The Final Round: Knights (Warok the Defiler vs Darth Mudrac)

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Location: Arena, within the Sith Academy of Glee Anselm​

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[member="Warok the Defiler"] vs [member="Darth Mudrac"]​

The One Sith tournament was nearing its end. Many had fought, many had fallen. In the end, only two remained. After today, only one of them would be able to call themselves the winner of the One Sith Tournament. The duels had taken place all over the galaxy. Hoth, N'zoth, Gratos, Belgaroth, Tython, Fresia, Neimoidia, Bakura, Felucia, Illum, Kessel, Ord Mantell... And now, the final destination, where it was all decided: Glee Anselm. And for the first time, they had an audience.

One of the facilities of the Sith Academy of Glee Anselm that made it stand out, was its built-in arena. It formed a large and wide circle. Within it, there were no distractions but four pillars. Each pillar had one line written on them, in both ancient Sith and Basic. One line each, that together formed the entirety of the Sith Code. The arena floor was a hard layer of grained sand, on top of the cave rock. High up, above the thick stone walls was a transparent barrier that separated the combatants and the spectators. Several rows were available, even a VIP section. This was their chance to be seen. To be noticed. And prove their worth. There was a lot at stake. Great prestige awaited the victor, though for the defeated, there was nothing but the promise of becoming a fading memory.

A loud voice boomed across the arena. Both combatants were named and introduced. At one side, there was Warok the Defiler. He was a male Ewok, who had paved a bloody path to Glee Anselm from the droid factories of Freisa to a One Sith training facility on Tython. His opponent was a male Epicanthix by the name of Darth Mudrac, who had claimed both victory and a right to a place in the final round within the frozen caves of Hoth. Now, both of the two Sith Knights had only one more fight. Success... Or nothing. The gates lowered, and a voice announced that the final round of the One Sith tournament in the knight category had begun.

 

[Darth Timoris]

It was the final and - given they were Sith, where would we be without a sting in the tail?

Suddenly a trap-door opened under the form of [member="Warok the Defiler"]. His chance to win a tournament would come another day.

And away to [member="Darth Mudrac"]'s right a newcomer entered the arena. [member="Darth Ophidia"] was to fight for the title instead.

Same rules, same situation, different combatants. May the games begin...

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Walking into the arena in plain view was a Dark robed figure. Snapped to a belt was a single shoto saber to be used in a later time. Lightsaber combat was tedious and in Nulgaths opinion a waste of time. The Sith Lord was infamously known as a Inquisitor within One Sith as well as a Sith Sorcerer. The arena within the temple was fitting in his opinion. He liked this environment, there was no place to hide and nothing to use.

Standing at the edge of the arena the Sith waited.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

There would always be somewhere to hide for one who knew how, but this time Darth Ophidia decided to make her presence apparent. Hood raised, she strode into the arena, approaching [member="Darth Mudrac"] from the right. Her eyes burned like embers against the ashen skin of her face, peering out from under the rim of her black hood. Her stride was fluent, calm, as smooth as the caress of of a desert breeze. Her hands were folded on her midriff and parted to rest by her sides as she entered the arena. The fingers of her right hand brushed past the hilt of her lightsabre as it dangled from her sash. The wristblade of the Sith Assassins clutched tightly onto her left arm.

Someone once said that Darth Ophidia was not a Sith you knew, only her results. Her power lay in obscurity, allowing her to slip past recognition as just another Rattataki. As such, to enter a tournament of this kind was a strange contradiction. Glory and recognition put her at risk of losing her obscurity, and yet she was driven for victory. She would give her all.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

" There you are dearie! Shall we dance?" Nulgath asked as he unclipped his shoto saber with a underhand grip and activated the weapon. The crimson blade quickly extinguished the shadows around him in the dim lit arena. A candle in the dark. Taking up a awkard looking stance Nulgath prepared himself for combat as he held up the shoto like a serial killer would. In his off hand he kept an open palm.

Bowing halfway the epicanthix smiled. " Your blade please, My Lady." he commented as he began to circle her loosely. His eyes scanning the arena for objects and elements to use, It was obvious that he was already atleast one move ahead of his opponent... Or so he believed.

[member="Darth Ophidia"]

 

[Darth Ophidia]

He did not need to ask her twice and with a single, smooth movement she unclipped her lightsabre from her sash. It fell naturally into a regular front grip, but she did not activate the blade. Darth Ophidia did not allow him to circle her, but rather kept an even distance by slipping into the same circular pattern as her opponent. The Rattataki kept her right shoulder to him, her eyes looking in his direction, but seemingly not at him. Seeing past him, she observed all his motions: The way he held his blade; how he held his hand; where he put his feet, and where he rested his eyes. It was a predatory look on her face, calm but vicious. Was she playing into his game? Not unlikely. Did that mean he would succeed? Only time would tell.

Quickly and precisely, her left hand made an upwards swiping motion which launched a wave through the sandy floor in the direction of [member="Darth Mudrac"]. Sand launched into the air with the purpose of blinding her opponent while she turned her hip and launched a second force-attack by extending her right hand. Which still kept a solid hold on her lightsabre hilt. This time it was a pure and relatively powerful push with the purpose of knocking him against the stone walls that surrounded them.