Darth Vyrassu
Immortal Jen'ari Sith Emperor
ACOLYTES TRAINING DUEL
[member="Ozun Zhil"] and[member="Kyrinov"] stand in the training room, training sabers at the ready.
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Training Duel 2 Private pls
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ACOLYTES TRAINING DUEL
[member="Ozun Zhil"] and[member="Kyrinov"] stand in the training room, training sabers at the ready.
Ozun Zhil
Character
Zhil would open in a neutral opening guard, not in any seeming form. He'd have his eyes closed and binded and his ears covered, so he couldn't hear or see anything. He'd be only using the force to guide him, as the famous force initiate training with a training droid demanded.
[member="Darth Vyrassu"]
[member="Darth Vyrassu"]
Kyrinov
][ A B S O L U T I O N ][
Kyrinov paced on the opposite side of the room, twirling Amnesia through the thin artificial air. The armored portion of his outfit would be lying near the door. He let his breath come easy and made his steps slow as heel struck durasteel and toe followed with the smallest tap.
He cocked his head to the right, to the middle, and then to the left. The man watched as his opponent put on a a blindfold and ear coverings as he readied himself. Interesting tactic, not that it would work for someone of his level. But, he wouldn't stop the man from trying anyway. As he made his observations, he opened himself to the Force.
The Knight inched his hand slowly up Amnesia's leather hilt so that his pale digits were mere centimeters from the razor sharp blade.
His lips curled into a smile that he knew his opponent wouldn't have the displeasure to see. He was ready, hungry for blood since the attack on Cordialis. Amnesia was dry and it made them both uncomfortable. But, now, he had the chance to, perhaps, coat her in blood once more as long as he did not kill the Acolyte in front of him.
That could easily be arranged in a variety of ways.
Kyrinov began to circle Ozun, slowly, steps silent even while he wore boots. His tongue curled out and flicked over his lips in an unhurried lick as he continued to take steady steps. He could, and would, wait.
As he learned while he was still an Acolyte himself,
Time is a chain of its own.
He cocked his head to the right, to the middle, and then to the left. The man watched as his opponent put on a a blindfold and ear coverings as he readied himself. Interesting tactic, not that it would work for someone of his level. But, he wouldn't stop the man from trying anyway. As he made his observations, he opened himself to the Force.
The Knight inched his hand slowly up Amnesia's leather hilt so that his pale digits were mere centimeters from the razor sharp blade.
His lips curled into a smile that he knew his opponent wouldn't have the displeasure to see. He was ready, hungry for blood since the attack on Cordialis. Amnesia was dry and it made them both uncomfortable. But, now, he had the chance to, perhaps, coat her in blood once more as long as he did not kill the Acolyte in front of him.
That could easily be arranged in a variety of ways.
Kyrinov began to circle Ozun, slowly, steps silent even while he wore boots. His tongue curled out and flicked over his lips in an unhurried lick as he continued to take steady steps. He could, and would, wait.
As he learned while he was still an Acolyte himself,
Time is a chain of its own.
[member="Ozun Zhil"] | [member="Darth Vyrassu"]
Ozun Zhil
Character
[member="Kyrinov"] [member="Darth Vyrassu"]
Zhil knew exactly what was coming. In order to be able to outwit the senior Sith, he'd have to completely dodge every single thing that was sent his way, and then find a weakness to exploit.
Zhil would sense his opponent had a very special weapon, namely a custom crafted, cortosis-weaved vibroblade. Absolutely brilliant on the part of Kyrinov. He knew that his training saber would have absolutely nothing on that weapon. Immediately, he would use his newfound mastery of Mechu Deru in order to analyze the weapon.
As he did, he found that the blade had two key weaknesses. One, a shot of electricity to the blade would electrocute the user or blow his hand off, whichever came first. Also, an EMP burst would immediately disable the weapon for a short.
As Kyrinov circled around Zhil, Zhil found his weakness. It was a mistake not to strike immediately. Zhil would send a spread of force shock aimed at Amnesia and the area around it, so it would be very difficult to avoid. It would either electrocute Kyrinov or blow his hands off.
As he did so, Zhil would look around the room for anything capable of delivering an EMP burst. Would he find anything?
Zhil knew exactly what was coming. In order to be able to outwit the senior Sith, he'd have to completely dodge every single thing that was sent his way, and then find a weakness to exploit.
Zhil would sense his opponent had a very special weapon, namely a custom crafted, cortosis-weaved vibroblade. Absolutely brilliant on the part of Kyrinov. He knew that his training saber would have absolutely nothing on that weapon. Immediately, he would use his newfound mastery of Mechu Deru in order to analyze the weapon.
As he did, he found that the blade had two key weaknesses. One, a shot of electricity to the blade would electrocute the user or blow his hand off, whichever came first. Also, an EMP burst would immediately disable the weapon for a short.
As Kyrinov circled around Zhil, Zhil found his weakness. It was a mistake not to strike immediately. Zhil would send a spread of force shock aimed at Amnesia and the area around it, so it would be very difficult to avoid. It would either electrocute Kyrinov or blow his hands off.
As he did so, Zhil would look around the room for anything capable of delivering an EMP burst. Would he find anything?
Kyrinov
][ A B S O L U T I O N ][
Just as he completed a single revolution around the Acolyte and stepped back to his original spot with his left foot already outstretched. He felt the air crackle with energy before he saw the bolt race toward him in a flash of light, heat, and pure electricity. For those few moments, he held his ground, planting his feet formerly on the floor and putting his weight equally on both heels.
The bolt reached him and Amnesia was brought up to meet it head on. The Knight's grip tightened around the hilt, clinging to the palm of his hand. He felt the effects almost immediately, the electricity flowed in him through the blade of his weapon, danced through his fingertips and into his body. It felt hot for a moment and then he twitched as he stood still. He could feel the current bounce to different areas of his body before it faded in what could have only been recognized as a matter of seconds.
The pain he felt was minimal in his books.
And yet, it was enough to ignite the passion inside of him.
His eyes lit up and shone as a sliver color. His body tingled with receding pain and slight numbness. His left hand flexed around Amnesia to ensure that he could move as he needed to. Then, he cautiously resumed his circling. Particularly, he wasn't looking for anything. He was just waiting to see what his opponent would do. He had the luxury of being able to wait and take his time here. He was able to take a step back from initiating an all-out fight and assess the situation to the highest degree possible.
His was the freedom to gauge and scout, to some extent. And so, as he circled, he'd made up his mind to bid his time on this duel. Look over all the possibilities and, perhaps, outcomes.
Think.
Plan.
Wait.
Breathe as Amnesia twirled in slow flourishes in front of and to the left side of his body. It all depended on what Ozun did next.
The bolt reached him and Amnesia was brought up to meet it head on. The Knight's grip tightened around the hilt, clinging to the palm of his hand. He felt the effects almost immediately, the electricity flowed in him through the blade of his weapon, danced through his fingertips and into his body. It felt hot for a moment and then he twitched as he stood still. He could feel the current bounce to different areas of his body before it faded in what could have only been recognized as a matter of seconds.
The pain he felt was minimal in his books.
And yet, it was enough to ignite the passion inside of him.
His eyes lit up and shone as a sliver color. His body tingled with receding pain and slight numbness. His left hand flexed around Amnesia to ensure that he could move as he needed to. Then, he cautiously resumed his circling. Particularly, he wasn't looking for anything. He was just waiting to see what his opponent would do. He had the luxury of being able to wait and take his time here. He was able to take a step back from initiating an all-out fight and assess the situation to the highest degree possible.
His was the freedom to gauge and scout, to some extent. And so, as he circled, he'd made up his mind to bid his time on this duel. Look over all the possibilities and, perhaps, outcomes.
Think.
Plan.
Wait.
Breathe as Amnesia twirled in slow flourishes in front of and to the left side of his body. It all depended on what Ozun did next.
[member="Ozun Zhil"] | [member="Darth Vyrassu"]
Ozun Zhil
Character
[member="Kyrinov"]
Zhil at this point knew he was in a sort of zugzang, namely that he was defeated, as his opponent had every winning strike in his hand. He would not yield, as that would bring the displeasure of the Emperor. He had to find a way to win while staying the longest and hurting Kyrinov the most.
This force shock had not worked. He would just wait to see what he could do, giving Kyrinov the option of engaging or not.
Zhil at this point knew he was in a sort of zugzang, namely that he was defeated, as his opponent had every winning strike in his hand. He would not yield, as that would bring the displeasure of the Emperor. He had to find a way to win while staying the longest and hurting Kyrinov the most.
This force shock had not worked. He would just wait to see what he could do, giving Kyrinov the option of engaging or not.
Kyrinov
][ A B S O L U T I O N ][
'Interesting choice,' he thought as he continued his slow, vulture-like circling.
His opponent was waiting on him now. Not unexpected, but it was a nice change of pace from the normal cut-his-head-off direction of most duels he'd either participated in or watched. It seemed Ozun was content to let him strike first. It was either that or he was trying to pull him into combat was a sort of twisted trap that he'd attempt to make work in his favor.
Either way, Kyrinov was determined that he would win this, one way or another.
Once more, Amnesia twirled in a simple flourish that went behind his back and curled around back to a sort of simple guard. His left foot extended, he dashed forward with the aid of the Force like a lion pouncing on its waiting prey. His breath hitched as he launched and propelled himself steadily forward. Amnesia would be held close to his body in a secure grip, the hot leather sticking to his hand from the force of which he held the rather crude weapon in his hand.
The vibrosword's tip aimed at the alien's forearm, Kyrinov would have his hand in place to lean his weight forward on the weapon. If his slash connected, Ozun would be left with a deep cut on his right forearm and Kyrinov would come to an easy stop on the other side of the Imperial.
His opponent was waiting on him now. Not unexpected, but it was a nice change of pace from the normal cut-his-head-off direction of most duels he'd either participated in or watched. It seemed Ozun was content to let him strike first. It was either that or he was trying to pull him into combat was a sort of twisted trap that he'd attempt to make work in his favor.
Either way, Kyrinov was determined that he would win this, one way or another.
Once more, Amnesia twirled in a simple flourish that went behind his back and curled around back to a sort of simple guard. His left foot extended, he dashed forward with the aid of the Force like a lion pouncing on its waiting prey. His breath hitched as he launched and propelled himself steadily forward. Amnesia would be held close to his body in a secure grip, the hot leather sticking to his hand from the force of which he held the rather crude weapon in his hand.
The vibrosword's tip aimed at the alien's forearm, Kyrinov would have his hand in place to lean his weight forward on the weapon. If his slash connected, Ozun would be left with a deep cut on his right forearm and Kyrinov would come to an easy stop on the other side of the Imperial.
[member="Ozun Zhil"] | [member="Darth Vyrassu"]
Ozun Zhil
Character
"It's on, then," Zhil would say, with a smirk on his face.
As Kyrinov moved in for a slashing strike (similar to a Djem So falling avalanche), Zhil would immediately side step to avoid the incoming slash. As his weight would come barreling in, he would narrowly miss the acolyte's forearm.
Given Kyrinov had put all of his weight behind his strike, he would be at a disadvantage for a counter attack. Seeing a weakness in his guard, Zhil would pull a trakata move, deactivating his lightsaber as to avoid the oncoming cortosis-weaved vibroblade and then reactivating it when the blade passed. The blade would be directly aimed at Kyrinov's elbows as it reactivating. If connected, it would put him at a disadvantage, as his elbow joints would be in a lot of pain.. It would be very hard to block, given that he'd have to completely reverse his oncoming attack to block it.
[member="Kyrinov"]
As Kyrinov moved in for a slashing strike (similar to a Djem So falling avalanche), Zhil would immediately side step to avoid the incoming slash. As his weight would come barreling in, he would narrowly miss the acolyte's forearm.
Given Kyrinov had put all of his weight behind his strike, he would be at a disadvantage for a counter attack. Seeing a weakness in his guard, Zhil would pull a trakata move, deactivating his lightsaber as to avoid the oncoming cortosis-weaved vibroblade and then reactivating it when the blade passed. The blade would be directly aimed at Kyrinov's elbows as it reactivating. If connected, it would put him at a disadvantage, as his elbow joints would be in a lot of pain.. It would be very hard to block, given that he'd have to completely reverse his oncoming attack to block it.
[member="Kyrinov"]
Kyrinov
][ A B S O L U T I O N ][
A side step and his opponent is out of harm's way by the hair the couldn't grow on his chin.
A flicker of light as a saber was deactivated and a hum in the still air as it re-ignited. Kyrinov cursed in his head at his slight mistake, he'd made a simple error that he felt as the heat of the lightsaber burned into the back of his elbow and managed a glancing blow as the Knight ran past Ozun.
His arm tingled with a bit of numbness, his grip shaking slightly until he grasped the weapon firmly with his knuckles turning as white as his short hair. Smart move on his opponent's part, but then that small move would likely prove to be in his opponent's undoing.
He opened himself to the Force and allowed himself to simply feel everything to a heightened pinpoint. He could feel Ozun breathe and see every minuscule motion whether it be the rise and fall of his chest or the twitch of his smallest finger.
Kyrinov didn't need much more motivation than the call for domination in this instance. He reached out and planted himself quietly into Ozun's mind while he was still caught up in the height of his momentary victory. His voice would project inside of his mind. It was rather boring to fight without any dialogue. It was a dry event for him otherwise.
<"Hello. How are you feeling, little one?">
His baritone voice would ring out inside of the alien's mind, bouncing off of pink wall after wall until all that could be heard and focused on were the words that dripped in of Ozun's mind.
A flicker of light as a saber was deactivated and a hum in the still air as it re-ignited. Kyrinov cursed in his head at his slight mistake, he'd made a simple error that he felt as the heat of the lightsaber burned into the back of his elbow and managed a glancing blow as the Knight ran past Ozun.
His arm tingled with a bit of numbness, his grip shaking slightly until he grasped the weapon firmly with his knuckles turning as white as his short hair. Smart move on his opponent's part, but then that small move would likely prove to be in his opponent's undoing.
He opened himself to the Force and allowed himself to simply feel everything to a heightened pinpoint. He could feel Ozun breathe and see every minuscule motion whether it be the rise and fall of his chest or the twitch of his smallest finger.
Kyrinov didn't need much more motivation than the call for domination in this instance. He reached out and planted himself quietly into Ozun's mind while he was still caught up in the height of his momentary victory. His voice would project inside of his mind. It was rather boring to fight without any dialogue. It was a dry event for him otherwise.
<"Hello. How are you feeling, little one?">
His baritone voice would ring out inside of the alien's mind, bouncing off of pink wall after wall until all that could be heard and focused on were the words that dripped in of Ozun's mind.
[member="Ozun Zhil"] | [member="Darth Vyrassu"]
Ozun Zhil
Character
[member="Kyrinov"]
Ozun completely ignored Kyrinov inside his mind. Any show of weakness would be his undoing, and he made a very conscious effort to not listen and not appear as if he was listening. He managed to show Kyrinov that he wasn't going to let himself be run over and that he was more than able to fight on his level, and this would be the proof of it.
One mistake Kyrinov had made was not readjusting his guard after beginning to penetrate Ozun's mind. This gave him the chance to land a blow on his chest, something he could not block given there was nothing between Ozun's training saber and Kyrinov.
Ozun completely ignored Kyrinov inside his mind. Any show of weakness would be his undoing, and he made a very conscious effort to not listen and not appear as if he was listening. He managed to show Kyrinov that he wasn't going to let himself be run over and that he was more than able to fight on his level, and this would be the proof of it.
One mistake Kyrinov had made was not readjusting his guard after beginning to penetrate Ozun's mind. This gave him the chance to land a blow on his chest, something he could not block given there was nothing between Ozun's training saber and Kyrinov.
Kyrinov
][ A B S O L U T I O N ][
Another cynical laugh erupted from the pale-skinned male as the training saber struck him in the chest. The man could hit him all he wanted, the burn was minimal as Kyrinov ducked to the left of the blade. His eyes shone with a blazing curiosity.
Kyrinov simultaneously brought Amnesia up and out to cut into his unguarded right arm while he pushed further in the alien's mind. He searched around with Ozun fullly aware of his presence within his mind. He probed around and searched through his memories back from his childhood all through the recent years.
He looked around for quite some time, Amnesia posted up in a simple guard that protected his body from strikes.
He pushed further and further until...
The Exarch found what he wanted, at last.
The man grabbed several memories from his opponent's mind and began to play them through, one by one, in their entirety. Scenes of his childhood, of poverty and exhausted parents that were struggling to get by as it was. A father covered head to toe in black dust and residue from the day's work without having two credits to rub together for it. A mother, slumped and beaten from dealing with various beings day in and day out. Each of them breaking down in from of the boy on one particularly hard night. He called forth the feelings of longing that came with those memories of his.
Kyrinov wanted the older man to lash out, he wanted him to try and attack him again. So, he stroked the memories of his childhood until it reached a razor sharp point that would likely provoke Ozun.
Meanwhile, the man spoke inside of Ozun's mind, a subconscious whisper that grew in volume with each passing second.
<"Look at that. They struggled to provide for you, they could hardly provide for themselves. You came along and made things ten times harder for them. They almost starved to death because of you. And you... You left them there on Duro to suffer through it alone. You didn't even go back. You went off to face the galaxy and forgot the ones you allowed you to be here in the first place. I can only imagine the resentment they must have, knowing their son is successful and yet so unwilling to help them in their time of utter need. Congratulations, you're a Sith now, Ozun. You began by forsaking the people you loved the most. How does that feel? To know that you caused their pain?">
Kyrinov simultaneously brought Amnesia up and out to cut into his unguarded right arm while he pushed further in the alien's mind. He searched around with Ozun fullly aware of his presence within his mind. He probed around and searched through his memories back from his childhood all through the recent years.
He looked around for quite some time, Amnesia posted up in a simple guard that protected his body from strikes.
He pushed further and further until...
The Exarch found what he wanted, at last.
The man grabbed several memories from his opponent's mind and began to play them through, one by one, in their entirety. Scenes of his childhood, of poverty and exhausted parents that were struggling to get by as it was. A father covered head to toe in black dust and residue from the day's work without having two credits to rub together for it. A mother, slumped and beaten from dealing with various beings day in and day out. Each of them breaking down in from of the boy on one particularly hard night. He called forth the feelings of longing that came with those memories of his.
Kyrinov wanted the older man to lash out, he wanted him to try and attack him again. So, he stroked the memories of his childhood until it reached a razor sharp point that would likely provoke Ozun.
Meanwhile, the man spoke inside of Ozun's mind, a subconscious whisper that grew in volume with each passing second.
<"Look at that. They struggled to provide for you, they could hardly provide for themselves. You came along and made things ten times harder for them. They almost starved to death because of you. And you... You left them there on Duro to suffer through it alone. You didn't even go back. You went off to face the galaxy and forgot the ones you allowed you to be here in the first place. I can only imagine the resentment they must have, knowing their son is successful and yet so unwilling to help them in their time of utter need. Congratulations, you're a Sith now, Ozun. You began by forsaking the people you loved the most. How does that feel? To know that you caused their pain?">
[member="Ozun Zhil"] | [member="Darth Vyrassu"]
Ozun Zhil
Character
[member="Kyrinov"]
And now, zugzwang.
Ozun knew he couldn't outplay Ky's force fear. His opponent had very skillfully found his innermost weakness, his fear of the absolute humiliation that had begotten his father. Hearing Kyrinov expose his innermost secrets made him angry, but the raw power of the attack meant that he could do absolutely nothing about it.
He immediately felt his limbs become limp as he began to feel the brunt of the attack. It was over, he couldn't do anything else but surrender before feeling the brunt of Ky's blade.
"I tap out. Kyrinov wins."
And now, zugzwang.
Ozun knew he couldn't outplay Ky's force fear. His opponent had very skillfully found his innermost weakness, his fear of the absolute humiliation that had begotten his father. Hearing Kyrinov expose his innermost secrets made him angry, but the raw power of the attack meant that he could do absolutely nothing about it.
He immediately felt his limbs become limp as he began to feel the brunt of the attack. It was over, he couldn't do anything else but surrender before feeling the brunt of Ky's blade.
"I tap out. Kyrinov wins."