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Round 1 Racket Vs Davin

@[member="Racket"] Vs @[member="Davin"]

Area: Jungle Biome
Rules: Slug throwing pistols or blasters, knives, and fists.

The hot sweaty jungle was all around the two duelist, bugs whizzed through the air as the moisture and humidity consumed the two. They were on Echinda the shaping world of the Horde, trees and assorted brush littered the ground of the one two hundred meter long and wide fenced off biome. The duelists would The rules were simple and the two of them
would start on opposite ends of the jungle and work their way over to each other to begin the fight. Playing over a loud speaker a voice rang out to the both of them. "Fight!!"
 
Fight!
Thick hot air. Wet nose hit the air. Filled his head and body. Brush the size of him and trees, huge, surrounded the area he was in. Thin light armor had been adorned though it was nothing more heavy than his normal outfit which held fifty thin throwing knifes lined down either side of his massive quads. His Mandalorian blade also hung from his right hip. Time to find the Fracker. Feet dashed hard scurrying through the limbs at a quick speed. No time to be caught off guard. Leeping through the brush brought him into the air sailing at a massive trunk. Back feet connected for a second long enough to recoil. Kicking hard off sent him another direction into the brush once again. Claws dug into the ground. Head low. Each limb his tiny torso hit snapped forward. Before they could bounce back he was out of site. All fours had touched down, sending him into an all out sprint. The way of his people. War was fast. Racket was faster.

Ground had been gained. Didn't know who he was fighting. No openings. Leaping to his right. All four paws and claws caught the bark of thick wood. Scurrying dashes more than agile brought him up to the first level of limbs thick enough to conceal his body. Not stopping here. Higher and higher into the tree took less than fourty five seconds. Hidden from site and mind. Eyes scanned the area at a rapid pace. Zooming in and out taking in information at a pace of only the RAcMeer could.
@[member="Davin"]
 
He didn't know how he got here, why here was here, or what the feth he was supposed to be doing. But, the crap was probably going to hit the fan.

Waking up in the searing hot jungle, the Chiss Admiral became evermore thankful for the specially painted black set of Imperial Knight armor he was adorned in. The meshing along the insides were moisture absorbent and allowed a pretty easy flow of air, so he wasn't as hot as he would be without it, but it was still blazing. A few beads of sweat rolled into his eyebrows as he staggered to stand, eyeing his surroundings with a fierceness only found in a commander. The blue-skinned being found himself in a small clearing, surrounded by thick foliage and lightened by a slightly overcast sky.

Feth. What the hell was he doing here?

A moment passed in brief thought before his crimson eyes snapped down to his belt, finding the usual silver saber of the Fel Imperium gone. Instead a rather exotic looking knife was seated upon that section of his hip. He snatched it from the belt and toyed with it in his fingers, feeling the length of a seemingly durasteel blade and the round placements for his fingers to slip through in the event of an even closer fight than he'd expected. Another thought came to mind as he checked the other side, finding a holster containing a pistol of some sort. The Imperial Knight pocketed the knife and instead inspected the sidearm, rolling it around in his hands before cocking back the chamber and discovering its automatic tendencies. Along with the pair of weapons, he found a few extra mags for the sidearm, a pack with about 3 days worth of rations, and a tiny little first aid kit.

At least they were kind enough to leave him with somethi-

"Fight!"
The Knight lurched to the side, diving behind a tree and yanking out the pistol in anticipation. After a few silent seconds, he cocked his head out and watched for movement for another 5 minutes. Nothing. He didn't know what was happening or why, but he sure as hell wasn't going to lose. And with that, he set off through the jungle, sidearm in hand.

@[member="Racket"]
 
The sky was bright. Eyes scanned across ground and bushes. Tree trunks. No movement. No movement. No movement. No movement. Frack this. Legs kicked hard four strides followed by a leap. "aAaAAaaarrRrrrrggGggggGgGghhHHHHhHhHhh!!!!!!" Air moved through his fur. Arms swayed in the wind. Agile body found his landing in the tree coming closer and closer and closer and....... his claws gripped the limb of the massive branch allowing his body to fall at a slower decent though still rapidly. Wood bent long before he released allowing himself to free fall the last ten feet. Hitting the ground running on an old dead trunk sent him off into the shrubbery again. He was the predator. The warrior to fear. A killer of hunters.

A new scent his nostrils. Thick air rolled in while legs continued to scurry faster and faster and Blue Skin to his right moving slow. Both hands pushed him forward moving back next to his hips. Two slender blades found his hands on the way back up in time for him to catch his torso's momentum without missing a stride. Reaction without thought required. Right arm whipped out sending the first blade directly where the blue fleshy's right leg was moving towards. Another hard four leg stride before he lept above the brush, just enough for his head to poke out, before his torso twisted around releasing his left arm like a whip and sending the second blade at the man's torso. Vanishing as soon as the blade left his hand Racket landed and turned directions on a dime and legs kicked hard sending him back the way he had been.
@[member="Davin"]
 
As the young commander trekked through the intense heat and thick vegetation lidded with cumbersome, heavy air, one could not tell if he was in a survival game or having a little hump through the woods. As part of his Imperial Knight training, he'd been given information on nearly all sets of environments and his natural biology led him to being more observant and wary than the average humanoid, such as the way of the Chiss. Long ago he'd holstered the slugthrowing pistol, his arms growing weary of toting it for hours on end without any real visible threat.

Wait. Without any visible threat.

He could be getting trail- thunk.

"Oomph!" The Admiral grunted, as if something had crashed into his armor. The mere force from it sent him staggering a step forward before quickly calling upon the Force to guide him. Without even checking on the blow, adrenaline coursed through his veins as the knife locked into place along his fingers and the handgun was already in hand. The knife was being held tactical light style, lodged beneath his wrist fielding the pistol.

Woosh! A split second strike almost right after the first zipped through the trees. Crimson eyes flaked to that field of vision and his legs moved without thinking, only on instincts. A lone, thin strip of bright metal whizzed past his head and snapped into the ground with a hearty thump. "What the feth?" Davin snarled, bringing his weapon to bear on the suspected source of the little blade. A rustle of leaves here and there merely only gave him the impression that he wasn't alone. He panted relentlessly, praying that the attacker would show himself again. Because it would be his last moment of life.

After several moments, probably even a minute or so he relaxed and felt for his back. Indigo fingers nudged against something lodged on his armor near his shoulder blades, a yank and it was out. His eyes widened in sight of the first little blade that had struck him. Thank God for armor. Rumors even had it that this stuff was made of the same thing as Darth Vader's armor. However, something was different. He held the blade closer to his eye, inspecting each and every centimeter of it. Small clawmarks rang along the side of it, indicated that something with claws had throw this at him...or something along those lines.

With a huff of a sigh, he pocketed the blade and the one on the ground, snapped the pistol into ready position, and started off in the general direction of the enemy.

@[member="Racket"]
 
Claws gripped wood. Scurrying steps brought him around a massive tree trunk next to where guy had been. Blue Fleshy was stealing his stuff! Split second. Legs spring loading by bending knees while hands snatched two knew Man Makers from his thighs."ffFffffRRrAcCkKkkk yYyYoOOoUuu!!!!! GiIIIvvvVeEeeE iiIIittTTTt BbBaaCcCKk!!!!" Simultaneous to right arm being whipped foreword sending a blade at the blue fleshy's throat, right before, "AAaaaaAAAarRrRrrrRgGGgGHhHHHhhhh!!!!!", Racket's extremely strong legs released unloading all of his strength onto the nonexistent weight of his torso. Air passed through his fur as the ten feet between the prey bag was gone in an instant. Flying at the fleshy's right side, fire in his eyes and a knife for his throat, left arm bent back and fingers gripped the second blade in palm, the sharp metal running down the length of his forearm. The rodent was going to cut his feet off!!!!!!!!!!!!
@[member="Davin"]
 
Adrenaline was flowing through his veins almost as much as blood was.

That spark of feeling flashed in his mind as a scurrying of feet pattered in the trees to his right flank. The black armored man immediately halted, whipping the pistol around to trace the sound and pinpoint his enemy before he eliminated it. It came sooner than expected. A twinge of sensation arose in the bottom of his gut for a fraction of his second, sending the Admiral dropping to a knee, narrowly avoiding a blade that snapped through the air inches above his head. What followed the thrown blade was unexpected, Davin hadn't planned on his enemy making a frontal assault so soon.

With widened eyes and a sour taste in his mouth, he acted before thinking. The hand which contained his knife thrust out before him, palm facing out in liquid motion that sent a massive Force Push sent right in the face of the projectile squirrel. The blast was a normal deterrent, meant to shove the rodent backwards without any real harm. That was for later. After sending forth the Push, his pistol was already locked back into place as he zeroed in on the opponent.

"What the hell do you want?"

@[member="Racket"]
 
Air turned into solid. 'FRACKING forcyyyyyyyyyyy.' Body went the other way while his left arm reached out; still trying to swipe across the blue neck so tempting. "What the hell do you want?" Back, head, PAIN. Fuzzyness hit him for a strong second to see blaster aimed. Legs moved slightly while feet claws touched across wooden chips of wood bark of tree just slammed into to. Pushing hard sent him shooting into the bushes. Right arm had already gripped knew Man Maker. Arm whipped sending another blade, through the brush he was scurrying through still to the right of the fleshy, at his neck. Right before he kicked hard and hard and hard bringing him to front of guy. Legs sprung; releasing him into the air not five feet from the fracker. Knew air touched his nose. Face of forcy was coming in close. Left hand held blade to left arm again bent. All the while flying, "FffFFffffRrrRRRrrAaAAAacCCKkkkk yyyyyYYYoooUUUUU!!!!" left arm punching forward aiming for underneath blue forcy users blaster wrist or the chest behind it.
@[member="Davin"]
 
Rustle. Crash. Rustle. Tumble.

What the hell was this thing on? It's insane sounding voice resounded as he tumbled backwards amongst the undergrowth and roots of the trees. Apparently he was smaller and more frail than Davin had first expected, and so gears in his head began churning that instant. He was weak, vulnerable. A sly grin crept across the Chiss's face as he prepared himself for the next assault. With the handgun already poised and trailing the rustling sounds in the brush, he was ready. But not that ready.

A crack of twigs echoed as another hiss-thunk of a tiny blade was sent forth only to plant itself in the upper right area of his torso, throwing his weight back a little. He was almost too late to catch sight of the flying rodent bounding towards him, blade in hand and vengeance in eyes. He was just too fast, already swerving under his right hand containing the blaster, but not his knife-wielding left hand. Both hands were gauntleted in the usual cortosis alloy of the Imperial Knights, but he didn't know the make of the blades. His left hand and brass-knuckles flew up before him in effort to either swipe the attacker away or merely block the throat-aimed assault.

@[member="Racket"]
 
Blue fleshy braced for impact. Weapons at the guard. Blaster was the attack. It had been Racket's from the beginning too. Knife arm swung before reaching the fleshy. Slender blade wedged into the trigger, between the fleshy's finger and metal loop surrounding it. Weapon fire DOOM turned into DOOM, doom, doom. Auto weapon didn't stop. Bounce from weapons kick helped Racket's arm push back on the blaster towards the Fracker's face. "EeeEeaAAaTtTtT ffFfFfFiiIIIIIrRRrEeEE!!!!!!" Left shoulder slammed into the extended arm that was above him. Full momentum from his leap transferred. EYes, blood shot, stared into the red orbs sitting in the big creatures head. Looked for death.

Pain. Hot blade licked, sliced, cut. Abdomen flesh opened. Massive gash, cringe worthy, came from underneath. Warm blood splattered outwards. Warm red spread down his leg. Eyes staring at the fleshy bulged as the pistol grew closer to the fracker's face. Nostrils flared, "AAAAAARRRgGgGGGHHhHHHHhHHHH!!!!!!!!" INsAnItY followed. Specks of spit splattered out at Blue face.
@[member="Davin"]
 
Within that single instant his pistol's movement forward was cancelled. The insane and squealing rodent charged him with almost Imperial might, quickly zeroing past his outstretched handgun and slamming its furry little torso into his arm. His right arm, holding the pistol, was jerked to the side as fur made contact with durasteel armor and threw off his balance. However, the sudden change of momentum granted Davin the perfect opportunity to follow through with his left hand's motion, swinging the brass knuckles to collide with the creature's abdomen before tearing back with the blade to impale it.

And it did.

The thing let out a bloodcurdling scream as his first intentioned swing missed, but the blade managed to slip before his form and sliced a sizable wound across his stomach. Crimson eyes widened as the tiny mammal wailed in pain, too stunned to do anything at all.

@[member="Racket"]
 
INsAniTY SnAP
-The second of screeching was more than pain. Thoughts broke completely. No longer a version of himself. Only primal animal remained. His muscles moved as fluently and faster than a viper. There was no shock in his mind from the gash on his stomach only one objective. The Primal need to survive. -
Face to face. Within a second eyes connected. Hands attacked the blue flesh within the moment. Reaching forward as fast as a viper strikes, 175 mph, with only on intention. To kill. Right hand's half inch claws would dig into temple while simultaneously left hand snapped forward claws would dig through the adam's apple into the esophagus.​
@[member="Davin"]​
 
@[member="Racket"]
Froth, frenzy, and fur was all that Davin could see.

His head snapped back in instinct as the claws came drawing close with each swipe of fury. A single, then two times he was caught by the claws of the creature. Marks drove from the side of his neck and up across his cheek, nearing his eye where blood pooled and drizzled out of the fresh wounds the little bastard had just erupted across his indigo visage. "Urk!" Davin growled, a blend of pain and anger as he reared his blade wielded hand back and drove forward with another effort to damage the little thing once again and end its life.
 
(OOC- Thanks for waiting on me. Life hit hard this past week.)

Pain released from stomach for a split second. All he needed. The weight that was once held by the blade now found itself in his hands that were still attached to the blue fleshies face. His claws dug into the skin deep pulling and cutting. The knife would come again. Racket knew. Feet on the armor kicked sending his body upwards. Blood continued to run down his stomach but that no longer mattered. The arm wielding the blade moved under his body harmlessly this time crossed against his armor.

Feet landed back on the chest of the fracker. ONe hands claws in his temple kept connected. The other reared back with smooth speed for a split second and returned at the mans throat. Palm wielding the beskar blade straight aimed at the fleshies exposed throat. Like before his hands struck out at his victim at top speeds. "AaaAaaaarRrRRRgGgGggHHhhHhhHhH!!!!"
@[member="Davin"]
 

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