The Blood Games - Gherron Dragonsflame vs. Aitir Kor'sa vs. Priesse Brinari

[Eternal Discourse]

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Rodia. Home to one of the galaxy’s most notorious, widespread species. It’s a jungle world, filled with lush green scenery, towering waterfalls, and ancient ruins that desperately beg to be opened and explored. A gorgeous world, to be sure, though sightseeing would not be the main objective for today. No, there would be no memories made by swimming or ruin exploring for the combatants of the blood games.

Their memories would be filled with blood, combat, and the undying efforts they each would make to win. They would struggle against their fellow combatants, desperate to come out on top. For two of them, they would walk away with memories of defeat. For one special, lucky duelist, their skill would earn them another victory, and place them one step closer to the finals.

Located deep within the forests of Rodia, an enormous stone tower stood, reaching up past the tree line from the ground. On the sides, water rushed down in a man made waterfalls, designed to promote the forest of the tower to continue to grow. Overlooking the arena, stone statues looked as though they were there to judge the fights themselves, their massive size giving off an intimidating vibe if stared at for too long. At the very top, with a view out and over the treeline, a circular arena stood, awaiting it’s combatants.

It was a short ride by shuttle, with all three of today duelists being transported when it was time to begin. They would be dropped off at the top of the tower, from which the transports would take their leave. As the contenders settled into their corners and prepared themselves mentally, the circular arena would become encircled by the spectator stands, filled to capacity with raving, crazed fans.

A small, hovering platform quicky floated it’s way to the top of the arena so that it’s dual occupants could look down with ease at the action. The announcers platform’s speakers boomed as the ringleader spoke, the crowd quieting down to allow the introductions to be made. “Welcome, one and all, to the second round of the Blood Games! Below we have our combatants: [member="Gherron Dragonsflame"], [member="Aitir Kor'sa"], and [member="Priesse Brinari"]. They will battle against not only one another but the elements of Nelvaan, and some surprises that we’ve got planned as well!”

The announcer allowed the crowd to give their exorbitant and wild responses, before quickly speaking once again, this time with a louder and more finite tone. “Now, let..us..get..STARTED! LET THE BLOOD GAMES BEGIN!”

Rules:

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   Rounds of combat are called when all but one of the combatants concede, are killed, or the 2-week time limit has been met.
   
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   Disallowed items for this round include: Poisons, Alchemized Weapons, Force Powers (there will be Force user sentinels present to observe all matches), Heavy Explosives.
   

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

Priesse Brinari
Post 1
Location: Rodia
Equipment: VSA-01 “Auxilia” Combat Suit, CPD-ES03 - Lightweight Infantry Energy Shield, TTH/SIR-001c "Helius" - Pattern Battle Rifle, TTH/TPV-001 “Xiphos” - Pattern Plasmatic Vibrosword, ACS-208 Wrist Charric, 2 Ion Grenades

Having emerged from her last fight virtually untouched, Priesse had only needed an ice bath and a few sessions of light training to prepare her body for the next bout in the Blood Games. However, upon hearing that she was to fight a three-way fight on Rodia, she had considered the implications of that for hours. In truth, she had never fought in a jungle before. The experience was wholly new to her, but it didn’t scare her. Her mentality going into the fight was to simply follow the well-honed combat instincts she had developed in training and beyond. In essence, they were to act assertively, stay composed, and exploit openings where she saw them.

If she adhered to that, Priesse was confident that her training would see her through. The Golden Company was among the premier mercenary companies in the galaxy. She had been trained and equipped by them, and Priesse knew that her training would see her through.

The short-statured warrior stood immediately adjacent to the wall in her chosen area within the circular arena. She hopped up and down on the balls of her feet, as if to test the hydraulics in her suit as she readied herself for combat. She held her solar rifle within her hands and glanced between the two other fighters in the arena. Both were undoubtedly formidable to have gotten this far in the tournament. She was confident in her chances of victory, but she anticipated a far more challenging fight than she had gotten in the last round...

 

[Luca Donskoi]

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[SIZE=11pt]Wearing: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Leatheris Jacket (Norris Root Dye), Leatheris Pants (Norris Root Dye), [/SIZE]Type-15 Control Gauntlet ​

[SIZE=11pt]Armament: [/SIZE]Wûzêansi[SIZE=11pt], Lightsaber (secondary)[/SIZE]​

[SIZE=11pt]Tags: [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt][member="Gherron Dragonsflame"] | [member="Priesse Brinari"][/SIZE]​

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[SIZE=11pt]So this is what it had come to. The first round had been completed to this [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Blood Games[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] tournament and this ragtag group is what had moved on. To Abaddon, it seemed nothing less that pathetic. Afterall, he had needed only a single move to bring about his victory in the first round. The second had just been for good measure and to fulfil what he believed to be his calling that the weak needed nothing more than to perish beneath the heel of the strong. It’s what happens in nature, isn’t it? Survival of the fittest. Why was it that life that considered itself to be “intelligent” was so hellbent on denying that eventuality? Why was it that “intelligent” life spat upon the very law of nature and coddled the weak? Allowed the weakness to fester until it became a cancer that spread through the galaxy and threatened to rip it away from the very fabric of its creation. It seemed that the galaxy would be damned should it continue to proceed as such. And now . . . now, it was in dire need of a course correction. But that was for another time. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Abaddon had stepped into the ring already and stood just a few feet from the edge of the circle, his unwavering leer piercing through each to the two unfortunate souls that had stepped stepped into the arena against him this day. He was anger and rage incarnate, yet that did not deter his focus. Did not take away from his preparedness here, today. No. But he did, however, hope that the two of them would present to him a better challenge than round one had. If not, there was always round three to look forward to, right?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]His hood, dyed a hue of crimson from the Norris Root extract that painted it cast an eerie shadow over the raving red-orange orbs the pierce through them. Wûzêansi was held in his right hand, yet was still unlit. His second lightsaber’s hilt lay beneath to folds of his tunic along his left hip, hidden from prying eyes. He wore his prize from the first round on his left hand, though he wasn’t even certain whether a situation would present itself here where he would even have need of it. Still, though, it was somewhat of a comfort as it was similar in weight to [/SIZE]Inichas[SIZE=11pt] - his gauntlet he had been force to go without due to the conditions presented in this tournament. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It was time for round two to progress and it was here he waited, measuring each of his opponents as they took to the ring themselves.[/SIZE]

 

[Gherron Dragovalor]

As the contestants were dropped off at the top of the tower, the third spot was mysteriously empty. The remaining two wouldn't have long to wonder just what was going on, however.

"Hold on... What's that? It seemed this three-way has turned back into a good old fashioned duel! Gherron Dragonsflame has withdrawn!"

The announcement was met with loud booing and jeering from the crowds, and no doubt there would be mixed feelings from the two people he was to face. Hearing the sounds over the holo, he winced slightly before turning it off and leaning back in his seat aboard his ship, looking up at the ceiling in thought.

"I came expecting an enjoyable fight. I must say I was more or less disappointed with what I found. Nonetheless, I do not expect the rest of this tournament to go much better. I'll withdraw myself with my dignity intact."

The words rang in Gherron's head over and over. Despite his last opponent's open acknowledgement of his skills as a fighter, he couldn't help but to feel stung at what he said before walking out of the arena. Playing the fight back in his head, he now realized several times where, had they been enemies on the battlefield, the golden warrior could have easily taken him out. It was why he had avoided his grip after that first stumble; he could feel the heat within. He could have been cooked alive! He didn't feel as if he was quitting this next fight then. No, he simply wished to ponder his own skills a bit more. He was an excellent tactician, but even masters could learn a thing or two.

-Withdrawn-​

 

[Mellifluous Magenta]

Priesse Brinari
Post 2
Location: Rodia
Equipment: VSA-01 “Auxilia” Combat Suit, CPD-ES03 - Lightweight Infantry Energy Shield, TTH/SIR-001c “Helius” Pattern Battle Rifle, TTH/TPV-001 “Xiphos” - Pattern Plasmatic Vibrosword, ACS-208 Wrist Charric, 2 Ion Grenades
[member="Aitir Kor'sa"]

No doubt the sudden withdrawal came as a surprise to Priesse, but she didn’t necessarily mind it. Her initial strategy had been to lure the two other combatants together so that they would fight each other instead of her for a time. After that, she would have been right there to finish off the presumably wounded victor. Instead, it seemed that there would be no luring away or dodging the battle to come. Priesse would spill blood today, but whether or not it would be her own or her opponent’s was a question that as of yet she could not answer. However, she fully intended for the latter outcome to manifest at all costs.

Priesse spoke no words or gave any signs of acknowledgement to her opponent, before quickly sighting her rifle. As she did, Priesse glanced at her armor’s combat sensors which calculated her singular opponent to be twenty-five meters away from her current position. In addition, her armor’s conformal energy shield activated in a flash of transparent gold color when the field charged itself to full strength before becoming shimmering into invisibility to reveal her golden-yellow armor.

After acquiring her target, Priesse aimed for her opponent’s upper chest, but she didn’t yet fire. Instead, with a silent mental command, she executed a lateral dash with her armor’s thrusters which was powered to carry her armored form exactly four meters to the left of her previous position over a short period of less than a fourth of a second while also maintaining at least twenty meters of physical separation between herself and her opponent. Although the sudden motion was jarring and physically strenuous, Priesse had been trained to fire and aim her weapon while simultaneously executing the maneuver. She did exactly that when her rifle discharged an unbroken trio of visually electrificed amber hued solar lances which flashed from the Helius’s muzzle and flew through the air towards their intended target at the exact speed of light. By the time she landed back on the ground, the three solarized beams had left the barrel of her rifle.