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| A Heated Battle | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Oct 12 2008, 03:28 PM (3,040 Views) | |
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Oct 12 2008, 03:28 PM Post #1 |
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Rebel Without a Clue
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ooc: Ok, since we heard it would raise alot of attione and im a sucker for spotlight, me and Zayne are going to fight here. The Feild is The Jedi Temple Main Hall after order 66 (Think The Force Unleashed)And we are only allowed to use basic force pwoers: Grip, Push, Pull, Jump, Throw, ect. Furthermore, the only weapons we can use are our lightsabers. This battle is to prove which RP'ER is better, not who has mroe tiem to put into their charcter.There will be NO outside interfearence, NO commenting on the battle, and NO, me an Zayne do not hate eachother and are out for eachothers throats...this is a IC, Strictly RP bullshit. Now, we will begin. IC: Pylon sat on the stairs of the Main hall of the Jedi Temple. The Old Council chambers to the left of him, the exit covered by ruble to the right . He sat meditating, Lightsabers floating and circling around him, deactivated. He had become much more trainquil and calm for this fight. The entire planet of Corrucant seemed to be utterly silent. Although some of the roof had caved in, the only light that illuminated the hall was either from the celing lights or the moon. The air was fridged, rubble and fallen pillars were everywhere. A large statue lay in the middle of the hall, cutting it in half. The head of a Great Ancheint Jedi Pylon didnt know lay on its head staring at him, eyes seeming to die with the bulding. Oh yes, the Clone Troopers did their job well. Pylon stood and grabbed his lightsabers, not yet activating them, stareing at Zayne. "Looks like we came here for the same thing...Ready?" He asked his opponet, ignighting his sabers. They both came here to find somthing. They found a fight. |
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| Zayne Midknight | Oct 13 2008, 11:05 AM Post #2 |
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Sith Assassin
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The cylindrical hilt that held a synthetic red crystal spun silently in the air, seemingly by magic. In a way, the force that propelled it was magic. It was used by Baran Do Sages, Witches of Dathomir. It was the force. A power that was manipulated by Zayne Midknight, and many other of his kind. Sith. Those who used the Dark Side almost exclusively. The men and women who had commanded the Empire, and as a result, the Galaxy. These men and women were the power amongst the galaxy. The leaders. The warriors. The villains. Zayne was a mere apprentice in their ways, albeit a powerful and respected one. He had great potential. Valec realised that. His cousin realised that. This man stood before him now, Pylon Zerga, was a fool. And he would die. The hand that was currently holding the lightsaber in the air relaxed, and the saber fell into his hand. He spun it around so it was in a reverse grip and opened his previously closed eyes. His thumb hit the ignition switch and the bloodshine red blade of his weapon appeared behind him. “You made a mistake by coming here, fool,” He began, walking forwards slowly to the much younger man. His sulphuric yellow eyes flashed red as his fingers rapped slowly against the durasteel hilt of his lightsaber. “As a punishment, you shall receive death,” He concluded, raising his left hand and lifting up a small piece of rock, something so inconsequential it would simple act as a distraction. The rock lifted up into the air with relative ease, and was thrown in a movement mirroring the movement of Zayne’s hand, flying at an accelerating speed towards Pylon. As his hand lowered, Zayne darted forwards, swinging his lightsaber in front of him to both punch and slash Pylon across the face. The attack was a simple, and easily deflected or dodged. Still, Jedi were fools, and had been killed by such simpler moves. Perhaps a Sai Cha move would give the Jedi the most spectacular death, but perhaps he did not deserve such an honour. Sai tok would be… funny. The idea of slicing an opponent in half was incredibly entertaining when one thought about the idea. |
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Oct 13 2008, 11:34 AM Post #3 |
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Rebel Without a Clue
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Pylon looked at Zayne with eyes of hatred. When Zayne threatened his life, Pylons lightsabers ignited as if on que. "Come Sith! Your death will be my proff to the Jedi I am ready to become a knight." He said and held his lightsabers in their normal postion. His right (blue) hand pointing striaght out, and his left (red) hand curved behind his head in a C, taking into account everything around him. Zayne flipped his lightsaber upside down, making Pylon grin. This would be fun. As Zayne mlifted the peice of rubble in front of him, Pylon raised an eyebrow, mostly out of disappointment. "The Dark Side is stronger? And yet thats the most you can muster?" He chuckled and then followed Zayne's hand movments. As he thrusted it at Pylon, Young Zerga quickly reacted with reflexs, dropping quickly to one knee, crouching, just in time for Zayne's Lightsaber to slice above where Pylons head was. Pylon out of training, reached back with hsi right hand and hurled a full out Gut punch, point blank at Zaynes solarplex, a pressure point where the ribs meet the stomach in the center of the body, with enough force to knock the air out of him. Quickly following, Pylon spung up and hig hinto the air, spining in the air above Zayne's current postion. Landing on the opposit end, Pylon motioned with his right hand, lifting a large 4 metear pillar int othe air, floating. Pylon was struffling to keep it up, but it was then was sent hurling long ways at Zayne, the end of the pillar wooshing past Pylon's back. Pylon turned and frowned. "I hope he isnt dead yet.." He muttered and crossed his Ligthsabers, getting redy for the next attack. ooc: lets keep these post simi short, k? |
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