Duel Galactic Kaggath Round 2: Delsin Shaw vs Fenn Stag

[Razmir Tezhyn]

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Delsin Shaw vs Fenn Stag​

Molten rock covered the arena floor, churning under the pressure of its own heat. The dying corpse of the Wroyshr tree lit up with flame, descending steadily as its base burned away. Great branches broke away and were quickly consumed by the lava. As it devoured the last remnants of the first round’s environment, the second round’s stage took shape.

Platforms were scattered throughout the arena. They ranged from small ones which could barely hold one person to larger ones that evoked small duelling rings. Dozens of them floated at various heights, their machinery shielded against the heat from below.

Together, they formed the battleground for this round: a precarious battle above all-consuming lava with limited space to stand on.

Those who fell would be incinerated by the lava and forgotten in a tomb of molten rock.

The announcer’s voice cut through the excited chatter of the crowds as the combatants were ferried into the arena on small, floating platforms: “In remembrance of the Battle of Mustafar, fought by the First Order and the Galactic Alliance many decades ago, we present to you the second battlefield of the Kaggath!”

“And WELCOME to the SECOND ROUND of the FIRST GALACTIC KAGGATH TOURNAMENT.”

“Fighting for your viewing pleasure: representing the Mandalorian Empire, he is the terror from beyond, DELSIIIIIN SHAAAW!”

“And facing off against him: a Mandalorian warrior of few words but great deeds, he is the Wolf of Mandalore, FENN STAAAG!”

“MAY THE STRONGER MANDALORIAN PREVAIL!”​

 

[Mauve]

A droid swooped in low over the crowd, hummed along the surface of the lava, then whisked over Delsin Shaw and his platform. An object detached from the bottom and clattered in front of him.

"What's this?!" cried the announcer, "A gift for our challenger already? Well that looks like a PERSONAL SHIELD GENERATOR!"

 

[Fenn Stag]

HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO
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Preliat's armor fit him more and more every day.

He was infact, an exact perfect copy of Preliat. Minus the wear and tear-

And perhaps getting to the point of being just as lethal.

He stared hatefully, his helmet removed, cusped under his left arm, in his right, the spear taken from the foe, Hakon Fett . He took a deep breath, inhaling the foul, rotting, burning air. His body seemed fine- the stint in the bacta tank did wonders for him. His armor was polished, repaired, and his gear impeccably put together. He stared hatefully from across the way at Delsin Shaw .

"The false Mandalore has selected you. How fitting it is for him to do so."

His hand, practiced, mechanical but all-too deadly, placed his father's helmet atop his head. He tapped the spear on the ground, sparking the platform beneath him. He turned his head- a momentary glance, and Preliat was there again. Tall as he was, but sharing the armor.

While not explicit- Delsin, for a moment, could feel another presence around Fenn. As if seeing double in the force, for just a moment

"Such disgrace that they chose a Sith to represent them."

He stood, dead silent, breathing deeply through the filtered air of his helmet. His HUD came online, feeding him data. But between the two warriors- he didn't need it. There was just the two of them. There was no crowd. There was no spectacle. There were no cameras.

Two warriors. Nothing more.