The King Vs. The God

[Mythos]

Midvinter... the Dojo of Atrisian design. A little hut of Atrisia in the other side of the galaxy. The Jar'Kai were out in their weekly training exercises and would not return for another three days. In the snowy fields sitting in a cross legged position was a man, former king, former Sith Lord... a warrior who sought only to train and become stronger than ever before. Lord Mythos, known in the planet as Durin the traveler, kept to himself, kept to the outskirts... He awaited the day he would be hunted by the Jedi or perhaps by the grandmaster himself when he found that he was here with a score of fine warriors. Yet in truth, Mythos was not here to stir up trouble but instead he was here in the search of knowledge and power that would make up for his lack of affinity in the force.

Right now he relied on three things to match or surpass his enemies: Weapons, Training and Body.

His body had become a specimen of admiration, pushing tree logs everyday and training the most harsh climates coupled with a diet that consisted of everything a human body needed and more it was something truly amazing to behold. Every muscle toned to perfection, every inch of flesh molded carefully under the beating harsh wind of the Valkyr homeworld. His weapons were still relying on technology but not all of them, a high powered bow high tech in it's design with multiple arrow heads for different contingencies, a rudis forged by the former dark lord of the sith and the wrath, the hidden blade of the sith assassins, two blaster pistols, unique in their design with bullets specifically made to kill force users and of course... his lightsabers.

Finally his training and his mind, focused right now in meditation and contemplation of combat and killing... the only thing he knew as well as his future plans to dominate the entire galaxy from the shadows of war. Far from perfect... but a warrior in every sense of the word. Here in the snow covered forest....

He meditated... he awaited the inevitable. Every week... he awaited the one who would come hunting him down in the name of the Jedi of the silver sanctum. Would it be [member="Nima Tann"] ? a Master he had fought as a brash and young Knight? Would it be [member="Coci Heavenshield"] or [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] seeking to purge a former sith from their home world in a more than justifiable fear of malignant corruption?

or... Would it be someone with no qualms to kill...

[member="Jericho"]​

 

[Jericho]

Jericho was walking in the cold snow filled forest taking some time off watching the Valkyri train, in doing this he was studying their movements, the way they fought and all their techniques. He decided to visit the land of the Valykri for several reasons though not to just only learn their ways of battle but their way life. This is because of his younger 'sibling' Thurion Heavenshield, though he has had been some time that revelation that he was royalty; Jericho never found time to visit the planet and understand its culture. The was a beautiful kinship in the valkyri people, they were strong, honorable, and even loyal to a fault. From what he had seen they all treat each other like brothers and sisters. Their drinks.....Well he assumed that were made fairly strong since the warrior himself never drank but he had witness what the ale could do to the largest of men and women. The terrain was harsh and cold, made for great training. The warrior began to ponder whether or not he should make his temple here for the Je'daii or a small sanctuary of sorts if worst comes to worst.

As he continue to walk and ponder; It was then he felt a dark presence though not that of a sith more similar to his own. It was distant but strong, the warrior could not leave such a presence unchecked on the world that was held dear but whom he considered to be his family. Generally, if dark energies were left unchecked it would mean havoc of sorts. This included himself. But with a long inhale and equally long exhale the warrior took a knee. He patted his heavy armor making sure everything was tighten and on appropriately hiding his cybernetic limbs to give him the unknown edge. He checked his four light sabers that were strapped tightly on his belt. His jedi white jedi robes made heavier being lace with blast proof material. With the battlefield being his second home, equipment had to be the same in order to keep him alive for this long. He rolled his left shoulder warming himself up and giving the part of him that were still human a good stretch. He stood up and bounced back and forth lightly on his feet and despite all of his equipment, it was as if he was light as a feather.

After doing his light warm up finally ending with the adjustment of his mask, he could feel the youthful excitement within him once again. The warrior was getting use to the feeling of being young again after those experiment an super soldier serum. Even with his years of experience, he could not help himself as he could before. He was learning how to control himself again, but few has had the opportunity that he did, there was nothing wrong with be a tad more excited than normal right? Putting that thought aside, he enveloped himself with the force and increasing his speed charged towards the direction of the dark energy. Nearing the presence the warrior looked at the man that sat quietly down with his legs crossed calmly meditating. Normally, at this point the warrior would have left the man alone, but there was something different about this man. Maybe it was the youthful excitement within himself of maybe, just maybe, the man before he would provide him with a decent challenge.

The lorrdians can read another's entire personality from their slightest annoyances to their mannerisms to even detecting whether or not one was lying and Jericho was no exception. Sometimes for him to truly understand a person is through battle and the best way to make someone speak their world. Make them believe their world is about to be taken away from them; since Jericho was unsure whether or not this man was a sith or rogue darksider this would be a good way to learn. At least that was the excuse he was now telling himself, the man before him looked like a skilled fighter, it was time to see if he really was or not. Jericho clenched his fists and ice formed around his arms without a word or warning the warrior let out a powerful screeching force bellow aim at the man.

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos had been severed from the force, yet he had made a slight mistake in his gear when he attempted to rid himself of all that would lead a jedi or a lightsider to him. The Rudis of the Dark Lord. A weapon crafted by the hands of the former Emperor and the Wrath, it was a nexus, it would give the aura of the dark side to anyone who crossed its path. As Mythos sat down he heard the crunching of the snow before him but did not open his eyes, he knew that someone approached and that someone was there yet he feared nothing as of now, he felt no fear in his meditation not because he had the force, which he did not, but because he was confident in his abilities even against the most powerful dark lord of grandmaster...

When the crunching of the snow faded Mythos opened his eyes to see the image of a warrior, a figure almost carved from Chaos and nightmares before him, Mythos narrowed his eyes tensing his muscles for what was to come and then saw ice and snow be ripped apart before him as a sonic boom crushed the landscape before him and came right at him. He exploded in movement, the rudis flew to his hand and stabbed the snowy ground and he rolled in the ground out of the way of the roaring attack, he let go of the weapon as it only served as leverage and pulled his high tech bow into his hands and an arrow was quickly fitted into the shaft and shot directly at the warrior before him. Mythos' forst thought was that this was an assassin sent by the One Sith to tie loose ends, perhaps by Braxus the minister of darkness in Coruscant after he tried to have him killed or perhaps it even went higher than that... no Jedi would attack an unarmed man, or so he thought, Mythos was begining to hold Jedi to higher standards.

The battle ha begun, a fallen king Vs. a god of power.

@Jericho

 

[Jericho]

As the attack made its way, so powerful and swift in it speed shredded the cold terrain; the snow flew elegantly going with the force that passed it while the ground and trees, solid in nature broke. The fallen king was like the snow with the reflex of a true warrior react was like the snow, flew with elegance as Jericho had expected. But the King's reaction was unexpected, he did return Jericho charge but not with the force but instead fired an arrow at high speeds though with Jericho's senses and reflexes enhanced with the super soldier serum on top of his numerous and endless training; the warrior merely turned to dodge the arrow and continue to walk towards the king. Jericho could feel a dark aura oozed from the man but he didn't use the force to fight back? Was he testing him, seeing what he could do before making a move? Was he trying to surprise him? Did he just have a force imbued item? Or was he just flat out underestimating the warrior? Jericho did not know but had to assume a few of the questions, if the King was underestimating him; Jericho would not give him the same luxury.

The warrior would fight on the same playing field then until he shows more for Jericho to go on. The warrior let out a disappointed sigh, he only had his sabers at this point being so used to fighting under the thrill of blaster fire as well as other force users. This would be have been a welcoming opportunity to battle with his scythe and chain. Until the fallen king shows more of his prowess, the warrior would use only his fist and natural skills. With another breath, he clenched his fist and from his at first slow pace began to increase steadily to a powerwalk, to a jog, to a full but controlled charge to be wary of any more incoming projectiles. As he closed the distanced he would aim a flying knee strike to catch his attention but his true aim to be grabbing his left wrist, the one holding the bow, if he was able to Jericho would follow through with a pull in thrust strike with his right hand aimed for the king's shoulder.

[member="Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

His arrow missed, Mythos knew instantly he was dealing with an experienced force user, a powerful and formidable enemy. His heart started pounding harder and harder as the battle commenced, he had not faced an enemy of this caliber yet without the aid of the force. He wondered if he truly could... if he had the skills to fight an enemy of that caliber, of that power without the power of the darkside... He needed to believe he could, and with a slight adjustment in his footwork he narrowed his eyes and focused on his charging enemy. His enemy was charging straight forward, a direct line between them gradually and faster by the sprint, the fallen king calculated in his mind where exactly the collision of two bodies would be met and when would be the precise moment to strike... he did not move... not an inch, he did not reach for another arrow but instead used the bow to measure the frame and body of his oncoming enemy using the built in target recognition system in the bow. He would move with the flow of combat... he knew he would not have power to dictate it, so he decided to counter every move with one of his own. The question of weather or not he could was not one he could afford to ask himself at the moment.

The enemy pounced aiming a high knee, Mythos moved forward while reaching for his songsteel lightsaber. When his enemy moved to grab at his wrist Mythos was willing to take the knee to the face in exchange for a massive Juyo style double sweep of his black core lightsaber, ignited, to the center mass of his opponents body. When in battle, he aimed to kill, Mythos' strategy since the begining of his training was to trade blows like a juggernaut if he knew he could get the better of the exchange. What would follow was a flurry of strikes, in close and dropping the bow in the style of Juyo, the style he perfected and mastered in his time as a Knight and a Master. His size made his movements more powerful, but the lack of the force and the limbs that were no longer slim, made it a tad slower and more brutish but no less trained and rehearsed to perfection. Mythos was willing to take the strikes with open palm... if it meant returning a lightsaber blade to center mass.
@Jericho

 

[Jericho]

The great beast fought like a berserker taking the knee square to the face but held his ground as if the blow didnt even phase him. Rather than dodging he took the hit so he could dish out his own. Jericho was familiar with this tactic, we'll for him it was a tactic for others it was a way of fighting either way how one sees it. Jericho was familiar with it. Whenever jericho easy in the mood to rile himself up that was the way he enjoyed to fight. To take a hit to dish out even more. But facing this foe it would not be beast vs beast more beast vs serpent. BeIng this close it would be foolhardy to use his weapon offensively or at all. Instead he placed one hand on the beasts shoulder and he focused the force energy to one spot his other palm to stop the saber. It was able to keep him from the killing blow but as the man counter and launched the flurry of blows Jericho was sliced on the cheek and tricep. The warrior retorted to his by keepong close and again aim for his wrist of his saber hand then Aimed a headbutt to continue to disorient his foe.

(Forgive the shoddy post on phone and refreshed on my self twice.

 

[Mythos]

(U no tag me bro! I saw it now! )


The warriors moved quickly and with techniques similar to the Jar'Kai but much more refined and skilled than even the best of his men. Mythos did not expect the force to act in such close quarters, it distorted his slashes yet Mythos saw he was still able to land a blow. The blood that flowed from his nose started freezing up instantly in Midvinters freezing conditions. Mythos smiled, the battle was just begining and he finally had an opponent of merit and skill in which to satisfy his desire for combat and violence. Mythos took one step back, opening his stance to a more balanced one while still in the movements of Juyo meaning constant aggression at all times. His opponent disoriented him with the force blast a close range yet Mythos, familiar with the eve and weave of the force did his best to continue the stride in which his body was swung, while his opponent controlled his main lightsaber blade and leaped with one leg first and spun rapidly to meet the headbutt with a roundhouse flying kick.

Mythos might have been larger and more brutish but he moved fast for a bulky man. While in mid air, he used his free hand to draw his second lightsaber, a short, songsteel lightsaber with a purified stygium crystal that made the blade white and more difficult for both Mythos and his opponents to track in the white fields of snow that was Midvinter. Mythos was clad in his armor, a simple yet robust leather and durasteel armor with spikes and blades in several ends including his knees.

"You want battle!? You have come to the right place warrior!"

@Jericho