Jedi Dueling Tournament! Jade V D. Starchaser

[Coren Starchaser]

It was the day, Jedi were coming in from all across the galaxy for the dueling tournament. While a good number signed up, many more were showing up for the networking and rest-and-relaxation that such a tournament would provide for such an event. Setting up a number of arenas around the Temples on (Praxeum World), the Jedi Praxeum was hosting Jedi from all walks to duel for eternal glory.

Or bragging rights and whatever the Jedi Artisans could cook up in their labs. Coren Starchaser, one of the figureheads of the galaxy’s Jedi, was, almost obviously, at the center of the tournament’s idea, but would only be stepping in as an alternate. He had pieced together groups into brackets based on Jedi rank and not necessarily skill levels.

What he had were several rings set up for Masters, Knights, and Padawans to go toe-to-toe. Rules were simple, compete for the time allowed, and anyone who gets knocked down is out. Step to the side, and let the contest continue as others advanced. There would be a benefit for all who participated by the end, but those who rose to the top would earn a few items.

What was happening before the tournaments, was ensuring that armors were removed, any imbued items were removed, and general sparring outfits were granted. From bodysuits, to robes, to other workout gear. Rows of training melee weapons were set up. If someone had a preferred melee weapon? They’d find the mundane, training variant here. Jedi Sentinels from Starchaser’s influence were approaching of the outdoor combat zones. Each were set up to provide enough room to spar, but no real environmental challenge.

[OOC: This thread is is for the Match with [member="Romi Jade"] versus [member="Damian Starchaser"]]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Damian paced a little bit, his uncle having patted him down like a common thief before the match making sure he didn't have any of the gadgets he was used to using in a fight. It was lighthearted in a way with sarcastic witticism shared between the two but it still bothered Damian. No matter how many times he had been searched while infiltrating some pirate nest or criminal syndicate he'd never liked it and this time was no exception. Still the fence was being mended, the family reunited and to that end he'd traveled to this spot to partake in a fighting tournament of all things. So in the name of family Damian put on his best smile and pretended to be at ease. He was very good at pretending.

The young man pursed his lip as he approached. He wore loose fitting athletic clothing, not the suit he was used to, but better for his purposes here. Moisture wicking fabric made from his fashion company to keep him dry and cool. He manufactured it himself of course, Chase Fashion seeing to all his needs. Damian swam, and ran, and considered himself athletic, which was needed in his line of work. He could shimmy up walls, jump and vault across rooftops, and make his way into all sorts of situations. He was a good athlete.

A wild beast doesn't limber up before the hunt, and yet Damian stretched and moved about preparing for a fight. It was a strange sensation to be preparing for a fight, normally things like that happen more spontaneously in Damians life. He had fought Darth Carnifex, Kaine Zambrano, or whatever name he choose to go by now, when he was a padawan, a boy. He held his own using a cache of explosives on the man before withdrawing. He didn't have explosives here. When he ran into the Whiphid Sith Velok he had fought hard using a umbrella to fend off attack. That fight had come down to pugilism and the two scrambling to see who could get to a rock to bash the others heads in. Well he imagined things wouldn't be so desperate here. At least he would hope no one would take a little sparring tournament that seriously.

Pacing around and waiting for his opponent to arrive Damian considered. He was good at many things, and had fought many fights with guile, deception, hand to hand combat, and a trusty blaster. Damian Starchaser was good at many things... fighting in a straight fight with a lightsaber just isn't one of them.....

His opponent arrived and Damian put on a smile and walked with a hand extended. "Damian Starchaser," he said, the niceties had to be observed after all, "Pleasure to meet you."


[member="Romi Jade"]

 

[Romi Jade]

Her eyebrow rose.

She held up her finger. She stopped Coren in his tracks; he wasn't going to pat her down. His reasons would be unrelated, anyway it was nothing for her to slip out of the jacket he once owned, and grant him with again. For the most part she'd been use to utilizing bodysuits over traditional robes...they were more her style. The whole modest thing she felt was outdated and sometimes hindered her process when it came to field work. And...none of what she decided to wear during the tournament was of her usual field gear.

She began down the slight decline towards the center arena, pulling her weight back and holding herself in place at the tense of her leg muscles. Pinning her hair up into a ponytail, she reached out after and met an extended hand with her own. "Starchaser?" Her face lit up...so she was finally meeting someone in Coren' family but...in a duel?

Right.

"Romi Jade. I.." She shook it off, "I'm sure we'll talk after..."

She ran her hand along her waist, tracing it until she could lace her fingers around her lightsaber. On the detach, she reached back around with her free hand and removed the utility belt in full from around her waist, tossing it to the side.

"Alright...I'm ready."

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

"Right," Damian said after, "Plenty of time when the fight is over." He doubted she would want to talk to him when the fight is over regardless of which way it went. When he fought things tended to get a bit primal.

Pacing back to his corner, as it was, he felt at his side and gripped an unfamiliar hilt of a training saber. His own saber was curved with decoration, and as a backup he carried his old masters blade given to him when still in apprenticeship. Neither were with him now. Taking a deep breath he ignited the blade and darted across the pitch.

The force amplified his physical abilities and with preternatural speed he darted to the intended target. His saber didn't swing wildly in a downward thrust or attempt to bisect his opponent, instead there was an upper cut the blade flicking to the ground and picking up dirt and sand flinging it at the face of his opponent. After literally flinging mud Damian would follow up with a rapid succession of blows as fast as his force enhanced body could muster. Damian did not fight fair. The hope was to distract and disorient so he could get in close and find an opening. Rapid Dominance, better known as shock and awe, was a tactic designed to affect the will and perception of an opponent. It was what Damian wanted to achieve here, by coming out fast and furious he hoped to seize control of the environment and overload his adversaries perception, gaining the upper hand by putting Romi on her back foot... although in this case it was a bit more literal than normally intended.

[member="Romi Jade"]

 

[Romi Jade]

Her eyes twitched in a series of uncoordinated clicks, Romi could read almost everyone...she was just that observational. She knew this would be a situation drawn out only by wit...and that was also one of her favorable avenues of pursuit; on occasion. However, her approach was different in the fact that she usually waited to utilize such tactics and that was probably where she underestimated Damian; he came out the doors with it...

Her eyebrow rose when she'd seen the blurr that was her opponent coming for her, and within those spare seconds of thought she did what she knew would incapacitate him and slow his advance.

She quickly drew air in, her chest rising with as much as she could take in within the time she had left. Her throat began to vibrate, crawling up and breaking free from her mouth like a detonator. This would lack the stopping power because of the timing, but she would take the frequency of this all the way up.

Skreeeeee!

An ear splitting shriek arose from her mouth, her cry alone consuming the room in which they were in. And as she sang her song, she still became victim to the sand being flung in her face. Her initial reaction brought forth her forearm to cover her eye as she beckoned back with her head.

In the spirit of overloading your opponents perception, if she was going to be blinded then he would go deaf...Either way, she was going to be on him like a feral animal in the next few seconds; he was her mark.

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

[member="Romi Jade"] was pretty, very much so, and Damian just doesn't trust pretty women. At least not initially after having met them. Pretty women that Damian met tended to be darksiders or bounty hunters, or otherwise trying to seduce and murder him. It was a sad state of affairs only rectified in the later part of his short life with more positive influences. It was a shame that Damian had to meet her in a fighting tournament of all things. Damian wasn't known for making friends after a fight, and starting off with a dirty trick....

Scream. A force projection of sonic energy erupted as he moved in to strike a blow. He had experienced this same technique first hand from the Sith Velok, and between that rupturing his eardrums and various explosions he'd been caught in over years he owed his continued otolaryngological health to application of force healing techniques, and kolcta. Of course he didn't have his sonic protection gear in form of his hat, or even his trusty umbrella to hide behind like when he had fought Velok. He only had his wits, and some keen application of the force power, nor did he have his explosives that he used as a padawan to fight Kaine Zambrano. In a way he felt naked.

Using the force he pushed hard sending a wave of energy back against the sonic emission. The wave wouldn't stop it, but dampen it enough for him to not lose his balance completely as he ran towards the woman and jumped hard into the air vaulting over her. In order to continue directing her sonic attack she would be required to look up, which would give Damian the opening he needed. With a hand he reached out and grabbed a rock through the force and flung it from her blind side at her landing behind the woman with bloody ears and a firm resolve. His hope was that either she would need to break off the attack to deflect the rock or else get caught unawares and thus further break off her attack. Regardless he would grit his teeth and endure until he landed behind her.

From the position at Romi's rear he charged again hoping to catch her unbalanced and find purchase in a strike. Channeling energy to his ears was all that kept him balanced as blood ran from them. Another burst eardrum, another sonic attack, another concussive blast. Damian smiled. He didn't trust pretty women, but he liked this one.

 

[Romi Jade]

Subconsciously, her senses expanded when she was partially blinded. It was a sphere like perception she'd gained through sheer force of will and frantic focus. She silenced her scream, sensing some sort of projectile rushing for her as he went overhead. And now, she was growing tired of the games. In coordination with the chill she felt rush up her spine, she deftly contorted her body around the rock and kept with the momentum...though this time she whipped around with her lightsaber in tow.

She stepped forward with a burst of supernatural speed. Her blonde hair shone with reflected highlights as it lashed from one shoulder to another. Her blue eyes blazed with another sort of light, one that matched the feral snarl on her face, betraying no sense of weakness from her debilitating illness at this point. She stepped through, matching his charge with her own series of lunges and crosscuts.

[member="Damian Starchaser"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

The pair of Jedi exchanged a flurry of blows their sabers darting around parrying and attacking in a deadly dance of light. For every counter there was a parry to reach it, when the saber found no purchase the blade would pivot around the opponent to try to redirect. It was intense, and Damian for his part was growing a bit concerned as he watched the woman across from him. Through the kaleidoscope of colors created by the two clashing blades he could catch glimpses of her eyes both pretty and wild supported with a snarl.

Damian wasn't very good with a lightsaber, able to hold his own but not advance his cause much in a straight up fight. That was at least his own estimation of his abilities. He was however good in unarmed combat. He backed giving ground allowing the woman to slash and continue her charge. Only once the routine was created did he counter. As a blow came at him he stepped forward into it disengaging his saber, as to not accidentally harm her, shooting a foot behind her approaching leg and shifting his weight. He used her momentum combined with his own to throw the woman to attempt to throw her to the ground following as she went. "Calm down," he said attempting to gain control of her saber hand to the determent of her other arm. Control the arm, but don't hurt her. He'd hate to hear what Coren would say if he did any real damage.

Atop the woman he put on his most charming patented smile and then said "We're just having a bit of fun, no need to take this too seriously."


[member="Romi Jade"]