Match #3: Duel on Adumar (Zambrano the Hutt vs Yvette Dusong)

[Khan Ra]

Match three

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"] Versus [member="Yvette Dusong"]

Judge: Khan Ra
Location: Forest on Adumar


Khan Ra stood on a small metal platform set up in the large forest clearing where the duel was to start. The tournament area was set up on a section of the planet going through autumn. A chilling mist permeated the forest where the two acolyte competitors were to fight- making it difficult to see from far. Small orb-shaped recording droids hovered among the trees, ready to film the two Acolytes so that their fight could be judged accurately. The two Acolytes fighting had been told they were allowed to use any part of the forest they like within a mile of their starting point- moving beyond that point, which was marked clearly with red markers, would mean instant disqualification. As would pushing their oppanent past that point. That was everything the two Acolytes had been told. Then there was the occasional suprise set up in the forest for them. Those would be interesting to see in action.

The Felactian Sith looked between the two acolytes he'd be judging. In his mind it was obvious who would win... One seemed a fairly capable human... the other was a Hutt. A Hutt, of all things. He wasn't even quite sure how the thing would move, let alone fight. However, it would be quite amusing to see.

Once the Acolytes had signaled that they were ready, Khan gave a quick nod to a droid standing next to him, who emitted a loud blaring sound: the signal that the fight had begun.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

-Adumar-​

[member="Yvette Dusong"]​

Zambrano's reptilian eyes wandered about the peaceful forest... yet to him it was a mad house. This world possessing no special qualities such as Talos, Korriban, or Dromund Kaas, and with him possessing no soothing comfort such as the Cognition Hood of his personal ship, the Hutt was in utter agony. The growing turbulence in the force weighed upon his mind, and it killed him. A thick fog snaked between the innumerable trees... a ring of crimson circled them in, and strange noises passed through the forest as recording droids passed through. The human might know her opponent... but for the Hutt... everything was his opponent. There was nothing in his favor, without control of the force, with a diseased body whose body was too inept to be considered mobile by a significant degree, and without the sane mind needed to outwit an opponent, the Hutt faced mounting odds. Zambrano never did care about odds though.

Scurrying around him as the klaxons blared signalling the start of the duel (merely noise to the predator behind his sheep skin), was a pet he gained from Sarapin merely by chance. It was attacking him when he met it, and he couldn't reach it with his whip considering it was on his back, thus in desperation he tried to turn its mind and.... it worked marvelously. It was so marvelous in fact it had become a companion to the unnerved Hutt, who, despite it's love of him, would at a moments notice just as likely kill the thing as he would any other creature. Though it was fast enough to avoid such an occurrence, and the Hutt didn't seem to mind its scurrying. Luckily for him, it was very easy now to control it, being such a Lovey and flexible mind to work with. Even when his mind was in such pain, he merely had to will something of the creature and the brown blur would get to it.

He moaned into the dim sky, unable to hold back his expressions of pain. The cry's echoed throughout the forest, bouncing off of tries and lingering eerily. Then he would shriek in rage, and bash his vibroblade against a tree, sending innocent birds and other animals chirping away in fright. Followed by a short silence, before the moaning continued. The blade was coagulated with blood, probably animal blood... but just as likely human blood, and even more likely his own. Cuts raked across the tough hide of the cretin, but none too deep as to actually injure him. Cysts existed in various spots, a product of his disease, and pus often leaked from these open wounds. Glowing golden eyes, cracked with bloodshot streaks, glared into the void of the fog... his slow crawl snapping twigs methodically as he inched his way through the forest.

With him, he carried the stink of a thousand different rotten corpses smeared upon his body like a sick bath, and a dark miasma presence within the force far too strong for what many assumed must be an acolyte. Those strong in the force could detect the enigma hidden within his folds of lard, and those who were foolish would expect nothing out of the creature. His strengths were not laden in his combat prowess, or his strength in the force... it was his madness, it was his unpredictability, the fear, and underestimation of his enemies that turned them into his victims. The Hutt did not understand the difference between life and death, and was completely unfettered in his pursuit for carnal desires of flesh and sadistic pleasure. The Hutt carried no other purpose but to cause the destruction of flesh, for the pleasure of doing so. He had no goals. He had no dreams or nightmares. His thoughts were hardly anything more than images of all those he has ever opened up for examination.

He imagined the mist was the blood of those he would lash with his whip, the illusion becoming powerful for him as his eyes were attracted to the glaring red lights the marked the boundaries of the forest. His tongue flicked back and forth within his mouth, as his hand flexed... he was moaning, and it was growing into a shriek again...

The Vaapad raced through the forest, taking a convoluted path through the forest, that would have rounding trees and cracking twigs as it pushed by foliage in the thick fog. It was sniffing for something to attack for the will of its master, and it left a trail of dead creatures that were too small to fight back. Each one a bloody mess on the forest floor, dismembered and gross. Some of the small bodies were strewn out as bits of it were caught on twigs and left behind when the Juyo tried to return the carcass to its Master. A few of these animals were still alive, and making their pained noises as they were dragged through dirt alive to be finished off, or eaten by the enraged Hutt.

A forest had never been so eerie with the sounds of death and rapid scuttling...

 

[Yvette Dusong]

Gasps and whimpers of fright slipped through the auburn haired woman's lips as her twitching eyes nervously scurried between her blurry surroundings, delicate fingers tightly wrapped around the hilt of the small blade held within her hands as a faint glint of light reflected itself upon the luminous steel of the blade. Cautious footsteps echoed hollow within the eerie woods as she took one calculated step after another through the muddy terrain beneath her feet, blue orbs taking a hurried glance at the numerous rocks, twigs, and bushes laid around her before returning to face the thick sprawling fog all around her. Grime and dirt stuck to the hem of her otherwise gallant dress as it dredged itself across the ground beneath, the thin fabric quivering upon her trembling body as shivers trickled down her spine. Each shrill cry and moan of despair echoing through the dense forest rang ferociously through her fidgeting ears, knees buckling underneath their weight as the cold breeze of the world washed itself across her battered and frightened frame. Each passing second seemed only to bring the cold grasp of Death closer and closer to the terrified girl as she hastily ducked behind a nearby tree, discolored leafs lazily falling down upon her exhausted body.

"No more . . ." She whispered weakly to herself, slowly slumping down onto the ground with her back to withering tree behind her. "Please, no more no more no more no more!" Came those pleas of mercy from the woman's trembling lips, the soft humming of the droids hovering nonchalantly above the arena providing little comfort, if any at all. Eyes widened in shock and fright once that distressingly loud klaxon finally rang, the dreaded signal that this nightmare was not one she could pinch herself awake from. Twisting her head from side to side, she peered over the horrifying surroundings as she desperately tried to calm her beating heart and her ragged breaths, the faint glimmer of crimson in the distance proving to be of little relief to the terrified girl. One hand reluctantly unclenched itself from the hilt of that dagger-like blade, firmly pressing itself against the trunk of the dying trunk behind her in an attempt to push herself back on unsteady feet.

Tentatively peeking past her makeshift cover through trembling eyes, she slowly stepped forth into the all consuming mist in front of her, the dull end of the blade of her weapon pressing itself weakly against her heaving chest as her mind swirled with the thought of ending it all herself rather than having to live through this cruel joke any longer. Barely taking a dozen or so steps forward before stopping, her entire body froze in shock as she felt herself step onto something frail, the gruesome sound of bones cracking underneath her foot rumbling loudly through the canopy and her own ears. Tentatively she lowered her gaze down to the muddled ground beneath, eyes widening in shock as she could faintly see droplets and smears of blood leading deeper into the woods, a small gush seeping past the soles of her boot as she slowly lifted it. The carcass of an animal laid lifelessly beneath her, it's body torn into pieces as bones jutted outwards of their skin, cracked and broken in numerous parts. Bloodied and muddied organs laid flat against the ground as droplets of it trickled down the bottom of her leather boot, the woman's breathing coming in delirious pants as she turned back towards a nearby tree. All but slamming her head into the wooden trunk, a knot formed itself inside her throat and her cheeks bulged for the briefest moment before a cascade of vomit poured out of her open maw, a large puddle forming itself down between her feet as tears trickled down her crimson cheeks.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

Spoiler

• Weapon Status : Available / In hands [Vibroblade]
• Armor Status : None
• Mental Status : Frightened / Terrified

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Beat beat. Beat beat. Beat beat.

These were the sounds that all monsters craved, and few craved it as desperately as Zambrano. In his ears, he could feel the bounding blood of adrenaline, the throbbing pain in his temples, and the uneven and heavy breathing. Air escaped his lungs slowly, building, and upon the slightest disturbance... screaming. The forest had been filled with his noise, bouncing from every corner... diffused but there nonetheless. A regular pattern began to brew in the cacophony. A low rumbling, pained voice somewhere far off in the distance, unidentified scampering every other moment, the tiny winy screeches of slaughtered and frightened rodents, followed abruptly by the sound of screaming. It was akin to the sound of a person who had just been killed, and letting out all their woe within their death throes. It was guttural, painful, with a hint of rage but with no clear dominance over the purest expression of dreadful emotion. Another tree would be gashed open, shaking its leaves and disturbing the animals that lived within it... more scurrying. Silence. Then the low sounds would rejoin the forest's song.

Except... there was something amiss about this pattern... it had been interrupted by... something. Seeing in its own form of vision, a vision that was only capable of keeping up with the tremendous speed of a primal hunter, trees zipped by as the limbs came down upon creatures within the pathway, to be killed and strewn up upon the forest floor. The animals heart pulsed with a thousands beats as it moved like a phantom through the forest effortlessly. It was a blur between the leaves... a flash of color followed by gore. But then... a new scent would join the blood that seemed to seep into the sky in the form of crimson light diffused through the heavy fog. Emptied stomach...along with the sounds of retching. Short, quiet sounds, but nothing that could evade an animals extreme sense.

The creatures heart rate accelerated, as it raced about for new prey... behind it, the moaning sounded as a constant through the forest, the slow crawl of its owner somewhere in the fog...

[member="Yvette Dusong"]

Spoiler

• Weapon Status : Available / In hands [Bloody, rusted, possibly dysfunctional Vibroblade], and [Fear itself]
• Armor Status : None
• Mental Status : Horrific Agony

 

[Yvette Dusong]

Trembling hands placed themselves upon the withered bark in front of her as another dollop of green slime poured down onto the muddied ground beneath the auburn-haired woman, groans of pains, whimpers of agony, and the splashing of liquids creating a vile cacophony that echoed loudly within the abandoned forest. Nails chalked themselves against the wooden trunk of the tree painfully in order to keep her mind off the searing pain in her throat, cuts and bruises etching themselves on her sweat riddled forehead as she limply began sliding down onto the mud addled floor beneath her. Incoherent whispers and whimpers slipped through her quivering lips as her eyes fluttered open ever so slightly, her vision clouded by the tears that flew down her reddened cheeks. A soft thud rang through her ears once she finally fell down upon her knees, the lower half of her crimson dress soaked in the mixture of puke, mud, water, and minuscule bits of undigested meat. Shyly lifting her head upwards, she stared back at the small blur hovering precariously around her, that unmistakable sound of gears turning softly and heaving metal ringing through her ears. Jittery lips moved incessantly as if to speak, a deafening silence being the only thing passing through them as she unconsciously held herself back from saying anything more. Despite her surroundings, that small flickering orb of red seemed to be the most threatening of them all, a chill running down her spine as if she could practically hear the men and women judging and insulting her every reaction.

Inhaling deeply through clogged nostrils, Yvette lowered her head back to the ground and chocked back whatever tears she could, a small knot bulging her throat outwards before she spat the mixture of mucus, saliva, and puke to the side. Slowly clawing herself back onto her own feet, hands digging in firmly against the bark of the tree as she pulled herself up, she hurriedly turned her back towards the ancient trunk and leaned against it. Panted breath after panted breath rolled through her throat as a muddied sleeve brought itself up to her face, wiping away those tear-stricken and bloodshot eyes as they left a coat of brown onto crimson cheeks. Eyelashes fluttered nervously and eyes widened in a mixture of shock and terror once she faintly heard the orchestra of skippering animals and creaking branches, her body growing stiff as a plank as she tentatively turned her head towards the side. A faint blur hurriedly approached from the distance, faint yet still all to noticeable as it's nimble movements seemed to cut apart the fog in its way. Breathing through gritted teeth, the girl slowly took one step backwards followed by another, knees buckling underneath their weight as she shivered in fright from the approaching monstrosity. Neither thinking nor planning, she turned on the spot and began to run towards the edge of the forest, stumbling across her own feet as numerous twigs and branches found themselves broken and twisted in her wake. A trail of puke etched itself in her footprints as more of the disgusting substance trickled off her dress, her panted breaths echoing within the canopy as she peered over her shoulder every other second. Quivering fingers clasped themselves firmly across the hilt of her blade, her left hand busying itself with pushing away any shrubbery or low hanging branch in her way.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

Spoiler

• Weapon Status : Available / Right Hand [Vibroblade]
• Armor Status : None
• Cloth Status : Muddied / Dirtied / Puke Covered [Lower half]
• Mental Status : Frightened / Terrified
• Trail : Footprints covered in vomit / A faint smear of vomit around the footprints dropping from her dress

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

"Run. Run. Run..." Zambrano breathed in his moaning, inaudible likely to all but himself in this haze... and if it were heard, it would be diluted in the fog. Even in his pain, he knew what was happening. The girl had been forced to run, the predator behind her chasing after her in such a fashion to fulfill its ultimate purpose in this fight. Every other rodent had been brought to the Juyo's dark master, as his crawl crept through the forest. The judge here knew well enough that Zambrano's mobility was his key weakness here... which is why his pet had been brought; to bring his prey to him.

"Run. Run..." He breathed again, the thoughts put on repeat as the building pain swelled within his mental faculties. Every moment she grew nearer to him, for every turn his Juyo would make a counter turn, for every pause it grew nearer to her and louder, boding her to continue. The creature held images of adrenaline, sounds of panting, the scent of desperation and vomit. A trail of the girl was left behind... but it was unnecessary. The creature could hear her clumsy passage through the woods, and according to its Master's will it shephard her to Him. The moaning grew louder, but over the din of her breathing and her focus upon some phantom presence behind her, could his opponent even notice the direction of the voices owner? Could she know here the faint words he spoke as his rage grew with each beat of her living heart? Now she was near, and hidden in the darkness with his ashen skin and black markings; only golden orbs corrupted with sleepless rage and pain pierced through the shades of the trees. Within a few meters of his approach, she came bounding through the woods, and this disturbed the Hutt...

"RUuNnaaAHHH!"​

He screeched at the top of his diseased phlegm filled lungs, as his rusted blade came crashing down into the bark of a heavily mutilated tree, his mouth gaping in his roar, spitting out bones and blood and mucus everywhere as his eyes widened in focused rage. His entire serpentine body seemed to lurch forward as far as it could to trample her, though without much success... but the image was enough. The Vaapad remained within glimpsing range, but the focus would now be on the much much larger threat....

Zambrano...

[member="Yvette Dusong"]

 

[Yvette Dusong]

Panted gasps and frightened mewls slipped through those quivering lips and ran rampant through the sprawling forest as the woman dashed madly in whichever direction she could, her hands desperately pushing aside whatever low hanging branch stood in her path. Heavy thuds echoed through the woodlands in her wake, her boots soaked in mud and murky water, tears trickling down her crimson cheeks as her chest heaved with each elongated stride she took. The blade of her dagger grazed itself against the decaying husks of trees sprawling all around her, leaving behind an unmistakable etching within those dying husks as the sound of metal slamming itself against a hardened surface reverberated faintly, mixing itself with the girls own terrified whimpers to create a somber cacophony. Every so often it found itself muffled, either by the odious creature chasing her as it cut through thick fog and heavy air with each leap it took, the bewildered gasps of the critters followed by their agonizing wails as they met their fate at the hands of the creature, or those soft rumbling moans growing louder and louder with each step she took. Despite the climaxing orchestra, only her own frantic gasps rang through her reddened ears.

Blurry shadows chased her with no end in sight, no matter what turn she might have tried, no matter what dense shrubbery it tried to crawl through, and no matter what diversion she tried to create. Her heart pounded itself faster and faster against her chest as the monstrosity gave off the impression that she was positively surrounded on all sides, that more than a dozen of those despicable creatures hunted her down wherever she went. Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief as the moribund corpse of an animal was thrown in her path, those soft moans of agony echoing within her ears as if it were placed directly against her cheek, its frightened eyes weakly scampering from one end of his head to the other in search for salvation. Yvette stopped in her tracks in an instant, turning around on her heels and falling down onto her knees as she changed her course without a second thought. Dirt-addled nails dug deeply into the muddled ground beneath her as she hurriedly pulled herself back onto her own two feet, only to stumble against her feet once more and fall back onto the ground.

She lifted herself back onto her feet even more quickly as she felt that cold imaterial hand of Death firmly grip her shoulder, the sight of that decaying animal etched across her retina as she continued to run. Pained gasps slipped through her lips as she failed to push aside the numerous branches standing in her way, blood trickling down her body from the numerous sharp cuts engraved upon her reddened cheeks, her swaying arms, and her battered legs, her tattered clothes torn and and ripped to shreds in several places as the sleeves hanged loosely from a single thread of cloth. Time itself seemed to have been brought to a halt for the briefest moment once those golden orbs locked themselves against her own trembling eyes, the lunge of that puss-ridden slab of skin and bacteria forcing her to stop in her tracks and backpedal away. Tripping against her own feet once more and falling down onto the ground with a pained groan, she hurriedly began crawling away from the approaching behemoth, fingers digging themselves into the ground as she desperately pushed herself away. Trembling hands brought themselves back onto the hilt of that dagger, delicate digits twining against one another as she brought it against her chest, the blade pointed towards the decaying mass of flesh in front of her, her shivering body kicking away the dirt and mud beneath her towards it as she tried to put more distance between the two of them.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

Spoiler

• Weapon Status : Available / Both Hands / Hilt Against Chest [Vibroblade]
• Armor Status : None
• Cloth Status : Muddied / Dirtied / Puke Covered [Lower half] / Torn [Upper Surface / Knees Surface] / Ripped [Sleeves / Hanging from loose threads]
• Mental Status : Frightened / Terrified
• Wounds : Sharp Cuts [Cheeks / Branches] / Sharp Cuts [Knees / Branches] / Sharp Cuts [Neck / Upper Surface / Branches]
• Cheeks Status : Crimson / Tear-stricken / Blood trickling / Several Sharp Cuts

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

A single blade stood against him, pressed against her chest and pointed outwards toward him as she crawled away on her back, in clear desperation. His eyes glazed over her body in delight, the edges of his maw turning upwards slightly, as his muscles tugged at the blade lodged into the tree beside him, brandishing it before her as he approached. Blood had etched its way across her body, even before he laid a single hand upon her. She had the appearance and mannerism of one who had already lost... but for Zambrano... this was not about winning or losing, life or death... it had never been about that... this was about...

"Pain!" The blade came down upon her, cutting a ragged tear through the air clumsily as gravity pulled the bloody waste of metal down upon her frailty. Rusted as the blade was, it was unlikely to cut deep, but this was no weapon intent on utter destruction of the enemy... it was meant to wound. It was meant to humiliate. It was a dirty weapon meant to instill fear upon the receiver of the wounds it would deal before it could kill them. The blade practically beckoned disease to any who might escape him, as Zambrano would not kill them knowingly... but one thing was certain: dead or not, he would continue to beat them, cut them open, dissect them and bathe himself in their innards. That is what he was going to do this girl. Fellow acolyte or not, he couldn't comprehend such a stipulation as to leave the opponent alive... or to keep the dead's bodies from desecration or to refrain from their devourment. One who feared for their graves after death, knew that Zambrano was their bane.

The blade fell with the intention to lacerate her foot, ignoring the feeble blade of his victim completely, either to her benefit or not. He was tired at looking at the teasing nature of scratches and cuts... he wanted to see gashes, spurting blood, missing limbs, bisected organs, entrails... the entire lot of what the human body had to offer him. He would begin his meal slowly, using her extremities as appetizers, and working into the more delectable of products within the flesh of her body...

To describe the rest of his thoughts at this moment would be unsanitary to the mind...

[member="Yvette Dusong"]

 

[Khan Ra]

Well, this was disappointing. Khan had expected to see the girl assault the Hutt, make short work of him. She was supposed to be a Sith, was she not? And her opponent was a giant slug with a rusted blade. Even with his pet, she should have been able to claim victory quickly... Instead the Hutt was chasing her while she ran through the forest like a frightened child. Khan shook his head. This was what he had been appointed to judge? A rotting Hutt and a scared child? Then again, he expected no less when Venefica was the one arranging the tournament.

However, it was not just his job to watch the 'duel' through the tiny hovering droids that followed the two at all times. It was his job to make it a bit interesting... Hence the surprises that had been set up before the two Acolytes where brought to the forest. The Dark Lord and others watching wouldn't want to see a bloated and diseased slug chasing a girl through the woods for an hour, would they? No, that would be boring... The Felactian looked down at the datapad he was using to watch the two run through the fog, looking to see if they were near any of the traps set up before. They hadn't been staying still enough for most things to work. However, they were nearing something... Khan smiled.

As the pair ran through the mist, or in Zambrano's case slithered, they could suddenly hear a faint hissing sound. Likely barely audible above the sound of the Hutt's moans and the girl's sobs, but still there. Soon after, a blue mist mixed with the fog, appearing from the trees and descending onto the two and everything else in that area of the forest like a rain. It only took a second, even for the large Hutt, for the extremely fast-acting hallucinogen to take effect.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"] | [member="Yvette Dusong"]

 

[Yvette Dusong]

Trembling eyes stared in utter disbelief at the rotting mass of flesh and diseased tissue slithering itself closer and closer to her, pathetic mewls and whimpers slipping through her quivering lips as her sanity eroded just from being in the maniacal beasts mere presence. It's sharp and ragged breaths rang through her ears as she continued to crawl away from it, shivers trickling down her spine as the chilling wind bashed itself against her battered body, mud and dust imprinting itself onto the back of her clothes. Lumps formed themselves in her throat as that foul stench of decayed meat poured through her twitching nostrils, struggling to swallow back that vile substance desperately trying to flow out of her mouth. "No . . . no no no no no no NO NO NO!" She uttered under her breath in an unsteady and frightened tone as she continued to crawl away from the thing, her voice breaking out into sharp yelps and screams of terror the more it approached her. Painful groans muffled themselves against her gritted teeth as she all but slammed herself against the the trunk of a tree, a low thud echoing within the forest as her head bashed itself against the withering bark, brows furrowing as she winced in pain. That single moment of inaction seemed to be enough for the slumbering behemoth to lunge forward, bloodshot eyes widening as she watched the blade hastily fall down towards her foot in a blur. Instincts and adrenaline finally kicked in once the looming sense of dread pressed itself firmly against her shoulders, Yvette hurriedly attempting to roll to the side and avoid that devastating swipe.

"GhhhhhAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"​

​

Pained screams and wails rolled through her throat as she felt a searing sensation wash across her body, the rusted blade managing to hit its mark despite her best efforts. Blood oozed down onto the ground beneath them from her left calf, the pale skin torn off her muscles and hanging loosely against the bloodied blade slammed into the ground. Locks of her tattered dress littered the ground between them as the dagger tore it apart in the strike, her subsequent rolling simply rupturing it completely from the rest of the mangled fabric. Tears trickled down her cheeks as incessant wails and whimpers slipped through the girls parted lips, desperately attempting to pull herself further and further away from the thing as it undoubtedly prepared for another strike. By the time she even managed to pull away an inch or two from the abomination, the mist had already engulfed her completely.

Pupils dilated as her vision became a blur from the tears, that diabolical cloud pouring through whichever hole it could find to slip inside her body. Blood trickled idly down from her nostrils onto her lips, hanging loosely from her chin as the world around her turned to a blinding white. What seemed like an eternity to the girl was nothing more than the tiniest fragment of a second as the landscape around her began to take shape, those dying trees and shrill cries of pain and malice quickly fading from her memory. Clouds laid in front of her as far as the eye could see, a faint light of orange trickling down onto the otherwise unrecognizable surroundings. The behemoth that laid a few mere meters away was no longer with her, replaced entirely by what seemed to be a coiling ball of nothing, it's edges defined simply through the jittery and unnatural fidgeting it possessed. Fear began leaving the girls mind as bewilderment replaced it, one hand pressing down firmly onto her left knee and forcefully bringing herself up onto unsteady feet. Each step she took send waves of pain and pleasure trickling down her spine, her visage morphing between one of delight and terror at a moments notice. She extended the dagger forwards once more, the hilt held within her trembling fingers as she cautiously tried to circle around the mass of nothing, lounging forward in small jittery like movements as it to taunt it before pulling back.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

Spoiler

• Weapon Status : Available / Both Hands / Hilt Against Chest [Vibroblade]
• Armor Status : None
• Cloth Status : Muddied / Dirtied / Puke Covered [Lower half] / Torn [Upper Surface / Knees Surface] / Ripped [Sleeves / Hanging from loose threads]
• Mental Status : Frightened / Terrified
• Wounds : Sharp Cuts [Cheeks / Branches] / Sharp Cuts [Knees / Branches] / Sharp Cuts [Neck / Upper Surface / Branches]
• Cheeks Status : Crimson / Tear-stricken / Blood trickling / Several Sharp Cuts
• Leg Status : Flesh Torn [Left Calf]
• Hallucinogen Status : Active

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

The female hesitated in her attempts to escape, and it cost her the flesh upon her calf. The Hutt continued to scream in delight, lifting his bloodied blade from her flesh, to witness the delicious wound left behind. His eyes analyzed the flesh that had been left behind on his blade, torn from her now tenderized muscles. It distracted him a moment as she squirmed away with her wound, and she stood up. Reptillian eyes returned to the girl with renewed malice. He wanted more. He wanted her all. A meaty hand reached out to grab her... but a faint mist, different from the fog, seemed to wash over him. It stretched out his arm about a mile away from his vision, as the irritated Hutt tried desperately to grasp the girl, unsuccessful in his attempts every time. This enraged him, and boded him to screech at her.

"Miiiiine!" His voiced whined childishly, taunted every time that her spindly spider form feigned at him. When she became a spider, he had no idea, but he didn't care. He wanted to hurt it. He wanted to open her up and see her ovarian egg sacks or whatever it is spiders contained for female innards. Or at least of what was assumed to be female... he was never really sure about gender given his status as an everlasting spirit that has been reincarnated into both genders before, and is currently hermaphroditic. The trees themselves reached up into seemingly forever, and the fog provided the illusion the ground had infinite depth. The spidery figure seemed to float around him while he was stationary, and this was maddening to the sociopath. The two of them were moving through the fog... she regaining an odd composure (and advantage) in the mist, and Zambrano remaining virtually the same in his pursuit to hurt everything. His behaviors were more childish and erratic however, his arms grasping and flaily in tantrum, swing the blade every which way, screaming... even crying! The slug moved as fast as his serpentine body would allow, but it was no match for the biped... and his Vaapad seemed to have the sense to avoid the mist, barring its assistance to him.

With pain and maddening illusion overwhelming him, the Hutt forced himself to summon an attractive wave of the force upon the figure he perceived as his opponent to come back to him so that he might open her up. The effect of this summoning though could only be decided by fate ([member="Khan Ra"]), while blood began to trickle out of his nose, and his eyes rolling with the strain it put on his fragile mind.

[member="Yvette Dusong"]

 

[Khan Ra]

Khan smiled as he watched through the hovering droids as the game of Giant Slug and Mouse finally ended. Now the fight would actually begin... If you could call it that. He could tell by their movements, by the girls' frightened expressions that were visible when the camera droids zoomed in, that the drug had kicked in... The hallucinations had begun for both of them. He could only wonder what they were seeing.

It seemed halucinations also gave the girl a spine- she finally drew a dagger on the Slug... Khan smiled. Maybe there would be a fight after all. Khan watched as the Slug made his next move- raising his hand and summoning the force... he assumed that the Hutt was hoping to pull the girl to him, to end this match. However, due to whatever reason- perhaps the drug, perhaps something to do with the Hutt- it didn't seem his aim was too good... Yes, the girl flew towards him. So did some nearby branches snapped off low trees, which were flung into the Hutt's face. So did a few small shrubs with shallow root systems that were promptly ripped out of the ground right behind where Yvette had been standing. So did the Hutt's pet Vapaad.

Well,a t least Khan knew now that the Slug thing could at least use the force...

 

[Yvette Dusong]

Faint rays of crimson trickled down onto the vast sea of nothingness surrounding the auburn-haired woman and the trembling anomaly merely a few meters in front of her, her vision seemingly nothing more than an endless expanse of pure white as far as the eye could see. Plush plump-looking clouds laid haphazardly underneath her feet from one end of the pearly expanse to the other, idly moving forward at a steady pace despite the protests of the girl on top of them. Charcoal orbs etched themselves firmly inside of her eye socket as her pupils continued to dilate at an alarming rate, soft thuds echoing between her ears as if her cranium was continuously bashed against an impenetrable wall. Blood trickled down her nostrils incessantly, coating her quivering lips a crimson red as her ears slowly began to dry against her flushed cheeks. Panted breaths slipped past her parted lips as that coral fluid dribbled onto her tongue, that abysmal silence rudely interrupted by her desperate grab for air. As she stared into that towering mass of nothingness for what felt like an eternity, her mind struggled to decipher her own emotions regarding the inhumane beast that laid in front of her. Previously felt dread washed itself off her trembling frame, the fear of the unknown that wracked her nerves so thoroughly replaced by nothing more than mere bewilderment and feigned curiosity towards the aberration in front of her. Brought out under the rays of the sun, she could only feel unexplainable disgust towards the shivering oddity sprawled across the clouds.

Eyes widened themselves in shock as once a tentacle sprawled forth from the colossal mass itself, hurriedly morphing itself into what appeared to be a boney hand that desperately tried to clutch at the air in front of it with little avail. Feeling a shiver trickle down her spine, the girl cautiously took a step back out of concern, searing pain and orgasmic pleasure washing over her body in unison as a dollop of blood spilled onto the ground below from her wound. Screams of agony and moans of pleasure muffled themselves against her gritted teeth as she winced, her expression unreadable as every muscle within her body tensed and screamed out in pain. Buckling knees struggled to maintain their balance as the woman refused to take another, her body motionless as she simply watched that inhumane arm flail wildly. Soft gasps slipped through her lips as that drum-shattering wail rang through her reddened ears, numerous disjointed and mangled heads pushing themselves against the contour of that quivering mass. Their mouths opened in unison for that dreadful scream, jaws ripped apart and pulled back into the aberration as numerous tentacles forcefully attempted to bring them into the fold. Before she could even react, the trashing hand flew towards her at unimaginable speed, bones shattering themselves audibly as it extended itself towards the woman.

Yvette felt that cold grip firmly grab onto her waist, pulling her back towards it without giving her any possibility to either dodge it or escape its grip. Shrill cries emerged from her parted lips as her cheeks flapped against the wind, the hilt of the dagger firmly gripped between the fingers of her left hand as she brought it above her head and pointed the blade towards the monstrosity. Scorching pain washed itself over her body in unison fervid pleasure as her right hand extended itself towards the beast, her arm trembling and shivering as madly as the monstrosity's own. Bones cracked and shattered themselves as she used her own limb as a conductor, delicate digits twisting themselves into impossible positions as they found themselves broken one after the other. Veins inflated themselves against her skin for the briefest moment before completely popping, her torn cartilages and bones jutting outwards from underneath the flesh and skin of her arm as they left a geyser of blood in their wake. Veins across her face began to inflate themselves as well as a migraine wrecked her entire head, feeling as if numerous hammers were slammed against her head in unison. All the while, the plump-looking clouds beneath the oddity trembled and shook wildly for what seemed to be a brief moment, Yvette's left hand poised to drive that dagger into one of the many heads still poking through the beasts onyx-colored skin.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
[member="Khan Ra"]

Spoiler

FORCE POWER ACTIVATED [Ground Beneath Zambrano] [Create Geyser] [Used Mud / Dirt / Soil / Rocks / Branches / Leaves / Puss / Puke / Spit / Tears / Water (If Applicable)]​

• Weapon Status : Available / Left Arm / Above Head [Downswing Motion] [Vibroblade]
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• Armor Status : None
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• Cloth Status : Muddied / Dirtied / Puke Covered [Lower half] / Torn [Upper Surface / Knees Surface] / Ripped [Sleeves / Hanging from loose threads]
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• Mental Status : Frightened / Adrenaline-Fueled / Murderous / Orgasmic / Pained
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• Wounds : Sharp Cuts [Cheeks / Branches] / Sharp Cuts [Knees / Branches] / Sharp Cuts [Neck / Upper Surface / Branches] / Broken Arm [Right Arm]
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• Cheeks Status : Crimson / Tear-stricken / Blood trickling / Several Sharp Cuts
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• Leg Status : Flesh Torn [Left Calf]
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• Arm Status : Broken Bones / Bones Sticking Out / Blood Gushion / Veins Popped [Right Arm]
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• Hallucinogen Status : Active
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• Pupils Status : Fully Dilated
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[Khan Ra]

Khan watched closely through his datapad as the fight continued. It looked as if the girl was finally going on the offensive,r ather then running from Zambrano... Yes, this duel was definitely shaping up. Perhaps the halcuinogen had finally provoked her into aggression? Not that it really mattered either way- at least the Dark Lord and anyone else watching would be entertained.

The Felactian zoomed the viewing screen on his datapad in, watching as the girl raised her arm... And then her arm started... What? On the little screen Khan could see the girl's arm suddenly contorting, as if invisible forces where beating it with sledgehammers. Was the Hutt doing something that he hadn't noticed? No, it was her... She was trying to use the force...

And that she did. He was not sure what she was attempting, but it was obviously something telekinetic. It appeared so, anyway. Shortly after the veins in her arm visibly exploded an explosion of kinetic force occured, directly where she had been aiming. Directly in front of the Hutt. Small rocks went flying in all directions like shrapnel, sticks and twigs shattered and threw themselves into the air like confetti. And then the girl leaped at the Hutt before the flying torn grass and dust had even had a chance to settle; aiming a dagger at the Slug's face.

[member="Yvette Dusong"] [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

The spider did not take kindly to his manipulations. As soon as his influence wrapped around the spindly form of the creature, it seemed to... explode? It was hard to tell really what was going on, being so high on hallucinogens. Immediately as his hand reached into the force to drag his victim inwards, the damnable thing spat poison and fire into his face (in reality, tree branches and rocks were pelting him as everything was pulled toward him, even his poor Juyo who was flung far behind him into the mist; now it too would be high on the mist). Meaty hands refused to budge from their intention to grasp the girl, but as this happened, it spat something down upon the ground the exploded in every direction like a shrapnel grenade, destroying part of itself as more fire burned its way through its insectile flesh, spewing it out like a dragon. It cut through his flesh at every angle (with twigs and rocks, not fire), and as he came to grasp the spider one of its limbs came down and dashed through one of his eyes.

Now he didn't care about pain. He didn't want to see it opened up. He wanted it motionless and asleep. Blind in one eye due to debris and blind in the other due to the blade, suffering from blood loss and hallucinogens that were palpitating his heart, lungs filled with blood and mucus as open wounds appeared all over his midnight and ashen flesh, his grip on his blade tightened, as his mind re-enforced painfully into his weakened stamina-less arm, to viciously and repeatedly stab into the spideress. If he was holding on to her, he was going to stab, and keep stabbing. He wasn't going to stop. She would rot away into bones before he would consciously choose to stop stabbing her. Her flesh would have to be vaporized for him to lose interesting in stabbing her. He wasn't going to stop.

There wasn't much else he was going to do. He was going to stab her, again and again. He wasn't going to stop.

[member="Khan Ra"] [member="Yvette Dusong"]

 

[Yvette Dusong]

Lips curled upwards into a pained and quivering grin from ear to ear as the ground beneath the abomination continued to tremble viciously, blackened eyes widening for the briefest second before shutting themselves close as the vibrating clouds torn themselves apart in quick succession. Unidentifiable pellets flung themselves upwards rapidly as if they were a geyser, either slamming themselves against the auburn-haired woman or simply zipping by and grazing her body painfully, whatever remained of her tattered clothes ripped apart in the blink of an eye. Searing pain coursed through her body uncontrollably as wave after wave of pebbles lobbed themselves into her mangled arm, jolts of agony washing over the girl as they shredded her exposed muscles and dangling skin, splitting apart the more weakened sections of her cartilage. Tears trickled down her bloodied cheeks in droves, aching mewls and blissful whimpers muffling themselves against her gritted teeth as she felt herself teeter onto the brink of unconsciousness. Trembling fingers firmly held onto the hilt of her blade as she drove it within that sickening mouth, her heart skipping a beat once she felt that unexplainable soft tissue rub itself against her hand as the blade lodged itself into the ghastly apparition. For a brief moment in this miserable day, she felt content. Despite the agonizingly painful throbbing of her skull dulling her senses, a childlike joy etched itself firmly onto her mind as the thought of survival felt so very close.

Nothing more than a short-lived respite from the horror that awaited her.​

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Eyes widened in pain as she felt fangs dig themselves into her ribs painfully, the grasp of that hand tightening around her waist as teeth and spikes seemingly materialized themselves into its palm. Pained shrieks sprung through her gaping mouth as her head arched itself back almost instinctively, her exhausted body wiggling weakly between the anomalies grasps as she desperately tried to fight it off with little success. Bloodied teeth fell down onto her lower lip as she tried to take her mind off the daggers piercing the side of her abdomen, sizzling pain wrecking her body as the skin was torn apart gleefully by the aberration, her rib cage shattering with each passing second. Her left arm unwillingly unclenched itself from the hilt of the blade as it began to spasm uncontrollably, dollops of mucus and spit flying out of her mouth and onto the monstrosity that held. Charcoal orbs slammed themselves shut as numerous pebbles hurled themselves against her face and grazed her skin, blood dribbling from her right eye socket as one of them managed to smash itself against her iris.

Quivering fingers curled themselves into a fist as the girl raised her trembling left arm above her head, the numerous stabs breaking her concentration again and again as they bore down upon her waist incessantly. Just like before, she felt her muscles tense and her bones cracking underneath her skin as she summoned whatever little will power was left in her moribund corpse, slamming her fist into the hilt of the dagger in an act of utter desperation. All that remained of her vision was the darkness of her closed lids and the tides of crimson flowing out of her mangled eye, her aim reliant entirely on intuition and blind luck. Rivers of blood spurted out of her dying body as those jabs continued without a break in sight, coating the oddity's hand in dollops of crimson, her mind shutting itself down almost instantly after her last hurrah.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]
[member="Khan Ra"]

Spoiler

FORCE POWER ACTIVATED [Left Arm] [Punch Dagger] [Force Push Own Arm] ​

• Weapon Status : Available / Zambrano's Eye Socket [Vibroblade]
• Armor Status : None
• Cloth Status : Muddied / Dirtied / Puke Covered [Lower half] / Torn [Upper Surface / Knees Surface] / Ripped [Practically Destroyed]
• Mental Status : Frightened / Adrenaline-Fueled / Murderous / Orgasmic / Pained / UNCONSCIOUS
• Wounds : Sharp Cuts [Cheeks / Branches] / Sharp Cuts [Knees / Branches] / Sharp Cuts [Neck / Upper Surface / Branches] / Broken Arm [Right Arm] / Blind [Right Eye]
• Cheeks Status : Crimson / Tear-stricken / Blood trickling / Several Sharp Cuts
• Leg Status : Flesh Torn [Left Calf]
• Arm Status : Broken Bones / Bones Sticking Out / Blood Gushion / Veins Popped [Right Arm]
• Hallucinogen Status : Active
• Pupils Status : Fully Dilated

 

[Khan Ra]

Khan watched as the fight continued. If you could call it that. The Hutt appeared... angry. Khan laughed to himself while he watched the fight through his datapad. Obviously, that was an understatement. Perhaps, despite the fact that he was a giant, insane, overgrown slug the Hutt's sheer ferocity would be useful. Hm. The Felactian watched as he stabbed his rusty blade into the girl... again, and again, and again... Was he going to kill her? He was suprised she wasn't dead already. He had a passing though on stopping the match, declaring Zambrano the victor and ensuring the girl lived, but... What was the point in that? If she was weak enough to be killed by a Hutt then what use would she be to the One Sith?

However, it seemed Khan underestimated the girl's sheer willpower. Her good arm, if you could call it that, began to contort much as the other had, to a lesser degree... Did she do that every time she summoned the force? And then the girl, with what seemed to be a telekinetic push, thrusted the dagger towards the Hutt's eye socket.

The Force Push did exactly what the girl wanted- it increased the kinetic force behind the dagger. However, it did not go in quite the direction she wanted. Instead, the dagger turned on an angle, entering the Hutt's eye socket but rather then going straight into through to his cerebral lobe for an instannious death the dagger sliced through the inner skull. The Hutt may have gone without significant brain damage, other then the hole in his skull, if the girl had been able to produce a stronger push to increase the power behind her dagger... However, it was too weak to pierce through the back of Zambrano's skull, instead it ricocheted in a manner of speaking, turning back to hit the immportant organ that it had only barely missed an instant before.

Zambrano could feel a stabbing, literally, pain as the blade pierced his eye and entered his bone... and then, nothing. Brain damage has the tendacy to knock you out.

Khan watched with a look of suprise as this all happened. So the girl had her last stand, after all. Though, if the Hutt had survived he would still most likely be proclaimed the winner. However, it was close in the end... He would see.

Another siren blared to announce the ending of the duel, though neither of the Acolytes could hear it int heir unconcious states, just as medical droids ran onto the field to see if either competitor could be saved.

(Basically, to clarify, [member="Yvette Dusong"] force pushed a dagger into [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]'s eye socket. Between the force disturbances and Yevette being badly wounded, the push didn't push the dagger directly through Zambrano's eye and into his brain, rather it cut into his skull, and (as discussed with Zambrano) punctured his oppictical lobe. He'll be blind when he wakes up.)

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

"Aaarg!" The beast bellowed once again, as he ravaged the girls flesh with his blade, mid-stroke, what he imagined to be the spider's claw once again pressed down upon his eye which had been gashed asunder. Suddenly, his softened flesh broke way as the single claw pressed through his eye, entering into his cranium, spurting his alien blood out into the sky as it scrapped and fractured the bone to the side of his temple, before rebounding and slicing into the precious flesh of his brain. He couldn't feel it that precisely of course, but even that wouldn't matter, as moments later... nothing would matter to the Hutt.

Dealing with overwhelming pain and losing any semblance of control over the force, the lights went out inside his head as fairly serious brain damage took place. Of course he passed out, but he passed out knowing for a fact that the girl he had held in his hands (which he now unceremoniously dropped on the ground, bleeding profusely), was going to be changed forever. As his senses shut down (not realizing his blindness of course, due to the dirt in his "good" eye), everything felt like it went by in slow motion. He continued to inhale that sweet toxin lingering in the air, he felt the suddenly uncontrollably frightening Vaapad, the dim light within the girl's will to live, the frightened animals, the fairly displeased monster cat somewhere on high... watching, all with the hum of droid camera's recording everything for the whole galaxy to see should they choose to witness his bloody appetite.

He had been initially the underdog, but no one was rooting for him. Most typical sith, never did like the underdog... and even the ones that did would not enjoy the sight of Zambrano winning. A victory for the Hutt was bloody carnage, and the desolation of students who might one day be useful... if it were not for their encounter with him. On more than one occasion, he could be known as the Acolyte Slayer... except that on each of those occasions... they were left alive, forever scarred, and imprinted with an unyielding hatred for the Hutt. Zambrano would make many, many rivals in his newest lifetime. Not at all dissimilar to the number of Kaggath's he had to fight for as Darth Durablis.

For now however, he would rest within the confines of an exhausted body...