Dominion Sport of Blood | SO Dominion of Empty Hex

[Darth Strosius]

Equipment: Lightsaber - Sword - Dagger - Robes
Tags: Lirka Ka / Aerik Lechner / Sybil ragnos / Aileni Ifor Xeraic / Varin Mortifer / Kaelen Voss
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The interloper was quick even with Varin and Darth Strosius both bearing down on him, maneuvering out of the blade lock and away from His own slash in order to press forward with another cut at Him. Stepping back would have been the most optimal course of action, albeit it would continue to rob Him of the initiative that He would need to end this bout quickly and move on to His real target. Thankfully it seemed like His grandapprentice had a solution to their flight footed foe.

Entrapment. A strike that would force the interloper forward in order to avoid it whilst sending forth more scalding emanations towards his limbs, with these seeming far more physical at a glance. The heat alone was but another pull for Darth Strosius to step back and gain some distance but He ignored His own instincts in regards to both threats. Varin had the right idea, keeping their foe trapped between the pair of them would be the simplest and most effective solution.

So rather than moving away, the masked Sith Lord moved in. His sword flashed up to meet His opponent's orange blade and bat it away whilst His own crimson one was thrust forward directly at the center of the younger foe as though to skewer him right through. Ideally either His or Varin's stabs would land and then this could be wrapped up in short order, then He could rip Lirka's head off of her shoulders as He had intended to do before He'd been so rudely interrupted.

 

[Lirka Ka]

LEADERS OF THE PACK

TAGS: Kaelen Voss Sybil ragnos

The Councillor was pleased. Very pleased. They would arrive at the borders of the republic as a veritable host of the battered and bloodied. But they would be sharpened. A knife’s edge honed and ready for pandemonium.

But perhaps she was getting ahead of herself.

Feeling Sybil ragnos yanked from her hand, Lirka had that modicum of disappointment that she didn’t get to test and see how well the red woman faired against a saber. It abided quickly - these two would be worth a visit when all was said and done. Pieces on the board not yet established in Lirka’s calculus, and Lirka had all intent to see where they’d stand after.

She was a duelist foremost - a savage and ravenous duelist, but a duelist nonetheless. Now squared off against Kaelen Voss she could feel the ripple of anticipation that came with a good fight. This was not the wonton butchery of a beast on the charge, this would be a Battle of Wills. And a chance to see how well the new blood faired.

Yet for a moment though, his taunt was met with silence. Just the crackling of the electro-plasma filament across the edge of her machete, and the whirr of her mechanisms as the sizzling hole in body globbed and mounded with seeping black foulness in response to the wound.

And then she spoke, it was a bestial glee, barely contained behind her vocalizer.

“Yes, let us see.”

A golden hilt upon her belt clasped into her now freed hand. Snap-hiss. A blade of gleaming yellow, a Jedi’s weapon: plundered from the halls of New Cov and ever-so-gracefully provided by Lorn Reingard after their spout. Lirka had never much fought with sabers before - but there was no time to learn like the present.

She exploded out in a burst of barely restrained violent speed - the saber’s blade stabbing out towards Kaelen Voss while the machete in her other hand sizzled through the air in a hacking strike aim low for the man’s leg

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