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The Blood Games - Asaraa Vaashe vs. Cay-Yo

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Petranaki Arena, Genosis
[member="Asaraa Vaashe"] vs. [member="Cay-Yo"]

The galaxy had seen its fair share of blood spilled in recent months. From the war-torn capital of Eshan, to the explosion that rocked the parliamentary buildings on Kuat, to what remained of the Jen’ari Empire, scattered to the solar winds. The Confederacy had contributed a large amount of that blood - and it would seem that their appetite had turned inward for a change.

Recognizing an opportunity to reforge bonds with their allies, the CIS put out an open invitation to anyone who would consider themselves friends. Those who had been brave enough to put their names forward were invited to join with a horde of spectators at the Petranaki Arena on Geonosis.

The morning was bright, the skies clear. The stands were filled to the brim with roaring spectators, all having gathered to watch what promised to be a brilliant bit of sport. Nestled high above the sandy floor of the arena below, and overlooking the festivities, a platform stood sentinel. A cluster of massive stone chairs sat perched at the edge of the platform, with an unobstructed view of the arena and stands spread around them. Seated there were several members of the Confederate Viceroyalty, and others invited guests from their allied factions.

It didn’t take long for every single seat in the arena to be filled to complete capacity, with the unlucky patrons that were unable to secure a seat forced to either hover above the stadium or find somewhere to be able to stand and see the spectacle that was about to occur. The sounds and roars of the crowd only got louder and louder as the time neared to introduce the fighters that would be clashing for the crowd’s entertainment. That roar reached a fever pitch as the guardian of the arena, an aging Geonosian, hobbled his way to the front of the observation platform, his cane doing all it could to support him. Beside him, a silver protocol droid, a translator, took up the microphone and awaiting the first words from the crowd’s esteemed host.

After allowing the crowd to quiet down momentarily, the old alien made his voice known through a series of clicks and buzzes, the Geonosian language. The Geonosians were apparently quite pleased with whatever he had to say, though everyone else that spoke basic was left quiet for a moment. The translator droid was quick to fix that, speaking aloud into the microphone for all to hear. “The Great Guardian welcomes you all to this event of bloodshed! He hopes you will be pleased with the fighters, the fights, and the results!”

The elder allowed the droid to finish, before continuing the speech in his native language, then motioning toward the gates at the far end of the arena. The droid, quicker to translate this time, made the same motion while speaking in its robotic voice. “Open the gates! And let the fighters make their way forth, so that we may see these fighters in all their glory!”

With that, the gates would be opened, and the competitors would be lead into the arena. The very sight of these fighters had the crowd reaching a fever pitch once again, the open air gladiatorial arena shaped in such a way that the sound would be loudest in the bowl itself. All of the fighters, coming from different backgrounds, different walks of life, were embraced by the crowd wholeheartedly as they were lead to the center of the fighting arena, where all could get a good look at those that had been chosen to fight for their entertainment.

The fighters, [member="Asaraa Vaashe"] and [member="Cay-Yo"], had the look of those that could win the entire tournament, and as the crowd began looking over the competitors, credits could be seen being exchanged as the patrons began placing bets on the individual fighters. The arena guardian allowed this to go on for a few moments, before clicking his cane against the rock observation platform, bringing the crowd noise back down to a slight murmur. Looking to the protocol droid, he gave a short nod. Once seen, the droid began the final words to the fighters. “The Great Guardian is pleased with the form you all are in. He, as well as all those here in the arena, are very eager to see what you all can do. You all have your first matchups for the first round. Now, let us begin, and let the blood flow!”

Rules:

  1. Rounds of combat are called when all but one of the combatants concedes, is killed, or the 1 week time limit has been reached.

  2. Disallowed items: Poison, Alchemized Weapons, Force Powers (there will be force user sentinels present to observe all matches), and Heavy Explosives.

  3. If your combat wraps up before the end of the 1 week time limit, please reach out to [member="Adron Malvern"], [member="Xobos Yakieer"], or [member="Shakti Sweet"] to submit the thread for judgment.
 
Post #: 1
Opponent: [member='Asaraa Vaashe']
Equipment
  • Patitite Glaive
  • Lancelot
  • Durasteel Saber
  • Durasteal Breast Plate
  • Durasteel Bracers
  • Durasteel Greaves
  • Durasteel Sabatons

As the gates opened and the roar of the crowd heightened Cay-Yo coaxed Lancelot, who had an upstanding banner with the Confederacy's flag unfurled fasted to his saddle, in a series of small hops forward outside of the gate. When the light fell on Cay-Yo's glittering polished durasteel armor over his navy blue clothing he raised his pole-arm above him "Aahhh!" he exclaimed as it hummed to life with all of Edison's jealousy. The Patitite pulled on Lancelot's harnessed reigns so that the duo zipped around in a large circle. Clearly the diminutive knight was loving the attention "Haha!" soon enough the Gizka stopped and Cay-Yo pointed the glaive's electrified blade towards the direction of his opponent "I am the Big Cay-Yo!" he pounded his metallic chest with his free fist "The most powerful Patitite! Defender of Copero! Liberator of Eshan! Owner of Big Meds!" with increasing bravado he bellowed "We! SELL! BANDAGES!" with that Lancelot gave a defiant snarl.
 
Location: Petranaki Arena, Genosis
Opponent: [member="Cay-Yo"]
Gear:

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A Jedi was supposed to be above emotion, to not let it intrude upon their thoughts and actions, it was one of their most important tenants...only the problem was Asaraa knew it wasn't one that she stuck to very often. She loved the feeling of testing herself against someone else, the feeling of blades clashing and win or loose there was a feeling of satisfaction that you'd done your best. The roar and adulation of hte crowd that her opponent seemed to thrive in was less important to her, although she couldn't deny the smile it brought to her face as she reached up with one finger, sliding her sunglasses up her nose blinking as the display came alive as she strode out into the middle of the arena, one hand throwing back her armour's small cape as she settled herself into a combat stance, one hand gripping her shield as the other flicked her sword up into a duellist's salute. "I'm Asaraa...umm it's good you sell bandages, you're gonna need them after this." So smack talk wasn't her strongest suit...she'd have to make a point of practising more on Caedyn and Jerek when she got done with this.
 
Post #: 2
Opponent: [member='Asaraa Vaashe']
Equipment
  • Patitite Glaive
  • Lancelot
  • Durasteel Saber
  • Durasteel Breastplate
  • Durasteel Bracers
  • Durasteel Greaves
  • Durasteel Sabatons

Scoffed "Oh really?" Cay-Yo looked her over quizzically it seemed she had a lot of gear, and since Force powers were disallowed from the tournament this would be a difficult fight for him. The Patitite pulled back on Lancelot's reigns and then knocked his bent legs against the sides of the Gizka's torso which caused Lancelot to surge forward. As the duo charged swiftly headlong towards their opponent Cay-Yo slowly lowered his glaive to aim slightly below the knees of Asaraa. The weapon's electric discharges hummed and broke violently on the backside of the blade. He wasn't expecting a quick win but he decided that he needed to close the distance as quickly as possible.
 
Location: Petranaki Arena, Genosis
Opponent: [member="Cay-Yo"]
Gear:

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The girl felt her lips curling up into a smile as she watched Cay-yo charge at her, she had the tools she needed to end the fight instantly around her person, blasters and knives that could end the fight at a distance before he even managed to close with her, but that really wasn't all that fair, all that honourable. She could end the fight with a shot, but that just wasn't who she was. Instead the girl set herself, waiting as her opponent closed, activating a charge on her sword as she danced to the right at the last minute, trailing with her shield, dropping it to catch his blade as she cut her ultrachrome blade across her body, blue lightning crackling around her blade as she jabbed it at his mount.
 
Post #: 3
Opponent: [member='Asaraa Vaashe']
Equipment
  • Patitite Glaive
  • Lancelot
  • Durasteel Saber
  • Durasteel Breastplate
  • Durasteel Bracers
  • Durasteel Greaves
  • Durasteel Sabatons



As expected the initial charge was not successful in injuring his opponent, however it had succeeded in closing the gap between them. Cay-Yo's trained his eyes on the movements of the his foe enough to see the blade jab out at Lancelot. He pulled his steed in a tight turn causing him to lose his footing for a brief moment as a plume of dust kicked up around them. The energized blade had missed Lancelot, luckily, and instead of another charge the enhanced Gizka hopped into the air several feet with Cay-Yo attempting to slash Asaraa across the upper arm with the glaive.

Perhaps bringing Lancelot into the arena was a mistake as Cay-Yo could feel his temper failing him at the thought that someone would attack Lancelot instead of him. Restrictions or not he'd not let his companion be maimed.
 
Location: Petranaki Arena, Genosis
Opponent: [member="Cay-Yo"]
Gear:

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It was always a long shot, that she'd be able to seperate the man from his mount, cutting down his speed and his manoeuvrability in one fell swoop only it didn't look like her opponent was going to make it that easy for her. The jab across her body had come to nothing as he'd danced away, spinning his steed around in a circle before jumping him through the air. The Jedi had to admit the speed of the jump had taken her by surprise, catching her completely by surprise as she heard the whistle of the blade through the air. With her normal force abilities, dancing around hte blade would be nothing, but without them, well, things got a little more tricky.

With her arms crossed as they were there was no way this would look pretty, but that wasn't really a concern of hers right now. The pink-haired warrior twisted, her feet kicking up sand from the ground as she brought her shield up to catch the glaive as it scored across Svalinn. Caught at as she had been the strike left her a little out of balance as her feet staggered, her body tilting forward as she threw her weight into the block, trying to lift the weapon up and away as her blade stabbed forward in a fast jab.
 
Post#: 4
Opponent: [member='Asaraa vaashe']
Equipment: Refer to previous lists.


The shield caught against the small glaive's blade and the electric charge skipped over the surface fiercely, it was then that Cay-Yo felt the blade from his opponent collide with his durasteel breastplate causing him to fall off the back of Lancelot and into the dust. Lancelot hopped off in a wide arc around the duo. Cay-Yo's glaive had been knocked from his grasp and now laid several yards away from him (a considerable distance for him). He sat up and looked down at his breast plate which had a large gash up the left hand side and the cloth beneath it was torn. He put a hand to his the gash and then when withdrew it he saw the vicious bio-luminescent gel like blood sticking to his finger tips.

The Patitite stood with effort and held his left hand to the gash while his right hand drew the durasteel saber. It was equipped with a simple knuckle guard and a thin single edged blade. It was a simple design. Holding the blade out in front of him slightly he looked around to see where Lancelot was. Finally he spotted the gizka warily watching from afar, his attention turned back to Asaraa "You got lucky. It won't happen again."
 
Location: Petranaki Arena, Genosis
Opponent: [member="Cay-Yo"]
Gear:

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Asaraa took a step or two backwards, carrying her out of Cay-Yo's as she let her blade drop, giving him a chance to see to his wound and collect himself after their last pass. Truthfully it would have been smarter to stay on him, the girl had already been surprised by him once already. She hadn't expected him to come out with a jump that came up so high, forcing her into the uncoordinated mess that had almost sent her sprawling. Honestly, she was just glad that neither Josh nor her saber masters had been around to see that, otherwise she might be sent back to train with the younglings at the temple. That was something she didn't know if she could face.

"Luck, skill..." the girl grinned, reaching forward with a hand to gesture him forward, "does it matter what you call it?" The blade of the Kervanos came up, the ultrachrome blade swung up to a ready position as she started to edge around him, blue eyes settling on him, watching the man's movements for any twitch or movement that might broadcast his next actions.
 
Post #: 5
Opponent: [member='Asaraa Vaashe']
Equipment: Refer to previous lists.


As there had been a break in the fighting the swift gizka bounced its way to Cay-Yo where the Patitite grabbed onto Lancelot's saddle in passing and hoisted himself up. Cay-Yo gripped the reigns with his left hand, his right holding onto the durasteel saber which he pointed at Asaraa "Yah!" to which Lancelot began another frontal charge. Dust kicked up behind them as the rapid advance closed to distance between them once again, Cay-Yo raised his saber above his head ready to strike Asaraa.
 
Location: Petranaki Arena, Genosis
Opponent: [member="Cay-Yo"]
Gear:

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There it was again, the cloud of dust trailing across the arena floor as the gizka and it's rider closed on her the metal of his armour and his sword catching the sunlight as they charged. There was no more room for manoeuvring, she could set herself, await the impact of the oncoming attack. Only, last time she had just waited he had managed to surprise her, get close to a strike that could have left with her loosing the use of her arm, and she didn't intent to allow that to happen again. Grasping her weapons, she pushed forward, a wordless cry slipping from her lips as she cut her blade up along her body to lash out at him.
 
Post #: 6
Opponent: [member='Asaraa Vaashe']
Equipment: Refer to previous lists.



As Cay-Yo continued his charge and Asaraa prepared her attack against him his vision began to double and blurr. He gave a shaked of his head to clear it though soon he saw black borders closing in around the arena, a weakness in his body, and then a falling sensation. Cay-Yo blacked out and fell from the saddle, hitting the arena's floor with a small puff of sand as he rolled with the inertia from the charge. Lancelot kept moving forward for a moment till he realized that he was riderless and slowed down in confusion. The gizka saw his fallen rider and trotted over to the Patitite, waiting for him to get back into the saddle. However Cay-Yo did not stir from where he had fallen. Sprawled out on the sand the purple warrior was still bleeding slowly from the wound in his torso.

It was clear that Cay-Yo could no longer continue to fight.
 

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