, I amplified it. Using the force to propel myself with Telekinesis. A rippling wave of the force burst forth from my feet to push myself away, and maybe push him from the spot and send him tumbling.

I didn't care for that moment if he did or not. I was in the air, no ground or branch beneath my feet. Even if he was still standing, My hand reached out. Grabbing the branch with the force and yanking myself back to it. With the tree being a more permanent fixture in the terrain, I used it as an anchor point to pull my body weight back to it.

Landing back down, I was too focused on the man. Trying to see if he had fallen or done something to keep himself there. When I heard above me one of the drones. Looking up for that split second, I was shocked and immediately closed my eyes. My hands coming up to my head and overing myself as something hit me. Wet and slippery.

Water.

I looked down at myself. Dripping wet with water in the middle of an arena in the desert. The drone flying away as the announcer spoke form a note about art. I rolled my eyes and looked back to my foe. Knowing all too well who sent me that water.

"Goddamn it."

Who else would want to see a half naked Echani man dripping wet while he fought to the death?

Taregh Garon | Razmir Tezhyn | Quinn Varanin

 

[Taregh Garon]

---

His grasp loosened when the elbow struck. Naturally his muscles tensed, momentarily stunned causing his grip to weaken. In another instant he was falling backwards.

As Delsin Shaw kicked away he was unbalanced. They fought on the gigantic branch of a tree. When he stumbled back, his footing lost he fell back, off of the branch.

The Wroshyr tree was massive, almost reaching as high as the skybox of the arena. There were dozens, maybe even hundreds of branches stretching out from the tree. One intercepted him long before he reached the ground.

Twisting as he fell backwards he'd catch himself against another thick branch, lower than the one they'd engaged one. Large arms slung across the elder wood while Taregh's chest pressed to it. In another instant his leg threw itself up, over the branch and he had climbed into a crouch.

Tilting his head skyward he was looking up at his opponent, still on the branch they'd met on. Now drenched in water.

Clenching his fist an audible 'cracking' sound could be heard as his fingers dug into his palm then he launched upwards.

From the crouch he shot upwards, arms extended outwards only he wasn't jumping up onto the branch; streaking into it into it.

Ren-Popo were incredibly strong, hulks in their own right and just as large. Taregh was half of one, accounting for his strength and size. Augmented by the force and he could make himself even more powerful.

Even the living wood of the Wroshyr couldn't withstand him. Arms outstretched he'd struck the branch with all his momentum causing the dense wood to splinter, reducing pieces of it to tinders as his impact tore it apart and he continued upwards towards Delsin. To say he was attempting to spear his opponent through the wood, reducing the branch to splinters while sending them into the air would be an understatement...

 

[Delsin Shaw]

Looking to what was happening, I wicked away some water from my face. My opponent was below me. He had fallen from the branch we started on. Which gave me a bit of a smile, but he had landed on another. He was already in a crouching movement by the time I found him. Looking over the edge of the branch to him. However, what surprised me, is shooting up at me. Launching himself like a slug from a sniper rifle directly at me. He didn't wait. He didn't want me to have the high ground. He would break it.

Eyes went wide like saucers as he came at me. I didn't wait for him. Lancing off to the side. A bolt of light I was. Arcing to a branch up and to the side as he slammed through the one I had been on. Even with his size, I did not think he would have done such an act. However, he wanted to do that? Fine by me. Our fight would now be interesting.

Closing my eyes, I focused for a split moment. The shadows at my feet lengthened. Stretching and forming separately of myself. Shadows of my length stood up from the branch. Forming into a solid construct of my self. The same in every way. Face, body sculpt, and even dripping with water as I was. The shades and myself smiled deeply as they rushed forward. Throwing themselves after him. Somewhere within the group of these shadowed clones was myself. Leaping up after him. Climbing the tree itself by way of jumping to push off and launch off again.

Art of Movement. A technique for which a Jedi or Force user would use their environment to move as quickly and as efficiently as possible. However, these clones and myself all came from different positions. The first one to reach him attempted to body slam him. The second closely after came to try and throw an Axe Kick from his position, the third was gathering energy into his hands during this time, finally releasing it into a blast of lighting to lance out and strike him, and even the shadow clones that may have been there.

If he was going to play as a bullet, then I would give him a fight where he had to fight me more than once.

Taregh Garon | Razmir Tezhyn

 

[Taregh Garon]

---

After the tree had erupted into debris following his impact Taregh had landed on another branch, almost as large as the first.

Without Delsin Shaw in his grasp his descend was easy. Turning his head he scanned his surroundings. Where there was one now there were three, each of them coming towards him and attacking at different angles.

Who was a clone? Who was the real man? Impossible to tell, at least for someone like Taregh who focused less on the details that might tell them apart.

One came to body slam him, this was a mistake. Whether clone or otherwise Taregh sunk down, planting his feet so that he had a powerful base that would make it more difficult to lift to lift him. A powerful forearm would follow, coming down overtop to slam and drive this assailant down into the timber of the branch. Another came at him, attempting an axe kick and his other arm raised; much like the blow that was delivered by a forearm he used the other to block the downwards arc of the leg before he pushed back to send what he hoped was an unbalanced attacker sprawling away.

Teeth grit.

He turned in time to see a third image, further away as lightning arced from his hands.

There was no time. The Lightning crackled as it struck Taregh, flesh sizzled and blackened then began to dissipate. He pressed forward, pushing into a charge. An application of Tutaminis would absorb or diminish the remainder of the electrical discharge but the pain still remained....

"RAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!"

...he'd been charging ahead, even as he was blasted by the lightning. Bullrushing towards Delsin a massive hand literally went to palm his opponents head while a shoulder turned into him to throw him backwards, to drive him towards the body of the tree that all the branches sprouted from. The Impact would be monumental, a body forced against the tree might literally leave an imprint in the living wood and a head, a head so grasped and driven likewise might be made worse.

 

[Delsin Shaw]

The first of the three Delsin was able to grab onto Taregh. Holding him for but a mere moment as the second attempted to capitalize on it. However, the shove down of the first, freed him. The second of my's kick was fought back and turned away. The leg was stopped and as he landed on the back foot, the thrown leg caused to sprawl backwards. Righting himself as the man launched himself through the lightning and into the third me. His hand grasping the head. Doing my best to fight back, my hands held onto his forearm as he slammed into a tree. As soon as the impact too place, the body stayed for a moment before disappearing into smoke and shadow.

The brunt of the attack clearly would have severely injured anyone struck by it. A powerful attack as well as the aspect of him straight up tanking the Lightning damage. While impressive, there was only so much a single man could take. Right?

The two he had left behind on the other branch were already moving as soon as the third was being destroyed. Both standing up and already working to fight him. The one that had previously tried to hold the man still rushed forward. My body built and bred for speed. Lancing out from his position to turn the table against him. Speed flowed through the body and arced to throw himself at him. Modifying his body much akin to the Way of the Monolith. His body rigid and unbreakable. Closing that distance to throw a punch in a right cross to his head. Returning the favor he had done to the other clone.

Even if it missed, or was blocked, I didn't care. A left lightning fast jab, another right hook this time, lowered body once more to a left cross towards the abdomen. A flurry of blows thrown with an increased speed.

Staying back, Gathering energy, my other half formed itself again. This time however, in his hands welled up a dark cloud of energy. Letting the other half take the fight so that this half could continue to gather this energy. Forming its shadow and shape. Growing in mass and size. I just needed time. Time that was extremely precious. Just needed a second more.

Taregh Garon | Razmir Tezhyn

 

[Taregh Garon]

---

Smoke and mirrors. The Shadow that he had driven into the body of the Wroshyr faded from existence and became nothing. Disappointing considering the blackened flesh left on his chest, the tunic that he had been wearing burnt away. He hadn't even noticed initially.

As the body of the clone dissipated he'd turn as the other came at him. This one was fast, he was almost on him. All Taregh could do was tuck his chin, raise his arms and let the Wroshyr at his back help steady him. The Punches came; right cross, jab, another right cross. His forearms would block those while he watched through the gap, waiting for his moment.

A left cross hit his abdoman, he felt the sting of pain that would result in bruising as the sting of pain radiated from the epiceter of the blow. He saw his moment though, his hands came down and reached.

Grabbing for the head, either side his fingers curled inwards so that they could grind against scalp and over skin then while thumbs hooked for the underside of the jaw. He'd jerk upwards then outstretch his arms completely to throw the body back towards the other image. Did it even matter which was the clone and which was genuine? They seemed just as powerful.

Taregh recognized the energy, the darkness welling up between the hands of a Delsin Shaw was unmistakable. This was becoming less of a pugilists ordeal, more one where otherworldly power was coming into play beyond a simple amplification of body. Narrowing his eyes he decided he wouldn't be here for it----

...they were fighting on a gigantic tree, he'd turn and leap off of the branch they were both on and let himself fall.

Falling, more controlled than the last time he'd land on another branch. This one was further down, foliage and other smaller or larger branches helping to obstruct a clear view. He'd stay close to the trunk of the Wroshyr, move around it at a lower elevation and make his opponent come to him. His chest burned when he breathed, the pain was real but it started to numb.

 

[Delsin Shaw]

He had a habit of manhandling. Size and stature with the strength he commanded. His hands coming up around my head. A smile directly in his face as he held up and threw my form back. His finger nails scraped into my scalp and left marks. I knew he did with how the water and sweat immediately filled the marks and stung. My hands coming up to his wrists and pushing up to release the pressure on my head just before he attempted to throw me. it wasn't a long distance. But enough for him to make a break down to one of the other branches. Looking up to my other half, even though I didn't need to. I could feel him shifting the energy mass around himself.

"I'll give you credit Taregh. Making me really try right now!"

Yelling out as a slight taunt with his removal from the fight. I let up to my other half. Both sets of hands forming around the shadow. The welling energy was done now. My hands reached within. Grabbing ahold of what was inside, and just began to pull out what was within. Out of it came another one of myself. Looking at the new one, we started to reach in together and each pull out another, and another. Drawing multiples of myself.

In total, there were now six of me. The side of me that held the energy slowly let go. Collapsing from the exertion of holding what was essentially a gate open. Another one reached out and held him up. To prevent him from falling over. The other four turned around and started to move about the tree. However one was directly moving towards Taregh. Once more landing hard onto the branch he stood. Standing and holding myself into a boxers stance.

"Gotta say, I enjoy this fight you got. Just not quite enough."

Three of my sides all leapt at him at once. This time, one came from behind. Ramming to hold him. Fortifying himself up underneath his legs and form. Attempting to keep him still and not let him get any fancy foot work. The other two came in to strike. First one in the boxing stance came in with two left jabs, and a right hook, while the second dropped down from above to give him what some in the Holo-film world would have called "The people's elbow." A nice and easy drop of a 12-6 elbow strike.

The two left behind up above, Barely standing and being held up by the other. Feeling all of this pain from being slammed into the tree, multiple strikes to the body. It was affecting all of my sides. Fatigue like this could only last so long. So imparting this pain into one of my sides for now was helping to keep me in the fight. Too much, and it would kill that side and transfer to the next. Eventually just striking out all of them if enough was transferred.

I was just hoping that the Sixth and final member was getting close to done with what he was doing on the far side of the tree.

Taregh Garon | Razmir Tezhyn

 

[Taregh Garon]

---

There were so many of them. It was almost overwhelming.

All Taregh could do was use his surroundings to the best of his ability.

He stayed close to the trunk of the tree but as one of the duplicates of Delsin Shaw joined him, taking the 'Boxers Stance' he'd have come forward just enough for another to come around behind him. Feeling hands wrapping around his waist in an attempt to contain him Taregh would grunt...

"How many of you do I have to beat?"

...he'd heard his voice, echoing around the foliage and above through the canopy of the tree. This was all an afterthought though. He'd push backwards, hard after he felt himself grappled from behind so that he could drive the Delsin holding him into the trunk of the tree and sandwich him between Taregh's bulk and the hard wood itself.

An elbow follow, thrust back towards that same Delsin to loosen his grip if the backwards plant had been unsuccessful. A Jab caught Taregh then, the Boxer had come closer and the blows landed cleanly, bloodying his mouth; he'd raise his left arm then to block the right hook, take it off his forearm and deflect then he'd push forward. Using the balls of his feet he'd spring forward after blocking the right cross, hopefully free of the grip that had been trying to hold him in place and leaving the third duplicate to come crashing down and give 'himself' the heavy elbow from above.

Arms outstretched as he sprung, he was reaching for the 'Boxer's neck and shoulders. It might look like he was going to attempt to choke him but really Taregh only needed to grip him firmly so that he could swing him around and off his feet in an attempt to hurl him back at the other two. Regardless he meant to put room between himself and all of the other bodies.

Reaching up after the fact he'd grasp for a smaller branch that was hanging low for support. Turning his head he spat a mouthful of blood, setting his freehand against the burn marks on his chest. With the trunk at his rear he felt some fatigue set in; it didn't feel like he'd been fighting one man when there were so many bodies coming after him...

 

[Delsin Shaw]

A quick reply came from all three of us. Quick witted just before the fight would begin again.

"Just one."

Stated so matter of fact. As if all of them could be gone by just defeating the main one. However, that thought will wait. As I was slammed back into the trunk. A solid thud and air escaping my lungs. I tried my best to hold on, trying to hide my head, but the elbow came down and smacked square into my upper shoulder and trap muscle. It stung with force and feeling the pinch all the way down my arm. I couldn't hold. However, in that time, he had gotten hit a couple times by my other end. The hits smacked and I could hear them despite the conflict going on. Looking up, The third one came down fast. Throwing up a force push to slow his fall and prepare him for the impact.

He came down not so hard and was able to stop from landing and injuring himself. However, he started to slip. Sliding down to the side. I didn't try to catch him. Just stayed still and was rubbing my shoulder to get the pain out. Slowly it did as the other two up higher from us were taking the pain away from the three of us. We two stood up and were about to start closing in when the third was thrown at our direction. A soft smile crept my lips.

The Boxer side slammed into me, but missed the Kicker. Catching him against the back of the tree for support, He hit hard but not too bad. What was screaming was by back. Getting slammed twice in such a short period. Above us came the cries of the Delsin that was taking all of the damage. He was hurting bad. However, Taregh was bleeding. Hit something in his jaw or mouth enough to cause damage. While it could just be a cut lip, it could be from the abdomen shots, and the multiple face hits. It was draining. And was slowly becoming a war of attrition. Who would out last the other?

Standing up from the tree, and being smacked into it, I reached out. Tapping the hand of the one trying to stand up and hang on after throwing the ax kick. HIs body faded and just became a puff of shadow and smoke. The other came over and walked directly into me. Becoming one person.

Steps taken forward slowly, and then picked up into a straight sprint to close the distance. I reached out with the force. My hand acting as its commander to pull him towards me. Trying to just keep him within distance of our fight. Trying to keep him from running away from me. He kept backing out and getting a breath. He kept getting free and finding a moment to breathe. Instead of throwing multiple of me at him, I'll just keep going after him myself. Right as I yoinked him towards me, I launched myself at him in turn. Fortifying myself into the Way of the Monolith. Throwing one massive punch and the collision of which would hopefully do some serious damage.

Taregh Garon | Razmir Tezhyn

 

[Taregh Garon]

---

His chest heaved. Breathing came heavy and was more noticeable due to the rise and fall of his chest.

Deep breaths were painful, the blackened and scorched marks on his chest the telltale sign of the damage done there.

Using the smaller branch that he'd reached for to help support himself while he balanced on the thicker limb that both he and Delsin Shaw occupied he hadn't noticed what was happening. As his opponent reformed, his duplicates becoming a single individual again Taregh took the time to breath, to recover. Wiping his mouth with the back of a hand he'd turned his head when he heard the footsteps.

Seeing Delsin begin his sprint Taregh had begun to turn to meet him when he felt the pull of the force, saw the way his opponent held his hand as though commanding it.

Instead of letting himself be pulled off balance or resisting Taregh rode the 'pull' that would have drug him towards Delsin. Rushing into it instead of fighting against it. When Delsin leapt so did he.

Launching himself he'd shift, turning his right hip forward and lifting his knee simultaneously. A Flying Knee. The Heavy blow of his opponent would glance off the outside of his thigh as Taregh lifted his leg and shifted his hips while driving his knee forward towards Delsin's skull hoping to snap it backward and crack bone as momentum met momentum to create a monumental force.

"Let this be the one then!"

…his mouth was wide, one arm crossed beneath his chin the other tucked close to his ribs as he leapt. Spittle flew as he roared the words.