First Reply Back on the Streets

[Shan Pavond]

Fark. Fark. Fark! Shan could practically feel the strength in each of the Nikto's steps. There was no way he'd be able to outrun the Nikto at this stage, mostly because it would be like letting a bulldozer loose through the streets of Coruscant at this point with that much power. But there was no way he was just going to take the impact head out without a fight.

So as Bolk got closer, Shan jutted his elbow out, making sure the limb was hardened. It'd be the thing that would cause the most damage in his eyes, but at the same time he knew he was going to take a distinct amount of damage himself as all of a sudden, it was like someone had taken a pile driver and smashed it straight into the Mirialan as he was going straight down to the floor from the impact.

A loud hiss escaping his lips as pain shot through his entire side. Shan felt at least three different bones crack, but he wouldn't be able to figure out what those were in the field. Not unless he had a moment to check and the Mirialan felt like he wasn't going to get that chance anytime soon as he laid on the ground, trying to recover his breaht.

Bolk Ti-Kharatal

 

[Bolk Ti-Kharatal]

-:- The Sundered Planet, Coruscant -:-
-:- Tag: Shan Pavond -:-

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-- Ughghghaah -- Bolk emitted a subdued groan when the tough appendage collided with his abdomen, resembling the sensation of crashing into the solid exterior of a starship. ​

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Thankfully, his reinforced cybernetic structure absorbed the majority of the impact, allowing his internal organs to continue operating relatively unimpeded, although there were moments when he coughed up blood. ​

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Bolk recovered his senses just enough, to see the Mirialan below him anxiously waiting for the next phase of combat to begin. His thigh was gripped by black nails, while his other hand moved down to deliver a solid punch to the jedi's head. ​

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[Shan Pavond]

Shan was doing his hardest to try and protect himself from the fight right now. Raising his arms up over his face to try and protect his head right now. He had to stay awake for as long as he could, even as he could feel his arms scratched and cut open from being down on the ground. Focus. Shan had to keep his focus as much as he could. Though he'd love to have some help right now.

There wasn't much for him to focus on right now apart from the pain as the punch connected to his arm, and a distinct crack came from his arm at that. Though instead of it being a bone breaking, it was his skin as the hardening couldn't last much longer anymore. There was no point in him trying to grapple with the Nikto. With the cybernetics, there was no way he'd be able to choke out the Nikto.

His lightsaber was an option...but not an option he was willing to take. Instead he was going to focus on using as much of his environment as he could, focusing on the dust around the pair. Dust was still part of the Earth, so this would work. It should work. Shan just took in a deep breath and closed his eyes before using the Force to attract the dust around the pair in the form of a smoke cloud...before smashing his head forward to try and headbutt Bolk. All he could do was swing fists and use the Force right now. He needed help, but didn't know how to get it.

Bolk Ti-Kharatal

 

[Bolk Ti-Kharatal]

-:- The Sundered Planet, Coruscant -:-
-:- Tag: Shan Pavond -:-

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As the powerful punch connected with the arm, the impact reverberated through the air with a resounding crack as the hardened limb was coming undone. A flurry of dust and sweat erupted around them, highlighting the intensity of the combat. Eyes locked in fierce determination, each of them refusing to yield an inch more. ​

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Bolk let out a fierce roar as he forcefully brought both fists crashing down upon the Jedi, aiming to overpower them with raw strength. The dust kicked up by the impact enveloped the combatants with the assistance of the force, obscuring Bolk's view of the skirmish. In an effort to clear his vision, the Nikto raised his hands to disperse the dust, only to be caught off guard by a powerful headbutt that sent him reeling backwards. ​

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-- Neat trick -- The Nikto uttered, while positioned on the ground, before delivering a forceful kick with his legs fully extended. ​

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[Shan Pavond]

With the cloud of dust enveloping the pair, Shan did his best to try and scurry up to his feet before feeling Bolk's leg smashing into Shan's, as he tried his best not to crumple down to the ground. Breathe. Grit your teeth. It was hard for him to stand, as Shan felt like his knees were starting to buckle. He couldn't stand for too long. He never hated Coruscant's obsession with metal over nature more than he did right now.

"Come on...Do we have to fight man? I'm really not worth the credits. There's plenty of better Jedi for you to go after."

He tried to chuckle to lighten the mood but Shan was in pain. A lot of it. He needed to figure out a way out of this situation and he felt like words weren't going to help. Even if he named someone else for Bolk to go after, like Ko Vuto , it wouldn't help him. He couldn't pull out any flashy Force moves with people around them. It was a miracle he was able to pull off the Force Repulse without harming them. A few beads of sweat trickled down his brow as Shan kept trying to come up with an idea...

"If you wait for a second...I can show you....a secret technique."

It was clearly to buy time. Shan didn't have an actual technique to use. The plan was to just get Bolk to hesitate for a moment...and then for Shan to try and bolt away as fast as he could. It wasn't too far away for him to at least get some kind of protection.

Bolk Ti-Kharatal

 

[Bolk Ti-Kharatal]

-:- The Sundered Planet, Coruscant -:-
-:- Tag: Shan Pavond -:-

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-- You are the only jedi I see around, small fry -- Bolk kickflipped up from the ground with his legs, effortlessly landing back on the harsh surface of the Coruscant Street. Eyes narrowed as they observed the Mirialan Jedi who was struggling to stand from the intense combat, sporting a soft expression of satisfaction that the engagement was going in his favor. However, they were aware that underestimating the foe, even with a clear advantage, would be unwise.​

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-- A secret technique, I have my own. Rock throw -- The Nikto derided him briefly with a distinct chuckle, as the Jedi tried to delay him from seizing his reward for the Dark Empire. It wasn't purely a mocking gesture, however, as he forcefully slammed his hand onto the pavement to grab a sizable fragment of the street corner, launching it towards them with his cybernetic enhancements. ​

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With the street corner fragement blocking the view, he proceeded to confront Shan in physical combat. Bolk struck first, a swift jab aimed at his chest, a clear strike meant to end the duel between them. ​

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[Shan Pavond]

"See! That's your issue! You are only...focused on what you can see..."

Of course, with the concrete coming in his direction, and blocking his view of Bolk...Well, Bolk's view of Shan was also blocked so he wouldn't be able to see Shan pull his lightsaber from his belt and with the ignition of the green blade, the thontiin crystal was able to send a a flood of pain relief through his system. He didn't want to have to rely on the crystal for support, but it was his only way of being able to fight through the pain alongside slashing through the concrete with his lightsaber, sending the pieces off to side in time to see the incoming Nikto.

All Shan could react with was shoving his non-dominant hand in front of his chest, causing a very loud and audibly crack to echo through the street, as his ulna and radius were shattered and practically pulverised. If it wasn't for the crystal, Shan would be screaming out in pain. Right now, it was just a sharp wince, alongside a limp arm. It was time to rely on Soresu to defend himself, whilst he tried to start backing away from Bolk. He'd admit defeat if he had to...but he wasn't just going to stay around to be captured or killed.

Bolk Ti-Kharatal

 

[Bolk Ti-Kharatal]

-:- The Sundered Planet, Coruscant -:-
-:- Tag: Shan Pavond -:-

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The Nikto observed the lightsaber cleanly slicing the piece of concrete in half, causing it to fall harmlessly on either side of the Mirialian Jedi. Bolk had tried to readjust the shift jab at the Jedi's stomach, although such a readjustment was blocked by the non-dominant hand of his opponent, resulting in a loud cracking sound as the arm went limp. ​

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Shan found himself in a significantly more vulnerable position during the engagement, as they now only hand one hand to rely on, elicing a smile from the Nikto as they pushed aside the black karma. The stolen Imperial Knight Lightsaber was shown cleanly, as black nails gripped the handle, reaching for the ignition of the blade. ​

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Bolk's malicious grin widened as he taunted his opponent, his voice dripping with contempt. "This blade is a symbol of my strength and your end, Jeedai," he sneered, his words laced with arrogance. With a swift motion, he activated the saber, the white blade humming to life and casting a stark white shadow on the worn pavement of the street. ​

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The soft hum of the blade filled the tense silence between them, a stark reminder of the imminent clash that was about to unfold.​

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