Duel Golbah Brawl

[Eternal Storm]

G O L B A H​

For the most part, the Confederacy was a place of peace. Violence, while not non-existent, was something that was generally frowned on. War was not commonplace, and for the most part, was the last resort utilized to defend the CIS and the galaxy from threats too malicious to be ignored.

But who didn’t enjoy some rough and tumble fun?

The Petranaki Arena on Geonosis was a historic coliseum, and every quarter year it was the host of brawls that saw some of the Confederacy’s best fighting while onlookers gaped, cheered, applauded, and gambled. The last was the most important, as the proceeds of the event including gambling taxes, went towards a rotating Geonosian charity; this time, it was for the Fund for Destitute Geonosian Younglings.

The atmosphere of the crowd would only grow in hype as the fighters made their way out into the arena. For it was time to brawl.

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[Beric Layne]

F R O S T B U R N

Tag: Darth Ravis | Sutra Kaye

Beric was not one to usually fight. But it had been a while since he'd been able to hone his blade and powers against others of equal skill. While Millu was indeed improving, training her was not the same as training himself. And if there had been a lesson that he'd learned from his duel on Ryloth, it was that he needed to not neglect his skills with fighting and the force.

And besides -- this Petranaki Arena event was a fight that would be giving to charity. That would, at least, calm any moral qualms he would have about seriously knocking up his opponents.

He walked out onto the arena, awaiting his competition -- and whoever would elect to be his ally.
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[Darth Ravis]

R A V I S​

Tag: Beric Layne | Sutra Kaye

To ask whether Darth Ravis fought would be a waste of breath. It wasn't like most beings already were, but even the most pitiful of life forms always had the chance to prove themselves useful. Ravis did fight, though. His title of Darth all but implied that fact. Every soul that perished from his blade, whose blood was spilled by his powers in the force, was a soul consumed in his quest to grow his power.

And a chance to fight what fledgling candidates the Confederacy would have to offer, without fear of retribution? It was an opportunity too good to pass up on.

He could see that the brawl had been organized roughly into two sides, and so he went to stand by a man dressed in armor with a lightsaber at his side. The stranger gave off an aura of quiet power, and although Ravis could sense the stench of the light side on him, for the moment he would set that aside. For he was a Sith, but he was also a man of armor. He silently nodded towards the man, and in return, the man reciprocated the gesture, before they turned both to wait for their opponents to arrive.

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[Sutra Kaye]

M A R A S E N N A​

Tag: Beric Layne | Darth Ravis

The Queen did as she pleased.

Sutra Kaye, Queen and rightful ruler of the Deep, was not one to be entranced by petty fights. To descend to the depths of mortal combat, to grace those beneath her station with her presence. But there were times when those in the overworld needed to be reminded of their place in the galaxy and beyond.

And so Sutra found herself in a dirty, dusty arena crowded by throngs of simpleminded crowds, preparing to fight whatever this lowly nation had to offer. And she found herself with two men, their aura surprisingly rich with the force, standing on her side of the ring. How intriguing.

"Nice to meet you, boys," she crooned as she walked in between them, her hand brushing lightly, seductively over their inner shoulder She could sense their heads turn to watch her as she walked between and past them, but did not look at them until she was standing a pace in front of them, turning her neck to smile at them over her shoulder. "This should be. . . fun."

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[Kyyrk]

B R A W L
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Voph stood just outside the entrance to one side of the Arena. Beside him, his lone companion was also preparing himself for what was to come. The last time Voph had stood alongside Adron Malvern was the Battle of Tanaab. Together the two had wrought havoc on the Sith and Mandalorian fleets. This was the first that the two had stood together on the ground. And yet Voph had a rather keen sense of how Adron operated. The Force surrounded the two titans of combat, penetrating their every fiber as a Meld was slowly established between them.

Voph tightened the gauntlets around his arms, checking the systems within to ensure that they were in good working order. This bout may be a charity exhibition. But Voph hadn't agreed to a script of any kind. Whatever waited for them, it would be hard earned, and hard fought. As the gate rolled open, Voph stepped into the arena to the roar of the crowd. <<Show time, my friend.>>

"And facing off against our chosen champions, one of the most formidable combatants known to the Confederacy! You all know him, you all love him, Obsidian Lord Voph, the Wrath of Vylmira!" Voph's hand outstretched as he came to a halt, and with a loud crack, his lightsaber popped into existence and flew towards his hand, igniting as the blade spun around his hand in a flashy, and wholly unnecessary show. It was an exhibition match, after all. It was for the kids. Why not get a little showy with it? Voph brought the blade to his signature ready stance, gripped tight in both hands held ready before him. Lightning crackled down the length of the white blade, and the Force surged around him.

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It had been too long since he'd last had a good old fashioned duel.

Too long indeed...

Darth Ravis | Beric Layne | Sutra Kaye

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[Adron Malvern]

KING​

Tags: Kyyrk | Beric Layne | Sutra Kaye | Darth Ravis ​

A proud echo of a laugh came from the challenger's hall. He could not help but hold his lips into a content smile as he stepped from the shadows, finding his place next to Kyyrk . He walked into the arena, his ebony boots crunching into the mixture of sand and rock as he strode beside the Obsidian Lord. As they came to a stop, turning to their opponents the Sith arched a brow in something akin to confusion. "Is that all?" He said with a smug tone. The sun was blazing as always, causing the Exarch's eyes to rise as his hand came to block the blazing ball of fire and gas. He was uncomfortable, incredibly so even though it was not truly due to the sun above.

The armored plates of Crimson Dread shifted with each movement. They were moderately heavy, even though the suit was relatively light there was still some weight to be noticed. The discomfort did not come from the shifting metal, instead it was the weight of the hunger that filled him, the thirst for blood. Perhaps it was not a wise decision to wear the armor in the arena, yet if he was to become more proficient at sating its hunger then he would need more practice.

"Well I suppose we will stand side by side once again." He said, turning his eyes to Voph with an expectant expression.

He lifted a sheathed blade onto his shoulder, the black scabbard resting against one of the crimson plates. The Sith lord pulled at the Kingsaber that was on his waist, letting it roll over into his hand until the ignition pad was flat against his thumb.

Snap-hiss.

The Force Is With Us.

Almost immediately the power of the Kingsaber linked Kyyrk and Adron. Both of their eyes would gain an amethyst glow as the Illyrian King took a single step forward. With his sword still resting on his shoulder, he turned his amethyst eyes to his opponents with a small smile.

"Well then, my lord Voph. You will have to forgive me for taking the initiative." That was when the Sith turned to his enemies and too a few gradual steps ahead of Voph. He placed himself several meters ahead of his ally before taking a practiced stance. With a blade in each hand he extended his swords towards two of the three opponents. "Let us begin." He said with a smile.
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[Sutra Kaye]

M A R A S E N N A

Tag: Beric Layne | Darth Ravis | Kyyrk | Adron Malvern

Sutra Kaye smiled as the challengers entered the arena. She could feel their aura in the force, and she could tell that they were strong, no doubt. It would be interesting to toy with them, to observe what extremes they would take and what feats they were capable of.

The energy of the Force and the Nether rolled over her, and she breathed in slowly as she let its power envelope her. If they thought that she would fight -- at least in a conventional sense -- then that would be their first mistake. She turned once more to give a knowing smile to the two men behind her before she fully embraced the energy of the Nether, letting it carry her away into nothing.

She had transcended physical being for the moment; her presence now in the Nether and connected even stronger to the Force, she melded her minds with that of the two. Now, let us begin, she communicated telepathically with them.
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[Beric Layne]

F R O S T B U R N​

Tag: Sutra Kaye | Darth Ravis | Kyyrk | Adron Malvern

As their two opponents walked out onto the arena, Beric couldn't help the apprehension that welled in his stomach. He knew these two -- Voph, the ex-Lord Commander of the Knights Obsidian, but no less a formidable foe, and Adron Malvern, Exarch of the Confederacy, who Beric had not seen in combat but he could sense the confidence that the Exarch exuded.

"So, what's our plan?" he asked, looking at his two allies.

"Fight," the other man grunted. Beric could see that the man's eyes were singed yellow by the dark side. But it didn't discomfort him on a physical yellow. Most of the Knights Obsidian that he knew and respected were practitioners of the dark side themselves, and Beric welcomed them to their belief so longa s they all fought towards a common goal. It looked like the same would happen here, so he nodded and ignited his lightsaber, the ice-blue blade humming in the Geonosian heat. He began to steady his breathing, calming his emotions as he began to draw on the elements around him, readying himself to strike or defend.

The woman, a pace forward, gave a smile before dark energy cascaded over her body and she. . . disappeared. Beric was startled by it, but even more so when he heard a small yet commanding voice speak in his mind: Now, let us begin.

Who are you? he thought.

I am your ally, Beric, son of Jormund, the woman's voice replied, and Berric's brow furrowed. Now that the woman was inside his head, what would she have access to? But that wasn't the concern, he supposed. Not now. He held his lightsaber in a one-handed grip, waiting for their opponents to make the first move.

 

[Darth Ravis]

D A R K N E S S

Tag: Beric Layne | Sutra Kaye | Adron Malvern | Kyyrk

The two that approached did not frighten the Sith. He welcomed the challenge. He welcomed battle. He welcomed bloodshed.

The other man, the one whose Light stank like a curse, asked what their course of action should be. A grunt of Fight was Ravis's only response. In battle, one could not expect the carnage to play out orderly like a game of chess. You sensed the flow of the Force and if needed, took it by the reigns and steered it towards your victory. Anything else was a weakness.

Suddenly, the woman in front of them disappeared as the energies of the Nether and Dark Side rippled over her body, giving one last seductive smile before she slipped from the material plane. And as he felt her conscience meld with his, his resolve turned from iron to steel. The fight was coming. And he was ready. He ignited his crossguard lightsaber, thrusting out his arm sideways and stomping with his leg in a single fluid motion as its crimson blade hummed to life. "I will take the one on the right, the dual wielder," he decided, not waiting to see if the other man would want to choose.
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[Kyyrk]

D U E L
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A soft purple glow grew from behind Voph's mantle as the Battle Meld between the two warriors grew. Voph's off hand released his grip on the blade, and it was brought out to his side. His off-hand curled into a claw and the Force grew around him. The loose strands of hair around his brow began to shift, and his cloak began to billow in a wind that had not existed mere moments ago. The sky above them grew dark, and the sands beneath shifted, whipping up into the air with significant force.

The protective bubble around Voph prevented the sand from cutting into his exposed skin. Soon, the sandstorm had achieved such a ferocity that conventional visibility was non-existent. Voph's off-hand extended out, and a low, foul chant uttered from his lips. The twisted language of the High Sith were drowned out by the harsh winds about the combatants, but the effect remained all the same. A Miasma of Dark began to stream forth from his being. Heavy and oppressive, it slowly began to crush any unable to resist the dark. Even moving required a great effort under the onslaught.

The Witch had shifted from the physical realm into another one entirely. Fully immersed in the Netherworld certainly had its benefits, but also placed her at an extreme disadvantage. For when one saw through the Force, any who immersed themselves within it stood out like a beacon among the dark. Voph grinned. It was time to hunt.

Adron Malvern | Darth Ravis | Beric Layne | Sutra Kaye

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[Adron Malvern]

KING​

Tags: Kyyrk | Beric Layne | Darth Ravis | Sutra Kaye ​

The King took a few steps forward, chuckling softly as the sands rose around them. He had been of the same mind of Voph, the same action. They were more than partners in battle, they acted as one. With the Obsidian Lord's storm conjured above them and his sight obscured, the Sith had to rely on the Force to guide him. Even steps broke into a run.

He did not charge for his opponent, instead he let his legs follow the winds that blew around them. He became one with the shifting sands, following the most dense part of the storm to remain hidden from his opponents.

When finally the man appeared again, it would be behind the two men, Beric Layne and Darth Ravis . The Dark Lord of the Sith seemed to pose the most threat to Darth Malphas, so he was the first one to be assaulted. Exploding from the sand storm, Adron brought his lightsaber down in a harsh slash to the man's back. His sheathed sword was tucked underneath his arm, keeping it in control as he aimed to strike at Beric.
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[Darth Ravis]

D A R K N E S S

Tag: Beric Layne | Sutra Kaye | Kyyrk | Adron Malvern

There were some who relied on the Force. Who allowed the Force to be their crutch, who allowed to supplant their abilities when they themselves were not sufficient.

They were weak. Pathetic.

A true Sith did not rely on the Force. A true Sith took control of the Force with reins of iron, jockeying for control until it bent to their will. Darth Ravis was not some low-lying, preaching scum. All he knew, all he practiced, was this basic, simple, eternal truth of the domination of will. And this duel would be no different. Even as the one on the left began his chant in High Sith, Darth Ravis was uncowed. He merely let the miasma of dark energy that poured from an opponent in turn strengthen his own connection. The Darkness was not his enemy. It was his ally.

His crimson-bladed crossguard lightsaber crackled with power as Ravis waited for his opponent. He had singled out the Illyrian -- he designated the man as such, for the man had the obnoxious flair that those who hailed from that world tended to exude -- to be his foe, content that the Lightbearer would be able to manage the sorcerer in his absence. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to peer past the physical blocking of the sandstorm and into the aura that each Force User cast. He watched in his mind as the Illyrian flanked them as if to catch them by surprise before leaping in the air and bringing his lightsaber down in a powerful slash on his descent.

At the last moment, Ravis whipped around, his yellow-singed eyes burning with fury. His blade swung with him, around and upwards, rebuffing the Illyrian's blow with a ferocity that echoed through the arena. He did not give the Illyrian a second more to strike, sending a powerful concussive blast with the Force, using his off-hand to extend his will through the precise usage of telekinesis. He grunted as adrenaline overwhelmed him before he advanced on the Illyrian, bringing his lightsaber around for another power-filled swing at the man's torso.
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[Beric Layne]

F R O S T B U R N​

Tag: Darth Ravis | Sutra Kaye | Kyyrk | Adron Malvern

Beric waited as the ex-Lord Commander summoned a sandstorm of surprising ferocity. He could feel the Dark Side coursing through his circumstantial ally, as well as his two opponents in front of him. In fact, the entire arena was filled with the sickly darkness exuding from the warriors who fought, leaving Beric alone, like a single candle against the oppressive dark.

But Beric was not a single candle, nor was he a weakly-flickering flame. He was an inferno.

A smile touched the edges of his mouth as the storm neared. Voph had erred in believing that the storm would be a deterrent, for Beric was well-studied, if not mastered, in the art of elemental manipulation. It was one of his oft-used abilities, a gift that had come in handy when traversing the extreme weather conditions of his homeworld. Compared to the power of Vandor's blizzards, however, this storm could not hope to compare. Beric raised a hand and thrust his own manipulation of the weather in to counter Voph's, calming winds where he could and diverting their path around him where we could not.

The miasma of dark energy that coursed openly from the ex-Lord Commander's body was an altogether different matter. Elements of nature were mastered easily enough; not so much with the raw, carnal energy of the force. But although he could not outright destroy it, he could keep it at bay, centering and nourishing the spark of light that burned in his core. I will keep the forces of Dark from corrupting your Light, young warrior, he heard that same voice whisper in his head. The woman working her magic. Beric's brow furrowed, annoyed by her patronizing tone, but he otherwise remained silent.

The sudden ringing of lightsabers alerted him to the fact that he was being much more negligent than he should and he quickly turned his boots grinding in Geonosis's dust. The Exarch had flanked them and had swung his lightsaber down at the Sith's back, who countered by pivoting and swinging his own blade upwards to parry the Exarch's blow. The Sith then unleashed a powerful but unusually precise concussive blast. His mind still partially concentrating on the storm that whirled around them, and now Voph as well, Beric rotated his lightsaber in his hand as he watched in anticipation for what the Exarch's next move would be.

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[Sutra Kaye]

M A R A S E N N A

Tag: Beric Layne | Darth Ravis | Kyyrk | Adron Malvern

Oh, how wonderfully trivial was this game these pawns played. If Sutra were bored, or if she had no stake in this fight, she would be content to enjoy watching mortals pretend at power. Yet for some reason, she had joined in on this, when the better course of action would've been to let the boys have their fun.

Regrets mattered not. Solemn vows in word given did.

She felt as the older adversary spoke words in his High Sith, a petulant language developed by those who wished to apply rules to a Force with boundless nature. She diverted that miasma back into the causality of the Force with ease, though not fully, not wishing to exert the necessary effort it would take to expunge that kind of energy. It seemed to feed the Sith, the actual Sith, that was fighting alongside the Light-bearer, so containing it would not necessarily be beneficial to her allies. Nevertheless, she would make sure that the darkness did not overwhelm young Layne, informing the man as of much through their telepathic connection.

For the most part, she was content to observe for the time being. Observe how they tried to gain the upper hand through the element of surprise, only to in turn be rebuffed by Sith. Watch as the other sought for her through the Force. It would be intriguing, at the very least, to see what moves they would make next.
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[Kyyrk]

D U E L
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Almost as soon as the wave of oppression crashed against them, it vanished. Voph did not allow the darkness to persist. It was merely a test. A test that they had failed. For Adron's target had bathed in it. Welcomed its horrid depths. And now, as the two clashed blades, Voph was ready to begin his assault. Voph threw his lightsaber with great force at the man, forcing him to either deflect, or take the brunt of the hurled blade. But Voph was not content to rest on his laurels. With the witch gone, and Berric on the defensive, Voph was wide open to continue his assault.

Voph's left hand rose, palm out, and he breathed a heavy sigh. For a split second, it was as if the Force had left him. Then it returned with the fury of a thousand suns. And the fury of a thousand suns poured from his hand, a tight focused beam bearing down directly on the Sith. He may welcome the Dark. Wallow in it like so many others. But Voph was a master of duality. One who walked the path of both light and dark. Life and death. And though the shaft of light was not nearly destructive as its walled counterpart, it certainly would not tickle either...

Adron Malvern || Darth Ravis || Beric Layne

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[Adron Malvern]

COMBATANT​

Tags: Kyyrk | Beric Layne | Darth Ravis | Sutra Kaye ​

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The King's opponent was well versed in the Sith arts. Although Adron had hidden himself from the man's eyes, there were yet the many threads of the Force that bound and tethered them together. When his attack was met with the crimson blade of his enemies crossguard saber, he felt the Force surge at their connection. Monstrous strength met his lightsaber, had Adron's grip not been sure and proper it likely would have been a strike to rob him of his favored weapon. It remained firmly fastened in his hands, yet the power behind the blow forced the man into an unexpected jerk. His lightsaber arm flew wide and Adron's boots cut through the sifting sand. Where his entire body had been facing Ravis, now he was forced into a side faced stance. ​

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It did little when the Force exploded from the Sith Lord he stood against. As Adron's right foot slammed into the ground from Ravis' parry, there was a screen of omniscient power that flowed between the two Sith. The concussive blast was a powerful one, yet not powerful enough to shatter the King's shield. He was forced back, his feet sliding through the sand a few feet from the blow. His amethyst blade had come in front of his face in a guarding maneuver.​

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With his blade still tucked under his arm, Adron's mind melded with Kyyrk and he saw through the eyes that gazed at Ravis' unguarded back. ​

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The weight of the Dark Side was powerful and in a single moment, it assaulted Ravis. His knees, his ankles, his joints, every fiber of his being would suddenly feel an incomparable pressure, meant to lock the Sith in place and make movement virtually impossible. The technique was meant to paralyze the Sith and make him more susceptible to Voph's attack. The maneuver, however, forced Adron's own body to freeze in place as his eyes came to a soft close. So long as he used the technique on Ravis, he could not hope to move. ​

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[Sutra Kaye]

M A R A S E N N A​

Tag: Beric Layne | Darth Ravis | Kyyrk | Adron Malvern

Interesting developments.

Forces of light. Forces of dark. Melding. Clashing. Oh, it was so delectable.

Sutra saw the double-combo that the two adversaries were aiming for on Darth Ravis. And though she could not intercede physically, she was able to whisper in the melded minds of the trio. Sometimes nothing more than whispers could destroy a fortress or defeat an attack.

As for the Illyrian -- Ravis had identified him as such, and Sutra heard all that Ravis thought -- his Force attacks had rendered him equivocally paralyzed. Whatever the Force was caused to suffer on others, that debt would be repaid. And as the Illyrian stood hapless, Mara too whispered -- not in his mind, for his mental shields were too strong, but as if she were merely a disembodied voice, speaking only so that Adron could hear her.

"Adron Malvern," she crooned. "Must you resort to party favors? I thought I would be impressed by one of the Vicelord's chosen."

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[Beric Layne]

F R O S T B U R N

Tag: Sutra Kaye | Darth Ravis | Kyyrk | Adron Malvern

As Beric stood and watched the two Sith duel in their powers, the Force suddenly alerted him to Voph's movements at his flank. Suddenly he felt the woman's presence in his mind again, and particles of visions flashed in his mind -- a lightsaber thrown, spinning towards Ravis as forces of light and dark assaulted him on either side -- premonitions of the future?

Beric pivoted, just in time to see Voph line up his throw. Realizing he had only a moment's notice to act, he launched himself over to Ravis's back, using the force to increase his speed momentarily to make it in time. And luckily he did. His ice-blue blade flashed upwards and to the side, diverting the path of Voph's spinning blade and sending it into the ground on the side. Next came the ex-Lord Commander's attack, a blast of the Light Side of the Force. It was meant to eradicate the dark; but against Beric, it was ineffectual. He let the right radiate on him for a moment before it dissipated, before lowering his lightsaber to do his own attack.

Beric concentrated, closing his eyes and calming his breathing as the sand discarded by the storm rose around him, swirling. Then, he opened his eyes and with an intensity sent the sand hurtling in a precise spiral, pummeling towards Voph.
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[Darth Ravis]

D A R K N E S S

Tag: Beric Layne | Sutra Kaye | Kyyrk | Adron Malvern

Ravis could sense Beric behind him, redirecting the sorcerer's attacks. And although he could not forgive the man for submitting to the shallowness and weakness of the light side, he could be grateful. So far, the man had earned what little respect he could.

His attention was now allowed to focus solely on the Illyrian for the moment, who was now using the Dark Side of the Force to try and restrict Ravis's movement. Perspiration beaded on the forehead of the Sith, his yellow eyes burning with power and hate, baring his teeth as his body strained against the Illyrian's manipulations. The Illyrian was using the Force to inhibit his physical self, yes.

But the Ravis's access to the power of the Force was uninhibited.

Rage continued to build within him and with it the Dark Side. Drawing from the power he'd collected from the miasma, from the rage that he felt within him. And then he let it out, a wave of hatred, amplified and fueled by the Dark Side aimed at the Illyrian, capable of smashing through physical and mental defense alike with ease, at once filling and silencing the arena with its deafening tone.

Free of the physical shackles that had been placed on him, Ravis let the fury within him amplify his speed and strength as he rushed the Illyrian, slashing sideways at the man across his torso before bringing his crimson lightsaber up and down in a powerful, two-handed-grip downward slash.
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[Oleander Webb]

S P E C T A T O R
Darth Ravis | Beric Layne Sutra Kaye | Kyyrk | Adron Malvern ​

Lounging from above, a dagger vacantly spinning in his grasp, Oleander watched the battle with a vacant expression. There was a moment, now and then, where the thought of jumping into the fray would drift into his mind. Such thoughts were quickly dismissed, the being all too pleased with letting those in the arena duke it out. It was entertaining, no doubt. Not to mention a moment for the Anzat to sit back, do some reconnaissance. In the event he'd have to face any of those fighters in the future, the knowledge would make for a delightful advantage to hold.

He chuckled at the thought. Each individual down there would likely make for an interesting hunt, a challenge at the very least and possibly deadly at most. Which was fine, they were welcome to certainly try. And he'd be sure to enjoy the soup that'd come from such an encounter, too. For the moment though, Oleander would keep to watching, collecting information, enjoying the show.