Skarlet Valentine vs Triam Akovin

[Eralam]

As far as dustballs went, the planet Dorin, home of the Kel Dor, was one of the strangest ones.

The atmosphere in particular made it a rarity. Most planets had atmospheres consisting of nitrogen, carbon, oxygen, and other fairly common elements. Dorin's was helium. Most planets with helium atmospheres were tiny, frigid little chunks of hell that orbited around the dark, inhospitable edges of most systems. For a planet with standard gravity and a relatively temperate climate, it was unique. It even supported life, and had a sentient native species. That didn't make it any less deadly to humans, however.

As such, visitors had to wear breath masks at all times. Either that, or bring portable pressurized shelters with them. Without them, unconsciousness would occur in less than a minute, with death not long after.

Our combatants face each other in an ancient practice circle built by the inhabitants. The floor is stone, worn smooth by pounding feet over the centuries. The circle is ringed by large boulders, the circle itself stretching fifty feet across. Being thrown out of the arena does not necessarily count as a loss, but leaving voluntarily will be counted as a forfeit.

Due to the fact that any sort of pressurized shelter would be shredded within instants by any fight worth the name, the combatants are given breath masks. The masks are sturdy enough to take a beating, but a direct hit can certainly knock it off a fighter's face. Protecting the breath mask would be essential.

[member="Triam Akovin"]
[member="Skarlet Valentine"]

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Protecting the breathe mask would be essential...

... for anyone who perhaps wasn't as prepared as Triam.

Triam was always prepared, and her armor (courtesy of Draco Vereen following her specifications so faithfully), provided her with an internal air supply of 60 minutes. Additionally, her modified helmet alone contained an oxygen reserve tank of 30 minutes. She wouldn't even need a fraction of that.

Her Armor had lots of neat bells and whistles like that, but considering the flammable nature of the atmosphere (truly it was amazing how the atmosphere didn't spontaneously disintegrate at the slightest tectonic movement [perhaps the Dorin gas neutralizes ignitions? {Actually the real answer was, that in her writers absent mindedness mistook helium for hydrogen The IC answer will be that Akovin being more of an engineer, also mistook this simple fact, or something along those lines.}]) Akovin had decided to utilize a more physical arsenal than she was typically prone to using.

C.H.I.T. Darts without the pizzazz of explosives or tasers, uncharged Phantom Fingers, and a disabled H.E.R.D. Laser. Additionally, she carried no blasters, and had with her only her Lightfoil... and a simple slug throwing revolver with almost bottomless ammunition. Perhaps her most lethal weapon though, was located not on her hand(s), but on her feet.

*clink* *clink* *clink*

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That would be the sound of Triam's infamously ridiculously obnoxiously heavy boots, clattering against the practice circle floors. She held up the Revolver up in front her helmet, pointed to the sky, but ready to drop into a fire position.

"Are ya ready for this, mate?" If only they could see her wink behind her helmet.

 

[Songbird]

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Call her old fashioned, but Skarlet didn't believe in 'armor'. The only protection she had other than the breathe mask provided to her was her leather jacket, and the metal dog tags hanging around her neck. She figured if she was going to get shot, she might as well get shot in style.
Her weapons consisted of the two revolvers holstered on her thighs with ammo strapped next to them, and the simple durasteel sword strapped to her back. She didn't need anything else but her fists, anyway.

She entered the arena with her usual arrogant swagger, chewing some gum inside her mask. She wasn't stupid enough to try blowing a bubble, so she simply kept loudly chewing, stopping at the opposite end of the arena from [member="Triam Akovin"].
"Let's hurry this up, yeah? I got things to do, places to be."
She withdrew one revolver, twirling it in her hand as she waited for her opponent to make the first move, still chewing the gum. It had long since lost flavor, but it was more about principle, now.
Skarlet never did anything half-way.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

"Lying down, in the dirt maybe? Ha,"

At that moment, her elbow dropped, placing the revolver squarely aimed at her opponent's chest before firing. A flash later, and then there would be two Triam's running in opposite directions around the circle. One of them was Triam, the other was a real-time holographic projection of Triam, mirrored so that she'd be running the other way. For the sake of differentiating between the two, until it was discovered which one was which, let's name the one moving clockwise Heads, and the one moving counter-clockwise, Tails.

It shouldn't be difficult to figure it out, it was after all nothing more than a hologram in close range, but the initial surprise of the double immediately after getting shot at, should give Triam an advantage she might be able to exploit.

Five more bullets left before she'd need to reload, which would be an ordeal considering their close-quarters circumstances, and the difficulty of loading a Revolver in of itself.

Either way, it'll be one hell of a ride.

[member="Skarlet Valentine"]