The Malachor Tournament: Acolytes

[Garza]

I smiled as the three that I had fired at reacted in kind. One threw up a wall of what was on the ground. Telekinesis, a power that most knew, but it told me that he was a more powerful one to deal with. The cyborg avoided the shot, Saying that I was wrong to bring a blaster to a lightsaber fight. I shook my head as I let the rifle drop. As the rifle was on a sling, it simply fell to my side and swayed up against my body as I drew out the F-10. All the while, I felt a pull of the force.

I smiled as All I did was scoot closer to him, however I was not thrown. As much as it was nice to pull at me, I knew much more about Telekinesis,Using it to pull down on my body and prohibit my sliding. I moved closer by a good meter, but still not close enough for a lightsaber strike. pulling up the Scattershot, which had a range of about 15 meters. Which was just the right distance for them, well maybe not.

I pulled the trigger with the recoil slamming home into the pit of my shoulder, letting the Slugthrower fire solid projectiles. Each having about 12 balls in each shot. it would be very hard to avoid, or defend against such a weapon. As low force potential that all of us had, I doubt that they could stop all of the projectiles with the force, and surely they would be not stupid enough to block it with their lightsaber. I pulled back on the slide and fired a second, and third shot to each of them respectively.

Speaking to all three of them in General, "I have more than just a blaster rifle Cyborg." As I knew that during that time, they could attack me, my left hand rose up and quickly a pillar about a foot in diameter and two meters high to protect myself should they strike out at me. oh I was ready for them. More than they knew.

| [member="Dovian"] | [member="Rafeesh"] | [member="Maleus"] |

Link to weapon I am using against you three - F-10 Enforcer.


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[Maleus]

With rage as intense as Hoth, and as hot as Korriban Maleus became unhinged. The ancient art of manipulating one's inner rage to enhance their physical capabilities was a well guarded secret. As it's manifestation often could turn one insane. But for those who had mastered them.... They would become monsters on the battle-field. Nick's casting of his weapon did not go unnoticed, nor would he stand there to get shot. For as soon as he did this, he was on the move.

The scourge of wrath powered his movements, made him stronger, faster... Saplings of energy drifted from his frame, the likes of which cast a veil of entropy over the combatants. A prismatic aura of crimson illuminated the dreary arena, without quarter he would relinquish the hold on his first saber and commence to throw it in line with Nicks persona.
Nickolas Imura
As it flew upon it's masters trajectory, the second saber which was held fast via the metallic strips on his waist guard were willed into his hand.
The shotguns blast radius did little when he was up and about, away from the epicenter of the shot directed towards Dovian and Rafeesh.
@Dovain
[member="Rafeesh"]

 

[EvolutionMe]

A malicious look rested upon the young male's face as his dim, yellow eyes slowly followed Maleus' own movements. Rather than simply entering a string of movements and complex attacks, Dovian's approach was simple and blunt.

His entire body shot upwards as the force inhabited his feet. His cloak flew aimlessly in the sky as it's dark, rusty hue radiated a sense of pure demonic entities. His movements took him to the far left of the inital radius of the shot. He was now positioned about 20m to the left of Nickolas himself. If he hadn't moved at the exact moment Nickolas had prepared to ready his very own weapon, the results could have been fatal.

With that being said, Dovian allowed his dark grip upon his reflective lightsaber to tighten as he forced a pulse of energy through it's district charges. Within seconds, the weapon was filled with a melodramatic energy that seemingly took control of the weapon as a whole, causing it to leave Dovian's hand and whizz forwards in a dramatic arc. It's target was [member="Nickolas Imura"] and it was aimed straight for the male's central region.

Dovian's right arm quickly pushed outwards, grasping control of the lightsabers movement while his left arm moved forwards as well. Within seconds, it quickly sent out a stream of force which wrapped itself around the lightsaber in unison with his right hand, allowing the deadly blade of death to twirl around in an extreme manner, causing pulses of crimson energy to waver around it's central rotational area. It's speed amazing and it's accuracy precise.

[member="Maleus"]
[member="Rafeesh"]

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh watched as the enemy was brought forward, then he fired three rounds of scatter shots. Rafeesh knew that such shot was impossible to deflect. Difficult to stop, far beyond his abilities to stop all of them at least. Rafeesh wasn't quite concentrated enough yet to be able to Force a barrier into position. He would have to dodge.

Rafeesh jumped to the side, using what he had learned of the Force to leap to the right faster than he could normally. Even as relief flowed through his body as he was safe, Rafeesh felt the sting of shot hitting him. It struck his left arm. It didn't debilitate it, but it did sting like hell. The little projectiles that had struck, probably two to four, were embedded in his flesh. There were small holes in his robe where the balls had penetrated the cloth. The wound would need to be tended to before too long. The cloth that had been pushed into the wounds by the shot would need to be extracted to avoid infection. Even a small shred of the cloth could lead to a deadly rotting, if not treated.

Rafeesh moved his wounded arm, making sure it still worked. It responded quickly, yet painfully to his mind's commands. He pulled his double bladed lightsaber forward in front of him. He was 5 meters away from his target. He watched, with slight awe, as [member="Dovian"] and [member="Maleus"] worked in an apparent synchronization that would take much longer for him to develop. The power the two were exhibiting was most amazing, however Rafeesh would not let himself be caught off-guard by it. The strength wielded by one did not make another weak. Rafeesh knew he was powerful, just not honed yet. Those years had made his sharp capabilities rust in their disuse. Maybe this battle would help him restore strength and show those with whom he worked how strong he was.

Rafeesh moved his left hand forward. He used the Force to try and lightly crush the throat of [member="Nickolas Imura"] . Not enough to kill, but to just slow the flow of oxygen to the lungs. Rafeesh was only seeing if it would work, or if he would have to increase his attention to actually affect his enemy.

 

[Garza]

There was a thing called Battle Precognition. A little flash of what may happen with the outcome of an attack, seeing myself get chopped in half by twin thrown lightsabers was not good. but regardless I smiled as I was launched almost 10 meters into the air above the three of them. Once again using Geomancy to thrust myself up into the air, an act that took alot of practice and skill to complete, I smiled as the lightsabers would strike at the two pillars that were side by side, and the second one would be crushed suddenly as I could see the Cyborg's ([member="Rafeesh"] ) hand out as though he was going to choke me. However, Force choke was not quite like Force Lightning, It didn't follow the opponent they went. The attack jut went for the first crush-able thing within the path set by the hand.

I fired one shot at the Zabrak who seemed to be younger than myself, and at the Cyborg. Too my side I could see the Second Zabrak pulling what looked to be another weapon to his side. Too bad he couldn't use it now, as I reached out with the force around the Cylinder, and crushed down with the force. A move that I was taught by my master, And one that I loved to Preform on those who had less weapons than myself.

And here I began my decent back to the ground, Waiting for more attacks that would be surely sent my way. I mean, unless they felt it necessary that they should wait for me to strike the ground.

[member="Dovian"], [member="Maleus"]

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[EvolutionMe]

Smiled gently as he quickly altered the direction of his crimson blade, allowing it to return to his possession within seconds. Upon doing so, the young male quickly moved onwards, allowing the force to control his feet as he dodge the initial attack. He then allowed his hands to shoot out once more, optimal control surrounding his finger tips. His hands twitched slightly as he once again utilized the force to reach out and grab Nickolas' gun, causing a slight gap in time. His next action was simple, he performed a crushing motion with his hands, causing the gun to slowly crumble inwards upon itself. He was truly, fully employing the use of the force at this current moment in time. His main aim was to give [member="Maleus"] the striking opportunity while Dovian held him off.

Along with all of this, [member="Nickolas Imura"] was still in the air. Something that would only benefit the three Zabraks, considering he was now in a vulnerable position. Hopefully [member="Rafeesh"] would also be able to aid Maleus in their efforts.

 

[Maleus]

To the Jedi and Sith mobility was everything. You had to be able to move in order to fight, to evade. It was such a essential component, so much so that it was battered into the fabric of everything they did. But now, Nick had his made his mistake, having been forced into the air, he had made himself vulnerable. His mobility was severely hindered. With that being said, both of Maleus's weapons were seemingly disintegrated out of nowhere.
It mattered little, in his rage his telekinetic prowess was amplified. Reaching out one of his hands he would call upon the force, an invisible manifestation reached for his opponents neck. He was intent on seizing his throat and cutting the air that was provided to his brain. Obsidian energy coalesced through his body, a sort of tangible vibrancy was exuded. That of power, that of rage....
[member="Dovian"]

Nickolas Imura
[member="Rafeesh"]

 

[JadeShadow]

The firing of a blaster was unexpected, even when Revara was prepared for an ambush. She dived out of the way at the last second, crashing to ground. She scrambled to her feet and drew out her lightsaber, ready in case the ranged attack continued. She was going to wait to see how the following fight progressed, resisting the urge to jump into the fray and try to take down her attacker. That would most likely have gotten her killed. Revara instead focused on her surroundings intently. Until she was positive of what she was up against, she was staying on the defensive. She was good at finding the solution with low risk and great reward, it just took some patience to see it.

[member="Dovian"]

 

[Garza]

"Feth."

The single word I got out before by shotgun started to crumble in my hands. I knew it was one of the Zabrak who was doing it, and seeing as how by keeping it would only hinder me, I let it drop as with my left hand I drew my double bladed lightsaber. however only one was activated as I used the force to propel myself straight down. The thing about being in the air, is yes you could be open to attacks, but you got a whole view in which you could use to your advantage. However, I could feel the grip of the force around my throat. I had to move now. my spare hand lashed out at the Zabrak that was clearly filled with rage as ONLY ONE of his lightsabers were broken. And quickly without a though, I Crushed down on his chest.

Even if he could choke me and make me possibly die, it would take time, and time that I had against him. While a a crushed chest could cause extreme pain, as well if a rib snapped just right and it could rupture organs. while I could fight for a good half a minute under the pressure given to my neck. As well to the fact, that I had a very high tolerance to pain. Either he lets go and lives, or he continues and he dies from heart failure.

While yes I was on the ground now, Fighting for my life, I was too far away from a simple run and strike still. As I had merely gone straight up and straight back down. Only difference now was that I knew the capabilities of these three men who I was facing. Much more so to know that they excelled in Telekinesis, and their counterparts of the force, and some possible blade work, Where I may have superior Force powers, and mediocre blade work.

[member="Maleus"], [member="Revara Serebis"], [member="Dovian"]

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh deflected the shot aimed at him. Beholding the use of Force in ways he could not, yet. The enemy looked as if he were using a Force capability, his focus had shifted to [member="Maleus"] . Rafeesh could think of the destruction that he could have cause, many years ago. He could have wiped the floor with his enemies, destroying them and assuring their destiny. He could have removed all threats, and obliterated the landscape around them. But now he was weak, unable to defeat this man with only a single movement of Rafeesh's wrist. He would have to fight hard, show no chances. Simply force his will upon the man.

With that thought running through his mind, Rafeesh attempted another Force Crush, except this time directly on the throat. He would aim for only the throat and crush it as much as possible. That would hopefully assist the choke of his ally, and defeat this enemy quickly and easily. He would not let the man try to escape. Mercy was weak, that was for the Jedi. He had been Jedi, he had known mercy, he had given mercy. But that was weak. He had been weak as a Jedi, now he was strong. Even now as a new Sith he was stronger and more determined than ever as a Jedi.

[member="Nickolas Imura"]
[member="Dovian"]

 

[Maleus]

His opponent sought to alleviate his hold. And while perhaps he may have had time to move to save his skin, it only hastened his end. As movement consumed more oxygen when one used their muscles for any sort of task.

His opponent sought to crush his entire chest cavity. Sadly Maleus's target was less tolerant to pressure than Nick's was. For instance in order to break a single rib bone, he would have to extend one hundred and fifty pounds per square inch. Such things were possible in regards to the force but Nick's wind-pipe however needed only eleven pounds of pressure in order for it to cave in on itself.

The pain Maleus encountered would be funneled into his animated rage which he leased to increase his hold in regards to the choke.


Nickolas Imura
[member="Rafeesh"]
[member="Dovian"]

 

[Dalansa]

She had dodged. Interesting. But she still wouldn't move. Dalansa sighed, adjusted her aim, and fired again at [member="Revara Serebis"]. She had only one shot left in the power pack. She hoped to hit. The holdout was horrible at this range, but she could hit. Barely.

 

[EvolutionMe]

Dovian allowed a malicious smile to manifest upon his crimson, devious face. Within seconds, his right hand shot outwards as he allowed a dark, tingle of energy to circulate his indexes. With seconds, a tight pulse of the force was sent onwards as he too, entered a similar motion to both [member="Maleus"] and [member="Rafeesh"] had just so previously demonstrated and were still demonstrating.

A pulse of energy wrapped itself around Nickolas' neck as he too, began to constrict the available air circulating through the males' body. It was simply the way it had to be done. It was simply the way onwards.

[member="Nickolas Imura"]

 

[Garza]

And now I was standing there. Being choked to death by three people. I held no fear as I had dealt with this type of punishment before. There was one thing that I didn't need with the force right now. Seeing as how I would have to take them out one at a time. clearly they have not remembered of my blaster rifle. And seeing as how two of them did not have lightsabers on and ready, I smiled.

With my right hand I reached out to the three of them. All at once. I pushed ever so softly with the force, and any clothing they had, would suddenly burst into flame. As much as normal flames could be easily put out, these were not. They were created by the force, and as such, as long as a trickled energy into the sparks that set their clothes on fire, They would continue to burn. Sure, if there was a pool of water around, and they stayed in it forever while they were around me, then yes they could end it, but as there was no water.

With either them letting go and dealing with their clothes, and a horace voice, or grumbling through the sounds of choking I spoke, "Let me go, and I will stop burning your asses." And the cyborg could not get away from this either. Even he wore robes, and if the fires continued to burn, the heated metal on his skin would literally burn him even after my fires could possibly be out. "Fight me one on one, or we start here again."

[member="Dovian"], [member="Maleus"], [member="Rafeesh"], [member="Darth Ferus"]

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[Maleus]

Unfortunately yet again the Acolyte known as Nickolas moved to save his life. Ethereal dots of fire coalesced at different parts of his clothing. The heat was sustained by the force, it took focus to accomplish this task between three individuals. It also required air that he did not have. This is the opportunity he had been waiting for. From within the organic wall of Nickolas wind-pipe, he'd focus. Except, this was no mere choke, no, he sought out to obliterate his wind pipe.

He was fool, kill the conduit, and the force that rivals against you is diminished. It would be quite simple really, for his focus was already centered on his neck. It was situated directly on him. And due to the fact that he was unable to draw breath for so long, and resist so fruitlessly. He would only hasten his end...

His marred body had tasted the unbridled fire of Taris. He was use to heat, to pain... But he suspected he would not have to bear it's wrath if it's conjurer had departed from the Earth. "DIE!"
There would be no fighting on his terms.


Nickolas Imura
[member="Dovian"]
[member="Rafeesh"]

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh felt the burning of his clothes, it was painful and would damage his body if it continued. This made him want to finish the fight all the more quickly. Instead of moving out of the flames or trying to halt their burning advance, he focused solely on crushing his opponents neck. For if his enemy died, then so would the flames that burned.

Rafeesh would likely have scars from the fire, but they would be tokens for memory and give him something to harken back to. He could call back to this time when he had two allies and smashed their opponent.

 

[EvolutionMe]

Dovian allowed his left hand to quickly shoot upwards in a vertical motion. His wrist spiralled gently as his right hand remained upon its target, the force itself wrapped around Nickolas' neck. The fires of Tartarus itself burnt around Dovian's central position as his clothes drifted out of control, causing a savage-like aura to dwindle around the male's body.

He flicked upwards once allowing the air around his body to rupture gently.

Within seconds, his clothes began to tear off violently as a streak of energy pulled them upwards with a sharp velocity. He may have been left within an embarrassed state, however, taking care and not receiving any burns that could potentially ruin his chances at victory seemed like the right option.

With that being said, Dovian flung his clothes to the side, his dark, crimson skin vivid through the scenes of combat, his body only protected with his undergarments. A dark brown vest, a set of thin linen trousers and some socks.

A dark smile appeared on the young mans face. 'It was about time this fool died' he thought to himself as his actions continued.

[member="Maleus"]
[member="Rafeesh"]
[member="Nickolas Imura"]

 

[Maleus]

Balled fists caused the supple leather that encompassed his hands to become taut as it fought to keep itself from ripping. His hand combed through the air as he sought to be reunited with his saber. The cylindrical object flew into his his palms with an audible click. Slowly he thumbed his saber, through the pervasive darkness a single shaft of energy rippled through the night. He looked to the others, his brothers....

They were forced to fight like savages. All at the expense of entertainment, they were nothing more than glorified gladiators. Perhaps they were seen as even less because of their ranking. This was nothing more than a game of sport
An abhorrent scream pierced the the air. His cloak flapped ferociously under the ensuing gale that danced among mortals. It's breeze caused his pores to open, goose bumps exploded like grenades under his crimson skin.
He finally came to the realization they were nothing less than play things. They were toys that would not be missed once they were broken...
"Brothers, we are being played... Should we survive.." His voice trailed off...
He'd walk away from his brothers, motioning himself to the center of the arena. As he came to a stop he'd simply pace the floor. Something is coming...
The fire that sought to destroy him diminished into embers as he retracted himself from their midst and hushed the miniature wisps by condensing the matter on his robe to rob it of it's fuel,negating it's burn.
Rafeesh
[member="Dovian"]

 

[Maleus]

Where were the others? Was he so enthralled in his own machinations that he failed to observe the rest of these happenings? It would seem so, for the ground lay riddled with explosions, scorch marks were forever engraved in the tiled arena and the smell of ozone lingered above. This was most unfortunate, it seemed the time had come for the end. Emotion wore on his visage like a cape, regret coiled along his shoulders causing him to shake his head in disdain. Would he be so selfish to strike down his blood brother and friend whom he had known since the beginning of his trials? Honestly, the answers were not known, but he would try to allow them a path-way. "Brothers.... Submit." The saber that rested comfortably in his grip danced with elation as the emitter continued to span the crimson wave that seemed to dominate every other color whilst activated.]
The coursing winds battered his tattered garb he adorned causing the fabric to be sent in either direction. The center of his chest burned with a blueish tint, which was partially obscured by the cascading layers of black. Slowly he shifted his left leg backwards while inching the right forward. He brought his saber hand towards the front of his body. Thus completing the opening stance Makashi demanded. "No matter what happens, at least a Zabrak will have become champion among men... But I urge you to bow before me... And while I know honor dictates our lives, and you'd never do this, do know, I will grant you a most silent, and painless demise..
Maleus was always too arrogant for his own good.]
[member="Dovian"]
[member="Rafeesh"]

 

[Rafeesh]

Rafeesh took a moment before turning around. He had heard [member="Maleus"] muttering to them about being used. Yet he had felt a strange disturbance as Malues turned around. He listened to the arrogance of his 'friend'. Obviously when the time had come his hand would be forced and he would have to strike down his ally. The time had arrived, he had wished it would not, but it was the Sith way. Friend turns on friend, ally on ally, as if they were dogs fighting over meat they had just worked together to collect. This was the weakness of the Sith, even looking around he could see it on the planet. The destruction was Sith, yet that same destruction that showed what Sith were was the same destruction that wasted possible resources.

Rafeesh had a choice: either submit or fight. Submitting was out of the question, death would not claim Rafeesh yet. It had not done so thousands of years ago when it would have been welcome, so it will not now. Yet to openly fight may not be the best path. While it would not be easy, his emotions need to be controlled, for now.... No, that is Jedi, that is weak. He thought to himself. He would not submit, but maybe a facade... Yes. That would do nicely. His mind, while not completely sure of his actions, was set and prepared to go.

Rafeesh continued to hold his lightsaber, it would never leave his hands right now. He fell to one knee, not looking at Maleus or [member="Dovian"] . He didn't speak, for speech would probably give him away. He felt his anger burning, just as he wanted. He remembered his time in Cyro, the years he was out of the galaxy, the years he should have died in. They were painful, and with that pain came the strength and determination of the Sith. Then the defeat at Sabrina, his most humiliating failure. To an enemy he had known and sworn to defeat and yet he had failed again and again. Then the belief by his colleagues that he was weak. (Rafeesh was sure that all those he worked with underestimated his power) The anger and indignation from all these thoughts filled him with the power of the Dark Side. He could sense that his power was drawing other beings. They felt strange and twisted.... and drawn to them. He wondered how long it would be before those strange things he felt would be upon them.

But his mind wandered. Returning to the present, Rafeesh watched the two brothers, wondering how they would react. Neither would be able to sneak on him, the two would be more concerned with each other. Rafeesh was certain, too certain of that.