Open Barfight (Lords of the Fringe Dominion of Keskin)

[Ordo]

[member="Hannibal Oryen"] ((wish granted. You must now love me))

The shots sored through the air and stuck ordo...repeatedly. Two hit his armor and one caught him in the side of the neck. He dropped [member="Dak Canton"] and reached up to apply preasure to the wound. His tangled feet and being on his back made him slow to move right away. It looked like the bounty hunter got a free shot.

 

[Matreya]

(Lmao, you entered the bar, but were struck by Daemos...from outside...a distance away. Ok ill roll with it.)

Suddenly a form was in front of Daemos, and the man stumbled for but a moment, twisted and spun around the man to take off once more - before being yanked to a halt. Clad in Beskar laced armors, crafted by a man whom had spent many a year learning to smith impeccable armors, Daemos feared little in the regards of Force pressures against the outside. However, with that being said, he didnt like the situation.

Then suddenly, the man was bereft of breath and saw stars. Plowing Daemos into the ground in a fashion that was known to match the Thronebreaker, he groaned and swiftly applied an outward pressure on the inward held by Na'Varro. It took a lot of concentration, but with enough, Daemos was able to roll to his feet where he maintained a crouch as he stared at the powerful Master. If not for the density of metal, and bone beneath it, the whole situation could have done devastating damage.

"Two on one? Hmm.. Didnt think the 'thronebreaker' would need assistance." Daemos nearly cackled at the thought. Reaching to his spine he gripped the hilt of his Kama as he gauged his possibilities at beating this situation. With his armor, and physical capabilities, he believed whatever the TK master hurled at him could be taken...

But not with double the opponents, releasing his hold, he kicked into a powerful backflip that ended its arch with his legs set to spring him away from the nearby wall. A few more jumps left the Anzati atop a nearby building where he took off like a bullet once more.

[member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="Alen Na'Varro"]

 

[Lord Ghoul]

"queen, please,"

Mikhail reached out and grabbed [member="Lord Daemos"] in the Force. As long as he had line of sight on the acrobatic Sith he could still use telekinesis. Then Mikhail yanked down in an unparalleled Force pull, attempting to rip Daemos off the building and into the ground below. Mikhail had ripped the bridge off a star destroyer, brought down a senate dome, and body slammed countless Masters with telekinesis.

This wasn't that hard.

Did he have beskar? Sure. Did that matter? No. Kinetic energy transferred through armor. If you wore beskar while jumping from a hundred stories you would still break every bone in your body. The beskar would be intact, but you would be like jello inside it... and very, very dead.

Shorn's force pull toward the ground was the equivalent of exactly such a drop.

 

[Aran Finn]

Mastery of Force Grip. Beaten by a God-like Knight without too much effort. Not for the first time today, Alen began to question science, the universe and the nature of everything. It pissed him off. Because clearly the laws of physics and the Force weren't in effect today, and Na'Varro required those to beat the crap out of people. Following [member="Lord Daemos"] with exactly the same absurd flips and jumps, Alen was hot on his heels. When [member="Mikhail Shorn"] attempted to yank the incredibly high-powered Knight to the ground, Alen was still hot on his tail.

Taking him once again with Force Grip, a Force power that doesn't really take Beskar'gam into account, and with his considerable power it would be extremely hard to just "use outward pressure" he combined with Shorn to yank the incredibly high-powered Knight to the ground, and HE DID NOT LET GO.

Na'Varro was extremely, extremely annoyed, safe to say.

 

[Matreya]

(From an OOC pov can we stop with the comments concerning absurdity etc? If you have an issue tell me. Dont play around it just to bear a rude tone IC)

Moving as swift as he could, just as both pressures began simultaneously, Damien yanked his Kasurigama free from its place against his spine. Hurling the bearing skyward, he used the Force to guide it around the banister atop the roof he had been forced to abandon. Yanking to an instant stop, hard enough to nearly dislocate his arm, Daemos used the barest of seconds provided to kick through the window he swung by.

But that didnt stop the onslaught of pressure. Crumpling to the ground, as well as feeling the floor beneath begin to creak, Daemos conjured a ball of flames as close to Alen and Mikhail's face as he could get - any person would flinch with the sudden appearance of such a bright light.

Running back to the window he came, he leapt out and gripped the hilt of his Kama. Once the handle touched his palm, he began to siphon the expended energy from all three combatants, plus more from his reserves, to rocket back skyward - weapon in hand. A simple jerk of his blade yanked the attached chain free of the banister, and once more he charged in the opposite direction of his enemies, wrapping the chain as he went.

Over his shoulders came the same fingers flashed from before, and then this time the man leapt down from the rooftop he was on to dive into the window of one nearby. They thought to gang up on him, and Daemos never fought battles he could t win. Thus, he would not battle. Had it been one on one, possibly, but for now it was about retreating.

[member="Alen Na'Varro"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"]

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

[member="Ordo"]

Who said stun pistols were lame? No one Hannibal wanted to deal with, that was for sure. He had just dropped a behemoth Mando with a few shots, now he was going to bag and tag this mook. Mucho profit. Mucho fun. Hannibal marched closer to the downed Mandalorian, secretly grinning beneath his mask. This would be his first real high profile bounty. The other ones were really just rubbish now that he reflected on it. The bounty on the plant-creature had been mucked up. The bounty on the fox-mutant had fallen through. Despite all that, he still got payed very nicely for it all. This guy, though? He was just a dude. A dude who happened to be a member of a war-like culture with a boner for slaughter, but a dude nonetheless.

This was definitely more Hannibal's speed. A whole lot less ridiculousness went down with these kinds of people. Hannibal ought to pick more bounties like this one.

Hannibal reflected on this as he aimed his pistol for Ordo's face and fired another stun shot.

 

[Ordo]

[member="Hannibal Oryen"]

Ordo began to move to get up and try and get kick the Bounty hunter in the shebs. He suddenly felt stupid for leaving his weapons at the door. I mean really, that was nothing like him at all. as the Bounty hunter came close and aimed the stun pistol at Ordo's face he could help but think that this wasn't how he usually saw his drinking end but then maybe he needed more practice. The shot went off as Ordo began to sit up and sent him crashing back to the deck. The heavy thud of his upper body hitting the ground sent his bound feet into the air at the bounty hunter crotch because it made perfect sense for a freak accident like that to occur. Ordo was unconscious and dreaming of mud wrestling Krayt Dragons and arm wrestling Rancors while the bar finally quieted down.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

[member="Ordo"]

"Woop." Hannibal said, flatly expressing his joy over his most recent capture.

He spun his pistol around in his hand like some cliche gunslinger before jamming it in his holster. Hannibal walked on over to the unconscious Mandalorian, using his foot to roll Ordo onto his back. The bounty hunter then whipped out a pair of stun cuffs, positioning Ordo's hands behind his back before cuffing the unconscious Mando. He also put another pair around his ankles, because why half-ass something worth eight-hundred thousand creds?

He rolled Ordo back over, grabbing the burly fellow from under his arms and started dragging him towards the door. He was a big guy, and the only reason this was remotely possible was because Hannibal had augmentation cybernetics up the wazoo. Hannibal moved as quickly as he was able. The rules of the trade dictated that the longer he waited around after successfully neutralizing the target, the higher the chance someone else would come along and muck everything up.

"Just got paid," Hannibal sang as he dragged Ordo to to the exit. "Just got paid, Benduday night..."