Red vs Blue [Mass Melee Tournament]

[Vorhi Alestrani]

[member="Aryn Spar"] [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Keira Ticon"]


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Vorhi, despite the prospect of fiery death and being torn limb from limb by two overfed cats, or maybe because of it, seemed completely at ease. However, a small sigh escaped his lips ass Thengil laughed. You see, the one usefulness of being blind save for the force is that you had just as many eyes in the back of your head as did in the front. So, Despite it flying at him form behind, Vorhi was quite aware of the dumpster aimed squarely at him. In most combat situations, the reasonable thing to do when a large goliath of a Togorian throws a dumpster at you is to dodge it. However, the reasonable person would not be fighting two hairy warriors that weighed as much as a dozen men put together while the streets were randomly bursting into flames. A reasonable persona would be at home, reading a book about knitting or something.



In an attempt to prove a complete lack of objective sanity, long-term planning, or even a decent plan. Vorhi did not dodge the flying dumpster. He lift his legs, jumping to tilt his body sideways, and rode it--grinning at Thengil, who was apparently laughing at the sheer absurdity of this fight. Or Vorhi's impious handsomeness. Nah, probably the absurdity thing. After all, Vorhi was still wearing his shirt, so it was unlikely his seductive charm was happening. "YEEEEEEEEE--FETHING-HAWW!!!!"



This was his dumbest plan ever. Obviously, they meant to hem him in. To force him into an untenable fight on two fronts. Of course, no one had considered he'd commandeer the dumpster. So, well, the element of surprise was his advantage. I mean, who'd ever heard of Trash Cavalry, save for a few rather odd Hutts? It mattered not. Vorhi grinned, flying off the dumpster, as both hurtled gracelessly toward Thengil. He wondered what his larger opponent was thinking right now. Probably a few expletives. Heh. But it was all in good fun, after all.

 

[TB-705]

Location: Streets, Ribbed Nexu
Team: RED

The human leaped on top of the flying dumpster and both hurtled toward Thengil. Given his not insubstantial distance, the Sith Cathar had ample time to react. He did three things in the following order.

First, he took two steps to the side, putting him out of the careening dumpster's path.

Second, he drew in the power of the Dark Side, lapping it up like blood from a fresh kill.

Third, the moment [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] leaped off the dumpster Thengil put out both paws and unleashed a Force Push meant to send the human flying in the opposite direction. Incidentally, straight for the Togorian with the beskar teefies.

[member="Aryn Spar"]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Location: On the move, streets of Point Nadir

In the confusion, Alkor had lost track of [member="Keira Ticon"] and the flames had separated them. The tumult of sensations present in the Force compelled him forward in a new direction, though what he might find remained unseen.

But not for long.

The flames curled, roiled, and lapped hungrily at tenements as they grew unruly and fanned out of control. Chunks of building fell away amid the confusion of residents flooding the streets. None of them mattered.

In the pursuit of prey, obstacles were either avoided or eliminated. These people had the opportunity to move. He afforded them that much kindness.

Alkor pushed one man aside as the crowd thickened ahead of him, and his victim fell to the ground and wheezed from the smoke in his lungs. "Higher ground," he panted, "must get... to..."

The Dark Jedi ignored him as he glanced ahead through his HUD, and finally, his efforts were rewarded. Two humanoid, oversized housecats danced with a lone man who appeared to be...

Riding a dumpster?

Alkor blinked several times, and he adjusted the zoom on his display to reexamine the nature of [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] and his steed.

"Well," Alkor muttered, "I've seen stranger things."

He hurried up the side of an unburnt apartment, then dropped to one knee as he set up the Ghost Shatter rifle again. As they tangled with the odd monk, Alkor calibrated the weapon and cleared his mind.

In the heat of battle, the single instant that they sensed danger would be the determining factor in his lethality. He'd learned, since starting as a Mandalorian some two years prior, about the importance of evaluating your target.

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] presented an interesting opportunity. Alkor watched the cat man as he reached out with the Force, and he exhaled. That was his chance.

Alkor thumbed the trigger, the rifle kicked, and the shot went off- muffled, almost entirely silent toward Thengil's center mass.

One shot, one kill.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: On the move in the streets of Point Nadir
Allies: Blue Team, [member="Alkor Centaris"] ([member="Vorhi Alestrani"])
Enemies: Red Team ([member="Aryn Spar"], [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"])

Anguish screamed through the Force as the fire tore through the station, flames eating up any semblance of life that came too close, leaving others charred and in torment, some barely clinging to existence. Despite herself it was something she reveled in, the part of her that still found peace in the suffering of others finding renewed life in that moment. It was a feeling she didn't savor for too long, pushing past the intoxicating fog and forcing herself to remember just where she was and the matter at hand. In the ensuing chaos she and her brother had been separated, but that didn't mean much. They would find each other as they always did, and a new sort of coordination would emerge, this one even more deadly than the last.

And she didn't have to wait long. Keira could sense him from a mile away, and when his signature joined the already frenzied combat she knew he'd made his way to the epicenter of the fight as he was wont to do. While she didn't hear the shot go off her HUD tracked it to its eventual target, which decided her prey for her. If he was going to pick off one of those attacking the seemingly blind man, then she would go for the other. Her cover wasn't as solid as the apartment building he'd set up in, but behind the corner of a relatively untouched piece of infrastructure would do just nicely. It concealed her from view and provided some kind of protection, and those were the only two things she was really asking for. Unlike Alkor, she didn't intend to be so removed from the action.

Her EE-3 was shouldered in due time, and she let her HUD do the majority of the work as she tracked her target, watching [member="Aryn Spar"] as he moved. Quickly she settled into a rhythm as the in-helmet targeting system centered her crosshairs for her, and after a mere few seconds she pulled the trigger, firing off a three-round burst of plasma intended for the center mass. Not necessarily a lethal shot per se, but the rifle had enough stopping power to get the job done regardless if the shots connected. "Unless you're feeling ambitious, cover me." Alkor was more than welcome to climb down from his perch and join her, but she supposed he wouldn't be willing to sacrifice strategy for his own satisfaction. He'd always been better at that than her.

For the moment she held on to her rifle, not quite willing to sacrifice the weapon just yet so long as their targets remained at a distance. There was no need to close in to melee range just yet, and even if she did it would be on her own terms.

 

[Aela Talith]

Location: Streets, Ribbed Nexu
Team: RED
[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] | [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | [member="Keira Ticon"]

Aryn ripped forward, bolting the instant that he saw Thengil move.

There was no call to arms, no communication or words between the two, it was simple instinct. Aryn hadn't fought besides Force Users many times before, but he'd fought against them plenty. He knew their abilities, he knew what they could do, and he could adapt. The motion that Thengil made was easy enough to track, and the way that Vorhi was sitting atop the Dumpster meant that he could follow it up well enough. So his lips raised, a growl pulled from his throat, and Aryn charged.

The plasma bolts that had been aimed towards him struck him causing a slight stumble as they slammed against the beskar plating that covered him. A roar filled the alleyway, his nose filled with the acrid scent of blood and his blood boiling with the fury of the hunt.

The Togorian charged and bounded up.

His claws extended, but this time the three meter tall monstrosity did not aim a simple swipe towards the man. Instead he leaped towards Vorhi with outstretched hands, his goal to grab the man and then bring his beskar teeth chomping down upon his throat.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Location: In between two very angry kitties.
Team: Blue, for better or worse at this point.
Objective: Raise some hell.

[member="Aryn Spar"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]


He watched as the Cathar reached into the force. Telekinesis, the standard technique. He really didn't want to get close? So much for strength. He smirked. leaping off the dumpster as he was struck by the blow, watching as the large Togorian came to rip him apart. He smiled. He'd have to actually take this seriously. Vorhi hissed, in old Palawan, "Etsikää sinua kosto, kuollut mies." Seek your vengeance, dead man.


As if on cue, a gasp escaped the man whose throat had been slit earlier, a small wisp of presence in the force. Not enough strength to do real damage, by any means. But, enough to create the perception of death, to for his murderer to share his pain. If Vorhis' incantation worked, just for a moment, the Togorian would know the pain of his throat being slit. No real harm, but enough pain to make one hesitate. He grinned as he saw his opponent lunge, and he remove his fist form behind his back. It was time to quit restraining himself, to prevent his own death. that couldn't happen yet. He focused his energy into his left fist, and swung. An armored, golden-colored glove, which others would now doubt see as steeped in some bizarre force tradition not unlike alchemy, tainted with the smell of metal and blood, swung forward, aimed squarely at the Togorian's chest, meeting him. Vorhi could not remain outside his opponent's reach, the sheer size posed an issue to that. So instead, he'd shotgun a burst of energy into one punch, as if striking stones in half. If he could wind the larger man and buy a little time, that would be worth taking his claws and teeth in one shot.


The oracle of ghosts swung, investing his hopes in one blow, either oblivious or unconcerned at his allies' predations and his opponent's power. Their team-work was impressive though. They hunted as a pack. He suddenly remembered the time he had to fight off some rancors. He wondered: Would knocking one of these titans down cause doubts in the other? Then again, what would it take to make the Grandmaster doubt?