TotG:Kezeroth the Hateful VS. Malik Rodarch!

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Demonsgate.​

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A world of fire, flame, and death. The planet was known as a world of constant volcanic activity, massive erupting flows of lava and huge spurts of magma were not an uncommon sight upon this world. Its polar region were naught but massive volcanic fields that stretched for miles and miles. Black rock etched with red rivers went on as far as the eye could see. Danger and death lurked around every corner, and it was here that the first leg of the tournament began.​

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The Tournament of the Gods, the Opening of Moross space. Twenty Four people had been rotted from hundreds of thousands, each one exceptional in some way, each one chosen to provide entertainment for the masses.​

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The God of Moross had created this tournament to turn the eyes upon their people, to show the galaxy what Moross had to offer, both through the beauty of its worlds, and the eccentricity of its Tournament. These battles were composed of everything, from deathly bouts in fields of lava, to the sands of a billion credit Arena. The Tournament of the Gods would be broadcasted to every home in the galaxy, and would be seen by all.​

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The First world was Demonsgate, the unrelenting Hell Hole of a planet so coveted for its ores.​

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It was here, in the northern volcanic fields that the twenty four contestants had been transported in pairs. Camera Drones hovered around them as they slowly gained their footing, and the match began.​

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[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] VS. [member="Malik Rodarch"]!​

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K00UgjtZk7M


Demonsgate. A Hell-Hole similar to Mustafar. Watching the Arid Waste land from a top point, taking a knee the Gen'Dai then took in his surroundings. Dry, Hot and Lava Rives Here at there, A Dangerous Enviorment indeed he thought. The sound of his Large Cloak behind him could be heard fluttering, It seemed there was a slight Hot Breeze. A smile went across his face as he rose to his 8'5ft of height. He wore Little armor, He did not need much after all he was mutated with a armor. It did not provide much protection but it was numbing to pain. A Warriors harness covered his giant chest and a belt that held his Standard Curved Lightsaber , a Combat Blade located on his right thigh , Faithful Blade located behind his cloak on his hip area & his Dark GreatSaber. A new Weapon he had personally forged to best fit his Rampaging attacks, He kept it on the opposite side of his belt for quick access. Holding his Light-Pike in hand Kezeroth could feel the beating hearts of nearby Opponents, They were Far and spread out. Some where fighting? Or maybe they were afraid of the landscape. He could not tell which it was nor could he pinpoint an exact location. Now sliding his Light-Pike to a Strap on his back the Gen'Dai crouched and gave a leap to another high point. Sliding Across the ground he let out a grunt and Released a Force-Scream, Though it sounded more like a roar it was a taunt. His Sulfuric colored eyes held a Hate that burned and could not be held for much longer. A Bloodlust could be felt by those nearby, It was as if an Wild Beast of Nature was out and ready for the Hunt. A Hunt that would bring only Destruction and Chaos.

Pacing back and forth he waited and Roared now and then to called those who would dared attack him. Kezeroth kept his mind in a pattern of hateful thoughts making his Tempter heated. As Time Past he started to remember his past but kept it as bay in his mind. Even he knew those memories were to be saved for the battles. Looking out across the aric Landscape the Gen'Dai made a Fist and Spoke aloud " I Am the Chosen Host of the Darkside... I am raw Power.." Spoken like a fanatic would repeat a Prayer to a God. This was Kezeroths Code and Prayer.




Equipment:

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x1 Dark GreatSaber , 1x Light-Pike, 1x Curved Lightsaber, 1x Mohc 'Dauntless Blade , 1x Faithfuls Blade & 1x Wardens Cloak

General Appearance:

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[Malik Rodarch]

The betting called him the favourite.

Malik Rodarch had to assume that the bookie was drunk off his ass when he made that decision because on paper, it looked dire. Giant immortal species and a Force user to boot against the human mercenary? Maybe the bookie wasn't drunk, maybe he was a raging glit-biter, probably cutting his lines on top of the very betting slips which bore their names. Or hey, maybe somebody has faith in you yet, Rodarch.

Back to basics.

No fancy custom-made fare here. Maybe he came from a different time, a different place where what mattered was your prowess rather than your equipment. Green and white painted armour fashioned from durasteel encased him, helmet included. Slung across his back was the old trusty 8-Gauge. Big Rhonda. Old technology. No enchantments here, sorry Sandal. Upon his fists were a pair of stun gauntlets with the added bonus of glove spikes, had to add that extra bite.

Well, speaking of bite.

When he stepped out onto the arid wasteland of Demonsgate he was not alone. The mascot of Clan Rodarch. The fierce Asharl Panther, and so by his side padded the four legged beast.

He observed the roaring creature, self-proclaimed chosen host of the darkside, apparent host of power. Stepping into the field of view he looked to the large feline that stalked alongside him.

“Whadd'ya think, Mullet?” the man asked his companion, crouching down the scratch the underside of the creature's chin, “he scare ya?”

Mullet responded, as confident as an over-sized cat could be:

ZAAAAARR!!!

[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

In his heated tempter Kezeroth knocked some rocks over, he was not having a nice day in till he heard another roar return back to him in the distance. Kezeroth slowly stood up and drew his Light-Pike from his back. The Gen'Dai looked at the sounds start point in a haste, his head turn almost as soon as the sound was over. Eyes scanning quickly he saw his challenger, Humanoid in apperance Kezeroth could only guess Human and he was not alone he had a Large Cat. It looked odd but to Kezeroth the beast did not pose a threat neither did the human. He was hoping for more.. The Voices in his head told him to beware everything though. Speaking aloud to himself the Gen'Dai said " I do not need your help, He is mine!" Only he soon answer himself in split second " We will be Watching Closely Dark One, We will take over if you fail!" Things were getting weird over in Gen'Dai land. Multipule Split personality's by the looks of it, not good.

Kezeroth looked out to Arid Wastelands and slowly stepped off from his high point, sliding down the slight slope he stopped when he reached the bottom and ignited the blade of his Light-Pike. Looking at his Challenger on Even Level on land now the Gen'Dai smiled and chuckled at his opponent.

-This is a Joke...- He thought as he examined the man [member="Malik Rodarch"] in front of him couple meters away. It was a Stare down from the looks of it. This could of gone forever, but the Gen'Dais Tempter was SHort Fuse.. His Musclely face showed Fustration and with a Sudden half step He Realesed another Roar. A Slight Bubble the Size of his body flashed as he did, The Dust in the Air didnt even touch his skin now. A Force Barrier was the best bet. Kezeroth focuses on his Target and like a Angry Bull Began a Strong Charge Straight for [member="Malik Rodarch"].

With his Light-Pike Aimmed Forward and when close enough for Light-Pike Range, Kezeroth would first swing the Weapon at the man, then dragging it to the Large Cat. Both of their Reactions were wanted for the large Gen'Dai, he enjoyed watching reactions on his initial swing . First swing was a mock it posed no danger unless they target walked forward, Once back in Kezeroths Hands he would Lunge the Pike at [member="Malik Rodarch"] Chest area.


((OOC: Actions Preformed: Force Barrier-> Charge-> Mock swing first-> Then Lunge.))

 

[Malik Rodarch]

If one assumed that Malik and Mullet remained completely static, while Kezeroth the Slightly Hideous took his time hearing the panther, speaking to himself and finally approaching, then one would be very wrong. I know, the burly Mandalorian scratching the chin of his companion was most certainly an adorable Kodak'ika moment for the ages but in a combat tournament one couldn't stand frozen in time while their opponent grappled with multiple personalities and went hill sliding.

The moment that Rodarch spotted his opponent avalanching down the slope, he gave a curt nod to his panther and a small whistle. Instantly the beast stalked leapt away, removing itself from the scene for the time being, leaving just Malik and the monster to face one another.

While he postured and roared some more Malik shifted his weight onto the balls of his feet and quietly flicked the switch for his gauntlets, gloves becoming consumed in a wicked electrical glow.

On your toes, lad.

It charged, finally and the Mandalorian stood his ground, bobbing slightly on his feet. Taking no chances, Malik did react to the false swing, immediately double stepping it backwards as to avoid getting bisected. There was a slight grunt of annoyance upon realising he'd fallen for the feint but it at least gave him more distance to react to the follow up attack. The beast lunged forward, large light-pike seeking instant impalement and a very short end to the duel.

As if caught in a game of common fisticuffs Rodarch engaged in the time honoured tactic of the side step, moving a step to the left as the cumbersome weapon surged forth. This was his opening and he dashed forward to close the gap, once there bringing down a single stunning hammer fist at the creature's armed hand.

[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

It was Dangerous getting that close to Kezeroth, The Light-Pike was indeed a Skilled Persons weapon but this man had guts for coming that close. Watching the Mandalorian Kezeroth smiled as the Fisted Gauntlet Met his Force Barrier made earlier. Some Electricity had gotten through to Kezeroth but it was barely Noticeable on his part. Taking one Step forward Kezeroth extended one arm at [member="Malik Rodarch"] in an attempt to Grab one of his Limbs and Throw him a Great Distance with the inherited Strength his Species possessed naturally. Roaring at the Mandalorian Kezeroth shouted out " You Maggot!"

 

[Malik Rodarch]

While it was very true that getting this close to the massive Gen'Dai was very hazardous to one's health it was currently much preferred to being at light-pike length. His fist slammed down upon the hand of the beast but didn't cause much impact, never mind the disarm he was going for.

He was grabbed. Mentally he braced himself for hurt, perhaps even a dented helmet and a new concussion to add to the collection but perhaps to his later relief Malik found himself soaring through the air like a majestic armoured eagle. Well, until he crashed into the ground, durasteel making for a heavy landing, paving a Mandalorian sized path through the heated dirt.

He was rattled, slightly offended at being called a maggot but otherwise emotionally and physically fine.

Getting back up to his feet, Rodarch wiped at the grime that now adorned his chest plate and smiled to himself. This was going to be one hell of a bumpy ride. “Come on, you shaved Wookiee, come and get a second helping,” he announced, once more raising those stunning fists up to his face.

[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Watching the Man fly through the air, Kezeroth Quickly deactivated his Light-Pike, putting it in a strap to be hooked on his back under his cloak and drew his Dark GreatSaber . The Hilt of the Lightclub in his hand the Gen'Dai Dashed Forward enhanced by the Force to meet [member="Malik Rodarch"] once more and just in time for the Mandalorian to get in FIghting Stance. His Opponet was in for a Suprise, Turning his body to the Right Kezeroth Pivoted once roughly 2m in Range and Spun Activating the GreatSaber's 3m Blade in a Sweep toward [member="Malik Rodarch"]. The Lava Color Blade emitted a deeper sound than a standard Lightsaber and was thick. The Blade slightly Longer than the Gen'Dai, Starring at the Mandalorian Kezeroth only gave out a Roar during his motions.

[member="Malik Rodarch"]

 

[Malik Rodarch]

If he had time to think Malik might have remarked why a creature so large and imposing wanted to stay at such a length and keep that distance between them. After all, his opponent was a nigh unkillable Sith and he was but a man with the equivalent to live and angry toasters strapped to his hands (okay, slightly more technical than that).

However, he didn't have time to think, only to react.

The massive blade swung round as the Mandalorian dropped into a crouch as he was almost decapitated. A fragment of helmet, sliced off the top landed upon the ground at his feet and suddenly Malik was very glad that he had worn his brown pants to the tournament. Just a mite slower and it would have been his brain getting cleaved through instead.

As his opponent continued the rest of his spin, Malik grabbed the shotgun that was slung over his shoulder, flicked off the safety and leapt towards the beast. The trigger was pulled, unleashing a hell storm of armour-piercing pellets in the direction of the beast's chest.

[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

A Glancing blow by the looks, A squint from the Gen'Dais Eye followed the piece of Armor that fell, not what Kezeroth wnated. By the time Kezeroth FInished his spin the Mandalorian had successfully reacted. The Gen'Dais Chest looked like Meatloaf that had been cut in couple places, Flesh hanging off like Ribbons. Most of the Pellets wounds exited his body allowing [member="Malik Rodarch"] to see some holes in Kezeroths Cloak. Though the Gen'Dai Species did not have a Heart or Lungs, that was worst than a Lightsaber Impalement. Kezeroths eyes went wide as his nervous system sent the message of pain to his brain. Believing that Pain should be used the Gen'Dai realesed a Force Scream in close Proximity.

A Scream that could be summed up to eardrum busting for most, The Protects that [member="Malik Rodarch"] had on his head escaped the Gen'Dais mind. Pain was All Kezeroth Knew, Reckless Abandon was his Fighting style. Thinking on the Pain caused Kezeroth called on the Darkside to Augment his strength. His Philosophy was Pain Taken in was Pain Given back and his Methods were brutal.

As the soothing Healing Effects of his body took over Kezeroth Moved forward taking one hand off his Dark GreatSaber, Stepping forward He Lashed out to attempting to Give [member="Malik Rodarch"] a Strong Swift Backhand aimed downward to ensure that the Mandalorian would not fly far.

" Your So Weak!" he shouted, All his comments in an attempt to upset his opponent or break him

 

[Malik Rodarch]

Beneath the ruined helmet Malik scowled as the direct hit did nothing more than punch a few nasty holes through the creature's chest. Why scowl? That's normally a good thing? Usually you win after nutting somebody in the chest with a shotgun, no? No. Not when you're in battle with a near-immortal creature, a creature who was now somewhere between annoyed and disgruntled.

His broken helmet didn't protect him fully from the Force screen and Rodarch flinched upon receiving such an assault upon the the ears. He regrouped after being stunned just in time to by gifted a monstrous backhand to the chops, rattling, no actively denting the durasteel plate that protected his face. The blow forced him down to the ground and the beast took the opportunity to let off some verbal steam.

“Yeah?” he grunted, looking upwards. The shotgun, still in his hand found itself pointed at the creature's right leg and he would have shot immediately were it not for the chance to make a quip:

“Well, at least I'm handsome.”

He pulled the trigger.

That wasn't it however. Did you remember Mullet? The fierce asharl panther that was sent away at the beginning of the battle with a small whistle? Well, now you do. Mullet was a clever beast, having pulled Malik out of more than one sticky situation in his life time. Circle around and attack from the back.

So while Malik Rodarch may have been wasting his time making holovid clips, the powerful feline began to silently pad in from behind.

[member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Playing with his Prey most called it, the Gen'Dai was cocky. He had been in worse situations and this match up was so far in his mind was a slaughter. He was not entirely focused nor worried about the Mandalorian [member="Malik Rodarch"]. Kezeroth made an example out of the Mandalorian sure but that was it really. His mind corrupt and twisted whispered to end this all. His past flashed in his mind, the charring strikes of a Saber through his body as a young Gen'Dai pained his mind. He was not wrongly titled Hateful for no Reason he was truly Hateful. His Sensory acuity he cursed and loved, Living in Consistent state of discomfort made him who he was and aware of the things around him. Nerve Clusters and Muscle was his species made of and it held a great deal of Advantages for a Price that came at a Later time.

Looking down Kezeroth walked forward and stumbled slightly as the 2nd shot weakened his leg, forcing him into a Limb. A snort grunt and some spit exited his mouth and Kezeroth Pressed forward like the Juggernaut he was. Looking down at [member="Malik Rodarch"] Kezeroth chuckled .

" No More Games..." he Growled

Kezeroths body puffed out as if he had taken a deep breath of air. He Gaze was serious and his mind set on the pain. It was Always the pain.. Till finally his Tempter boiled over and his Sulfuric colored eyes erupted in a Glow of Blood Red. A physical Darkside Manifestation of Force Rage. With his Jaw Stern and now in a Haste the Monster Slowly found himself in the Transition from a Limb to a Walk. His Use of Rage always brought him focus, an intense focus. His Sensory Acuity was already Great but now? Some would consider it to be amazing.

In a Akward dash but Fast Dash Kezeroth Threw out a Arm to Grab [member="Malik Rodarch"] once more, If sucessful he would avoid the Shotgun but Grab Holding it away and Shake him about for a Dislocation effect / Dizziness while continuing to Crush the Mandalorians arm in his grip.