Duel THE IRON TOURNAMENT | FIGHT 3 | KAURI KRYZE VS ZEUSI

[Primal Architect]

UKNOWN LOCATION
Kauri Kryze VS. Z Zeusi

A world ravaged by war...

Forgotten by Warriors.
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The sky and the freedom it speaks of is a distant dream. High above you, light peaks through the top of the cylinder dome your arena resides within. A shallow splash of water fills the room, covering every inch of the ground at your feet.

The room is some thirty metres in circumference, a perfect circle. Its consoles and walls are filled with broken wires, sparking broken machinery threatening to fill the water with a lethal electric current. In the centre of this circular room stands a man-sized pillar, a broken spear thrust into the metal. Behind you, adjacent stairwells lead deeper into the thick cylinder arena. Both seem to curve to an exit above you, several floating platforms encircle a singular platform above you - sitting on it, a powerful stun baton.

A deep, gravely Mandalorian voice greets your ears;

"DUELISTS. THERE IS ONLY ONE RULE. TWO ENTER, ONLY ONE MAY LEAVE!"

Drums of war echoed from within the cylinder, grunts of spectators cheering and jeering for blood shed.

 

[Kauri Kryze]

Opponent: Z Zeusi
Armor: Beskar'gam
Weapons: Hūkerikeri & 2x LRH-5A Pistols

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Kauri Te-Matauenga stood upon one side of the combat arena, the boots of his beskar'gam submerged by the shallow water flooding the base of their battle-ground. As of yet there were no electrical currents running throughout, yet the Mandalorian suspected it would only be a matter of time.

"DUELISTS. THERE IS ONLY ONE RULE. TWO ENTER, ONLY ONE MAY LEAVE!"​

The voice of the commentator announced across the ring, while the sounds of spectators cheered on all sides, ready and yearning for the two combatants to spill each others blood. Kauri had seen his share of scraps and precarious situations before, yet this was the first time he'd voluntarily put himself in harms way, and not without good reason. He desired the recognition and notice from his peers, the other Clans of Manda'yaim.

Their home remained under the occupation of the Sith Empire, and Kauri wanted to be there for the day that the Mando'ade fought to reclaim it. No easy task, yet a battle not only for the ownership and reclamation of their home-world but the identity and cultural heritage of those whom had come before them, fought and died for the Resol'nare, the code of honor shared among all the strongest of their warriors, their clansman. Their Aliit.

Holstered upon either hip, his hands sat lightly atop the grips of his LRH-SA Pistols whilst he looked across the Arena through the visor of his helm. Neglecting to bring the RR-03, Kauri had reserved the repeating blaster-rifle for the real deal, the tournament being less a fight to the death and more a challenge and competition between seasoned warriors alike themselves.

"Good luck in the fight to come" the warrior of Clan Kryze gestured across to Zeusi in acknowledgement.

 

[Kauri Kryze]

Iron Tournament Round 1
Post: 2
Opponent: Z Zeusi
Judge: Primal Architect
Inventory: Beskar'gam, Hūkerikeri & 2x LRH-5A Pistols​

'There is no need for us to fight'.​

Kauri stared back at the woman opposite him, the Mandalorian unmoving on the outside yet through his visor he blinked back at her in doubt and skepticism. What point was there in a competition if you weren't planning on competing. There was something else behind her behavior however, the sound of purpose in her voice. Kauri couldn't quite place it until something moved inside, closed up or became blocked within his throat. His eyes grew wide with realization.

"Jen'Jidai" he forcefully choked out the words against his opponents control over the Force. Kauri had seen his share of fights, yet only once had he come up against Force Users before, and it had cost him the life of Nikau Kryze, his Buir. Or more simply known as the closest thing to a Father Kauri had ever had. The man who had shown him the way, taken him into the Clan and adopted him into the life and code of all that was Mandalorian.

As his left knee buckled underneath him from the lack of oxygen siphoning his strength, his right hand withdrew one of the LRH-5A's from it's holster, placing the woman ahead of the iron-sights and squeezing down on the trigger in quick succession sending high powered rounds across the arena in an attempt to break his opponents concentration and force her onto the defense long enough to recover.

 

[Kauri Kryze]

Iron Tournament Round 1
Post: 3
Opponent: Z Zeusi
Judge: Primal Architect
Inventory: Beskar'gam, Hūkerikeri & 2x LRH-5A Pistols

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Kauri gasped for air as his opponent released her hold upon his throat, allowing him to take in long deep breaths of air while she seemed to fall back to the platform above. Zeusi seemed to go so far as to goad him over it, claiming dominion over the high ground as though it helped her in the fight between them.

She sounded awfully proud for one who seemed to be distancing herself from the fight.

Saying nothing in answer to her attempt to spark his ire however, Kauri turned to look to the exterior corridors leading to the upper level of the Arena. The central platform was a large round surface held up by some form of gravity field from what he could tell.

His ascent would not be hastened or rushed by his foe, she who possibly sought to tire him down. Instead he walked at his own pace, stepping up out of the shallow water and onto the first step leading him higher. The brief reprieve offered Kauri the time to recollect himself, returning his Slug-thrower to it's holster at his hip and trying to breath through what he assumed felt like someone who had been strung up by their neck, only to be cut free.

The odds of this fight were heavily stacked against him, now seeing that his opponent was a Force User. Crafty bastards they were, and usually so unpredictable unless they were Jetiise. The latter were predictable in the sense that their mercy and hesitation made them vulnerable. Darksiders however were altogether different and this one didn't seem to be very polite in how she used her power.

Coming back into view at the top of the corridor, Kauri stopped just shy of the gap separating the ramp to the floating platform, staring down his opponent through his visor and taking pause. "I'll hazard a bet that you're nothing without the Force" he lifted his head in a half nod, and while she wouldn't see the smirk he was throwing her behind the helm of his Beskar'gam, his tone was laced in confidence.

With his right hand, he reached across to his left and drew out the Hūkerikeri from his side, tilting the blade to catch in the reflection of the light coming through from above. She had found the Stun Baton and he held his blade ready for a true fight. Whether or not she accepted the challenge was another matter.

"No Force, no Pistols. Straight melee combat. You and me".