[member="Jynx"] | [member="Darth Vaildra"]
Upon the battlefield, situations changed both quickly and regularly. One change in the current of warfare could turn the tide of combat, and ensure or deny victory to any participants. Real war was gritty, rough, and held with it a sense of chaos that could not be controlled. It was different in arena fights, and in championships. In both of those situations, it was only a faint mimicry of real combat that was ever presented or performed, and set rules and regulations marked which actions were legal according to the specific event. There were those arenas that at times disallowed the action of murder, especially as such an outcome might upset more weakly stomached viewers, or those with moral obligations to stop the vile act.
The arena they were in had specifically noted that rule, and Abelain had followed it to the letter in hopes of not disqualifying himself from the victory prize, and the bestowed honor to be granted when the tournament finally came to a close. That was the reason that the Arue'tii found it strange that the Force-user was issuing harsh threats beyond the standards of the tournament. Would not the authorities of the planet intervene in behalf of those combatants still following the rules, or would they simply allow for extermination, quivering in fear of retaliation on the part of the attempted murderer.
Theoretical questions were shoved from his mind, and Abelain found that he could once again inhale without difficulty. His eyes shifted steadily over to the female that he had wounded, the blood having stopped it's outpouring from the cleave in her side. The Sith; for his aura felt heavy with darkness, held a blade's hilt near to her abdomen, apparently whispering threats into her ears. She argued with him, apparently trying to make a mockery of the situation, though it seemed far more likely that she was inwardly nervous and attempting to alleviate the situation. Her eyes met his own, and she questioned what he considered of the newcomer.
His appearance was strange, especially the blinding cloth wrapped around his eyes, restricting one of his primary senses. The Arue'tii knew that he could still function in combat due to his blood scenting, however it was nearly impossible that the man possessed the same traits as himself. It was already clear that he was a Force user, but not it became evident that he was also extremely arrogant, and that in itself made Abelain belittle him mentally, though he recognized where one might view hypocrisy in his thoughts. He was superior to inferior species, but blinding oneself for entertainment bordered more on stupidity than superiority.
"I believe that he is powerful physically," He hissed, arising from his prone position and twirling his blade once as he prepared to engage in combat once more. His free hand reached around his back, removing dirt and grime from the red cape that hung there before continuing, "However, I question his mental state." It occurred to him, that to defeat the man and claim the prize that the tournament allocated, he would need to catch the fellow flat-footed, and what better way than to anger him.
His hide could handle standing near magma, what could an inferior possibly do to him?
