The Malachor Tournament: Acolytes

[Maleus]

Maleus did not seek affirmation about Rafeesh's allegiance by how he spoke, rather, it was how he acted. He grinned as he saw him genuflect to the floor. Then rage came over him. The light-saber which he held in his grasp was revealing, he didn't trust them.. It seemed his inhibitions would rule this day, much like Maleus he would not back-down... Or perhaps he did this out of fear?
No matter.
His gloved palm motioned upwards, his fingers slowly collapsed against themselves as he made a fist. He attempted to call on invisible incisors to grip Rafeesh's trachea. If he was caught in his grasp the force of the grip would change, no longer would it be used to strangle, he meant to crush his neck from where he stood. With his other hand he angled the tip of his light-saber towards his brother. "I WILL ERASE THE REMNANTS OF TREACHERY FROM YOUR CARCASSES!"
[member="Dovian"]
[member="Rafeesh"]

 

[EvolutionMe]

Dovian saw his opportunity ignite before his dark, malicious eyes. A dim yellow glow resonated from their interior, granted the young Zabrak a destructive glow to his every action.

His blooded coated skin quickly adjusted its placing as his hand tightened around the handle of his red, omnibus blade of energy. A spark of hatred bubbled within the vote of his body as his body darted forwards, his right hand pulling backwards as his light saber prepared to go in for a clear stab.

A quick pulse of regret flooded the boy's skull as his opponent stood before himself. [member="Maleus"] was helping him. They were brothers after all, however, [member="Rafeesh"] needed to pass. Dovian was prepared to go all out to win. After all, it was kill or be killed.

Upon performing the first singular attack, Dovian would then commence to hack n' slash away at his opponent. A cold breeze drifting through what remained of his tattered clothes.