Bright Jewel? Right...

[Viktor Noali]

[member="Sage Bane"]

Nal Hutta​

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Do you ever wonder why hey call it 'Glorious Jewel?' I mean... how many times have you been here? This place has to be the worst smelling planet in the galaxy. A very valid point... It wasn't so bad the first few times. Well that's because the first few times we were fighting in the palaces. I would take the smell of Hutt breath over this stench anytime.There is a reason for that. Or did you forget? Oh, I remember...

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"And so do I. I remember very clearly. Perhaps if you would've been a bit less distracting and had maybe kept your mouths shut I would've been able to concentrate." With a casual toss Viktor released the vibrosword from his hand onto the mat in front of him. Standing directly across from him was his opponent. A giant of man. Viktor whistled at him and gave him the once over. "You're a big one aren't you?"

Concentrate? You consider that a 'concentration' issue? You killed that rodian and proceeded to literally tear him to pieces. Oh yeah, I remember that now. How could I forget!? Do you remember what the Hutt said after he tossed the rodians head at him!? 'Jeeska da sookee koopa moe nanya...' That doesn't even make any sense. We don't have suction cups.

"Again! Again! Again! Can we table this discussion for later!" Viktor smacked himself in the face. The chants for blood and death from the crowd were loud enough. The last thing he needed was this nonsensical conversation going on in his head. Viktor had once again found himself on Nal Hutta. It had been a little over a year since he had graced this planet with his presence. The last time he fought on Nal Hutta he let his bloodlust get the best of him and got a little carried away. He ended up disrespecting one of the local Hutt families and was banned from fighting in any of the big money tournaments. Apparently a Hutt can really hold a grudge. Normally Viktor wouldn't lower his standards to such a point to return to the slave fighting pits but he had received an interesting message via the holonet along with a sufficient down payment to enter. Viktor liked credits. Viktor liked to fight.

Very well. I will remain silent... So will I but lets make this quick? We need to talk. We do need to talk but we will let you do what yo need to do.

Viktor let out a sigh of relief and took a deep breath through his nose taking in the smell of ring...

Dirt...​

Blood...​

Sweat...​

"Home."​

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This particular event was nothing compared to the palaces of Nal Hutta he had fought on before. Located at the edge of one of the derelict urban areas of Gebroila the structure he now found himself in had clearly been abandoned for some time. Viktor was surprised so many people would willing pack themselves in here when walls themselves seems they would fall over at any moment but as he saw the credit chits begin to move hands he remembered. Credits. The pit he found himself in was only about eight feet deep, twenty feet across and in the shape of a circle. Viktor gestured to the vibrosword on the mat.

"I'll give you one guess what I'm going to do with that..."

 

[Viktor Noali]

[member="Sage Bane"]​

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[SIZE=9pt]Viktor had spent the majority of his life up to this point as a slave himself. The condition of this pit reminded him of some of the very first he was forced to fight in as a child. Substandard. These fights were more-or-less set up for slavers to get rid of some of their unwanted stock. Typically these slave fighters lacked any real backbone. Stepping into a ring knowing only one of you will live is stressful enough, but being thrown into that ring by your master to be fed to the dogs? It takes a unique person to thrive in those environments. Viktor had shown himself unique, that’s for sure.This time however he was the dogs and they were the fresh meat. Starting from the first days of his captivity as a twelve year old Lorrdian, Viktor was trained to be a fighter. What his trandoshan slavers couldn’t foresee was the irreparable damage a life of violence would have on a child’s mind. The first time Viktor heard a voice in his head he assumed it was a blessing. The months of isolation and constant beatings he suffered at had left him in a serious depression with little desire to live. That voice gave him the strength he needed to survive. As the years progressed, however, that single voice multiplied into several. Instead of being his voice of reason and comfort as the original voice was for him as a child, they quickly became more of a constant irritation often becoming overwhelming to the point where Viktor would lose control. Like a rabid animal in that state Viktor’s muscle memory would take over with his only motivation being bloodlust. Though aware of his actions Viktor can do very little to control himself until his mind is quieted. This would not be one of those times. They [/SIZE][SIZE=9pt]promised him. They said they’d be quiet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“No? You don’t want to guess?”[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]Viktor stepped forward toward the center of the ring. Aside from the pair of leather bantha hide shorts he wore he was nude and barefooted. Around his neck clearly visible was a thick circular scar in the shape of his collar. Aside from his face almost the entirety of his visible skin was marked with some sort of scar. His back appeared heavily scarred by a whip, evident in the shaping of the scars. Along his chest and torso several similar scars reside along with several larger ones where it appears entire portions of Viktor’s flesh had been removed. This pit was smaller then he was used to fighting in. Only being eight feet deep it gave him a clear view of the spectators who all huddled and joked for position too close to the edge of the pit. It was an interesting perspective Viktor thought. Being circular in shape he figured that the pit was probably only about twenty feet from side to side. Not as big as he’s use to fighting in but it wouldn’t matter nonetheless. This oaf of a man did not intimidate Viktor in the slightest. This ring didn’t intimidate Viktor in the slightest. To speak truly, very little intimidated Viktor these days.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Without making a noise save for a low grunt his opponent stepped forward shortening the distance between them. Viktor studied the man closely. Being a Lorrdian had its advantages, one of which the being the ability to read the movements of others and get a sense of there emotions and intentions. This man was furious. Furious and slow. Viktor sighed. This wasn’t even going to be much of a challenge. He bent forward and picked up the sword, not holding it long before he thrust it back into the ground tip first so the grip was sticking straight up into the air.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Well, since you’ve chosen to be quiet I’ll just tell you.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]Viktor said as he took another step toward his opponent,[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]“I’m going to cut off your left arm,”[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]he pointed casually to the man’s left side,[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]“then I’m going to cut off your right arm.”[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]Reaching down Viktor scooped a handful of the soil and proceeded to rub it into his hands, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]“Then I’m going to cut your head off and mount it on the wall,”[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]he moved his hand to the right and pointed to the side of the arena. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]“Right there.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The assembled slavers, gamblers and spectators were in a frenzy clearly ready for blood. The chants sent a familiar, welcomed chill up Viktor’s spine. These were the moments he lived for now. The only moments that mattered. Out of the corner of his eye Viktor noticed a twi’lek drop a red flag down the side of the pit wall, the sign the fight was about to begin. Instinctively Viktor lowered himself into a Teräs Käsi defensive stance. Teräs Käsi took discipline as well as control and mastery of ones self. Three things Viktor lacked in abundance. His training in the art was non-traditional, to say the least. When he was younger his former trandoshan master had paid a great sum of money for a Teräs Käsi instructor to teach Viktor the art. The instructor’s lessons were brutal often leaving Viktor recovering from broken bones and internal injuries for weeks. His instructor had made it clear that he didn’t see Viktor as a worthy student and did very little in terms of instructing. Lucky for Viktor he was able to teach himself. For several years he fought and trained with his instructor and throughout those several years he studied his every move down to the smallest muscle twitch. His natural Lorrdian abilities gave him the ability to mimic his instructor flawlessly which came as quite the unpleasant surprise to his instructor when Viktor claimed his life.[/SIZE]

“IN THIS CORNER,” The Twi’lek announced began to bark, “hailing from parts unkown! He’s BIG! He’s Mean! Some say he’s HALF RANCOR even! Let’s hear it for GOOOORGA!”

[SIZE=10.5pt]The crowd roared. Viktor blinked. Goorga? What kind of a name is Goorga?[/SIZE]

Half rancor? Who in there right mind would mate with a rancor?! Hey, shush. We said we’d be quiet. Both of be quiet its about to start... I know, that’s why I told him to be quiet. Really? You're not even curious?

[SIZE=10.5pt]“He's not really half rancor you idiot,,”[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]Viktor said under his breath.[/SIZE] I know that.. [SIZE=10.5pt]“Now shut up.”[/SIZE]

“AND IN THIS CORNER,” [SIZE=10.5pt]the Twi’lek continued, [/SIZE]“Returning to Nal Hutta after a year of BANNISHMENT! If you’re a RODIAN I would HIGHLY suggest HEADING FOR THE EXITS! He keeps his name SIMPLE and PRONOUNCEABLE! Let’s hear it for VIKTOR the RODIAN DECIMATOR!”

Rodian decimator? I won't argue. I like it. It seems fitting.

[SIZE=10.5pt]Viktor shrugged to himself. The crowd roared to life again following the Twi’lek’s introduction. Viktor raised his right arm in response and let his eyes walk amongst the crowd. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the yellow flag drop along side the red.[/SIZE]

“BEGIN!” [SIZE=10.5pt]The Twi’lek yelled. The oaf charged. Of course he did. They always charge.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]Viktor smirked,[/SIZE] [SIZE=10.5pt]“Amateur.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]With speed and sharp precision Viktor shifted his body to the right proceeding to flip sideways in an aerial cartwheel causing Goorga’s thundering form to run right past him. Before Goorga could slow himself, regain his equilibrium and turn to face his opponent Viktor had already landed on his feet and was moving with measured speed toward Goorga. With a knifed hand and murderous intent Viktor proceeded to strike Goorga in his left leg with as much strength as he could muster. From the sound of the thunderous impact and the twisted angle in which Goorga’s left thigh now found itself in it was clear to everyone observing that his leg had been broken. With a sharp yelp mixed with both pain and anger Goorga fell to his left knee. Without a pause Viktor grabbed onto Goorga placing him firmly in a headlock and with one quick jerk snapped his neck.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]The crowd had fallen silent. Perhaps it was due to the quickness in which Viktor had ended the match he couldn’t be positive. What he was positive of was he had made this man a promise. Viktor walked slowly over to the vibrosword still sticking up in the dirt and grabbed it. Slowly he turned and began to walk back over to Goorga’s lifeless body.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]“Your left arm. Your right arm. Your head.”[/SIZE]

 

[Sage Bane]

“All of life is suffering,” Sage Bane’s Master once said. The phrase turned out to be a truism that the Sith Knight would come to embrace time and time again. Nal Hutta was a place where Sage Bane had suffered greatly for most of his youth. Yet, here he was, back on the polluted hunk of rock, this time, not as a slave, but as a venerated member of the One Sith. It was strange coming back to the pit fights after all of these years. Surreal to say the least. But Sage had decided that it was high time to re-visit these raucous and bloody places. His mission: to find some potential candidates for the Sith Academy on Coruscant, and perhaps to chase away some of his demons.

The coppery stench of blood filled the air as Sage, clothed in Sith robes over armorweave, made his way to one of the smaller pits where a fight was just about to begin. Sage did not have to jostle for a place in the crowd. With a handwave, the sea of onlookers parted for him, letting him through to the front without a complaint. As the opponents were announced, credits began to exchange hands, but Sage ignored the betters’ pleas to make a wager. He would rather gamble with the lives of this Viktor the Rodian Decimator and the rather unfortunately-named Goorga.

As the fight began, Sage branched out with the Force to see if he could detect the familiar aura of a Force-sensitive sapient in either one of the opponents. On the first try, his search came up with a winner. One of the slaves, the smaller one, who was decimating the much larger man, had Force powers deep within him. The question was: did he know what a rare gift he had? Viktor turned out to be a vicious pit fighter, strong, lightning-fast, and acrobatic. It didn’t take long for him to out-maneuver his larger rival, and soon, a crack rang out as he snapped the other man’s neck amid boos and cheers. Sage sent a sibilant whisper into the wind, one that would seep into the slave’s fractured mind, a message that was not unlike his own voices.

Well done, slave. How would you like to fight someone who will prove more of a challenge than that bumbling ogre?

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[Viktor Noali]

With vicious intent in mind Viktor marched toward lifeless corpse of Goorga, his knuckles white from the vice-like grip he held the vibrosword with. He suddenly stopped in his tracks as he began to feel an unfamiliar itch in the back of his mind. Viktor was use to hearing voices in his head but this particular voice sounded… off.

[member="sage bane"]​

‘Well done, slave. How would you like to fight someone who will prove more of a challenge then that bumbling ogre?”​

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Slowly Viktor began to turn in a circle and with his eyes gazing up at the crowd he was drawn immediately to the figure dawned in midnight-black robes. Even with the figures face mostly obscured by his hood Viktor couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity. Where had he seen this individual before?

Why does this guy seem so familiar?

“I was just wondering that myself,” Viktor said as he started to walk across the pit floor toward where the man stood, “I have enough voices in my head. I can do with one less.”

Maybe he just has one of those faces? Faces... He’s wearing a hooded robe... I can barley make out his skin color... Um, he’s white. Can’t you see his hands? Yes I can see his hands. That’s not the point I was making. What point were you making? I’m not entirely sure actually. Hey, can we still cut this body into pieces? I realllly want to do that.

Viktor stopped a few feet short of the pit wall just under the robed individual. Again Viktor plunged the tip of the vibrosword into the ground leaving the pommel sticking straight up. Opening his arms in an inviting manner Viktor beckoned the man forward.

“Interesting trick,” Viktor said as he tapped on the side of his head. Viktor pointed to the vibrosword on the ground as he began to walk back slowly putting distance between the two of them. “I’ll happily end your life if that is your wish. I’ll even let you use the sword. I wouldn’t want to send you to your maker without giving you a fair chance.”

Umm.. I don’t think that’s a good idea. Yeah, I agree… I feel something… strange about this one... So, are we going to cut up this body or what. Have you been paying attention? No, I’ve been thinking about hacking up this body with that sword.

“We’re going to hack up two bodies actually,” Viktor said as a sadistic grin started to spread across his face. He then pointed at the figure, "Your left arm, your right arm," moving his finger to the right side of the pit he pointed at the wall, "Your head."

 

[Sage Bane]

As Viktor slowly walked towards him, Sage thought two things. One, that Viktor was completely fearless. And two, that Viktor looked incredibly familar. He examined the features of the man carefully. The slave looked a bit like an older version of a boy he once fought in a pit much like this one. The fight had been a death match, like most Nal Hutta pit fights, but the two young opponents had fought so viciously, that both of the boys were soon at death's door. Before one could best the other, a fight broke out among their owners and the pit's bookie. These were two fighters that neither slave owner wanted to part with, and the fight was soon halted and decided to be rare stalemate.

The boy had left Sage with a scar on his chest, ironically in the shape of a "V." Whether or not that was intentional on his rival's part, he never really knew. As his gaze met Viktor's he was sure this was that very same boy. The aura surrounding the pit fighter was one of potent rage. The dark side would thrive in a mind such as that. Sage pulled his hood back from his face and gave the slave a wicked grin.

"I believe we fought before. A long time ago, here on this very planet."

The Sith Knight chuckled and threw out an arrogant taunt.

"I'm here to finish the job."

[member="Viktor Noali"]

 

[Viktor Noali]

As the Sith Knight lowered his hood revealing the entirety of his face Viktor recognized him instantly. At this point in his life Viktor had been through so many pit fights that it's hard for him to recall them individually. Instead they played like a highlight reel in his mind. This individual had the distinct pleasure of being the one who's fight he could recall nearly blow for blow.

I knew this one seemed familiar... Who? What? When? Where? He doesn't seem familiar to me. That's because you weren't here yet... And you were? I've always been here...

"You..." Viktor said, clearly caught off guard. As a small child Viktor had shown himself a ferocious pit fighter with obvious potential. His master had not only invested a fair amount of credits into the boy but had earned a great deal more because of him. Sage's master had a similar respect for his slave. The two of them had torn each other apart that day, Viktor even carving his initial into his opponents chest whilst the boy struggled beneath him. Viktor had almost bled to death that day and if it wasn't for his master stopping the fight he would have. Viktor opened his arms and spun in a circle. The crowd had become deathly quiet.

"Round two? There aren't many chances for a round two in this profession," Viktor began, "If you had wished for this encounter you had no need in luring me to these pits with a flashy invitation and a pile of credits. I would have gladly come to kill you for free..."

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[Sage Bane]

After a moment of silence, the audience suddenly realized that they were getting two fights for the price of one and they began to roar and jeer. The sound of the crowd awoke the sentitent minds of Sage's arm, which was a masqued amphistaff. The biot had been fitted after he had cut off his own arm on Ashera, a punishment from his first Master, Matsu Xiangu, for treading into her forbidden head space. The creatures, attached to him at the shoulder, were usually hidden behind a Vong masquer, and when glamoured, his arm was indistinguishable from a human arm. The Wrath of the Dark Lord, Reverence had warned him. The biot would be perilously hard to control until Sage was a Master himself, and was he ever correct.

As the fervor of the crowd's heckling increased, so did the bloodlust of his amphistaves, and once Sage vaulted himself into the pit to fight his former rival, his flesh peeled away in layers to reveal the trio of black leathery tentacles. The creatures writhed and thrashed like whips, hissing and spitting angrily, and Sage himself spit on the ground narrowly missing Viktor's bare feet. He raised his gaze to his enemy.

"I have a new wager," the Sith Knight announced. "If you win, you kill me. If I win, I spare your life but you will be taken to the Sith Academy to train."

His black tentacles eyed Viktor hungrily. Then Sage's mouth spread into a wide grin.

"How does that sound, Viktor?"

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[Viktor Noali]

[member="sage bane"]

Viktor's amused facial expression quickly turned to one of curiosity and surprise as he watched Sage's arm peel apart before him to reveal the three amphistaff's that were connected to Sage's body. Vong technology... interesting. I might need that sword after all. Viktor's knowledge on the Vong and there technology was practically non-existent. Aside from the stories he had been told from his former master the only information Viktor had was what little he'd stumbled across on the holonet. This would be an entirely new experience for him and the thought of it sent a shiver of excitement up Viktor's spine.

Oh yeah. This is what I'm talking about! Can you feel the energy in the air!? Are you insane? Look at those things. Of course he's insane... that sounds like a rhetorical question... How can you not be excited? Finally, a challenge! A challenge? Fighting a Sith would've been a challenge on its own... Fighting a Sith with weird,faced tentacles on his arms is going to prove a little bit more then a challenge I think.... Pssh, he can handle this. Right? Right? .... Did that tentacle just spit acid?

Viktor looked down at the ground in front of him where Sage's spit had landed inches from his feet. Moving to his left Viktor began to circle toward the sword stuck in the ground while attempting to keep Sage's left arm, Is that even technically an arm still...., as far away from him as he could. With a swift motion Viktor pulled the vibrosword from the ground. Bringing the blade in front of him at a slight angle he stared at his opponent.

"Sith.... academy?" Viktor blinked losing his focus for a moment.

Wait, Sith academy? Does that mean he is, or we are, uh, you know. It would appear so. What, you didnt know... Wait? You knew that we were, uh, connected to the force? I have always known... You're telling me he could've been killing people using the Force this WHOLE TIME?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!? Stop yelling, he needs to concentrate.

Viktor considered the proposal given to him. It was a win-win situation as far as he was concerned. If he won he wouldn't hesitate to remove Sage's head, all four of them, and add them to his trophy collection. If he lost he wouldn't be killed but taken to be trained. Viktor cared only of one thing in his life and that was himself. Any chance for personal gain Viktor wouldn't hesitate to capitalize on it. When they had met as children Sage was the only opponent who had earned an amount of Viktor's respect. To this day he stands as the only opponent whose life VIktor hadn't claimed. He had heard of the Sith before. There power was highly known and highly feared in the galaxy. Viktor narrowed his eyes, focusing on Sage. With a twirl of his sword he signaled he was ready.

"I believe last time we bet I left a 'V' on your chest. I believe its high time I finished carving the rest." Viktor lowered himself into a defensive stance with the sword held out in front of him. In the past Viktor wouldn't have waited, opting instead to charge in head first. This was different. This wasn't the regular space filth he was used to dispensing with. He began to focus on the slightest movement Sage and his monstrous arm made. As a Lorrdian he was especially gifted at reading people and sensing there intent but this individual was hard to read. Viktor braced himself in preparation for the attack.

Yup. This is going to be interesting. Seriously, THE WHOLE TIME WE COULD'VE BEEN KILLING PEOPLE WITH SPACE MAGIC? Its the Force... Not space magic... DO NOT belittle it as such... Right, right. Sorry.

 

[Sage Bane]

The slave taunted him again, mentioning the "V"-shaped scar on Sage's chest. He had always thought the shape of the wound was a coincidence, but now he wasn't so sure it wasn't a premeditated gesture. Sage's smile remained. Oh how the Sith Knight loved trash-talking during a duel, especially given his ability to stay as cool and collected as a stream, while his opponents became enraged and therefore sloppy.

"I wouldn't be too sure if I were you, shag," Sage retorted, using the Huttese word for slave. The word was discordant music to any slave's ears. Sage had endured it for most of his life, and even using it himself made him cringe.

The Sith Knight stalked sideways like a panther, preparing his first strike. He reached into Viktor's mind to see if he could pluck something juicy to exploit. It was surprisingly crowded in there. There were several different voices loudly echoing through his gray matter, ricocheting off of his synapses. They interrupted each other and talked over one another, all battling to be heard by their maker. For Edge's sake, how did the man even function with those grating voices constantly chattering away? Sage beat a hasty retreat out of there.

His lightsaber flew into his human hand, and he thumbed the activation switch. Then in a heartbeat, he flew towards Viktor. Like most Ataru practioners, Sage's body moved as a blur as he attacked. The Knight launched into a flurry of short, sharp thrusts aimed right at the slave's midsection.

Was using a lightsaber cheating? Possibly. But no one said that Sage had to fight fair.

[member="Viktor Noali"]

 

[Viktor Noali]

Shag...

Did he really just call him that? Slave to slave, that's pretty low. He's antagonizing him... Oh, you don't say! What gave that away? The fact that this is a pit fight?

Viktor's eyes narrowed at the sound of the Hutt word. He was hardly fluent in the Hutt language but there were a few words that he was familiar with. This was one of them. It rubbed him the wrong way. A sneer crossed his face as he tightened the grip on his vibrosword with new found anger. It would be a lie to say Viktor wasn't surprised at the quickness in which Sage displayed as he summoned his lightsaber to his hand, igniting it and pressing his assault almost instantaneously.

He pulled out the lightsaber? That's a dirty move. I mean we're only wearing bantha-hide shorts for crying out loud! He's testing him... Regardless, what is he suppose to do against a lightsaber? Improvise... Improvise?

Viktor began to back pedal as soon as Sage rushed towards him. The Sith Knight moved with altered speed. Viktor had only seen something similar once before. His teräs käsi master had possessed similar skills: being able to augment his speed as well as gaining an anticipation for his opponents strikes. Anticipation came easy for the Lorrdian. Reading people was hereditary you could say. It came as quite the shock to his former teacher when despite his lackluster lessons Viktor was able to learn regardless by mimicking him perfectly. Viktor was fast, but not quite as fast as the Sith Knight. It didn't matter, however. Viktor had only needed to be fast enough.

As Viktor began to reach the wall of the pit the Sith Knight was nearly within striking distance, the crimson of his blade clearly reflecting the blood lust in his eyes. Ah, that is a look I remember clearly. Without missing a step Viktor found footing on the wall and pushed himself up just enough to grab the first spectator who was foolish enough to be leaning a little to eagerly toward the ring, ironically a rodian, with his free hand and with a vicious tug pulled him from his feet directing him toward the Sith.

Oh man! Another Rodian?! He does have a name to live up to I suppose... Rodian Decimator!

Viktor pursued the tumbling rodian immediately. It would probably have been a better idea to study his opponent and wait for the right opportunity to strike, Viktor had thought, but today he was feeling aggressive. He was going to close the distance. Viktor hoped the rodian would prove enough of a distraction upon engaging Sage to allow him to maneuver out from behind the rodian toward's Sage's vong arm. He still wasn't sure what to make of the appendage, he wasn't even sure the vibrosword he wielded would do much aside from anger Sage. Only one way to find out. With a quick downward slash of the sword Viktor intended to bring the vibroblade down on the tendrils. The goal not so much to attempt serious injury but to bat them out of the way so Viktor could close the distance and ram himself into the Sith Knight and attempt to disarm him.

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[Sage Bane]

To meet his attack, his opponent deftly yanked a stunned Rodian out of the audience and flung the alien at his foe. Rodian flesh met red blade, and with an upward swift arc and a sickening sizzle, Sage's lightsaber bisected the man in two. The Sith Knight growled at Viktor, but inside he was beaming. The careless regard for life over self-preservation meant, that once molded and shaped by their doctrines, Viktor would make an excellent Sith. Sage congratulated himself in his prescience in spotting this skillful warrior. Now he just needed to beat the man into submission, but ah, wasn't that was the fun part? He leveled another taunt at Viktor. Trash talking sometimes made the more stable opponents lose focus and get sloppy.

"Careful shag, I know your little secret. Don't worry. I won't tell anyone that you're a few ships short of a fleet upstairs."

While Sage was occupied with dicing up a Rodian, Viktor began to slash at the trio of black, leathery tentacles that grew from the Sith Knight's shoulder. The Force-dead creatures were resistant to most weapons, even lightsabers, and a vibroblade only made them thrash with anger. Their open maws syrupy with lethal poison, they hissed and spat at Viktor, striking out like three synchronized whips, attempting to lash the other pit fighter into ribbons with the tiny razors that covered the surface of their skin. Sage continued to toy with Viktor, snarling more verbal barbs at the man.

"I think one of your personalities might have a thing for me. Tell them not to worry, there's enough of me to satisfy them all."

Viktor might need medical attention after this.

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[Viktor Noali]

Viktor couldn't help but be impressed as he watched the Sith Knight bisect the rodian with ease, hardly seeming distracted by the event. Shag... He snarled through his teeth. The taunting of his opponent was starting to frustrate him.


AGAIN WITH THE SHAG WORD! I HATE THAT WORD! Calm down... I CANT! CALM DOWN! No, seriously, calm down! THIS IS INFURIATING! Did anyone else notice that he mentioned us... Impossible! SHAG! I HATE THAT WORD! Calm down, please! We can't have this right now...

The sword he was wielding collided with Sage's tentacled arm, and for the briefest of moments Viktor thought he would have enough room to carry out his plan. Unfortunately, his lack of knowledge on the Sith Kinght's arm proved to be a costly mistake. They pushed back almost instantly and with more strength then Viktor was anticipating, violently ripping the blade from his hand. Viktor only had only a split second to jump backwards in a reverse cartwheel in an attempt to dodge the barbed tentacles as they whipped at him.

Viktor's vision turned crimson as searing pain flooded his body. He had managed to avoided two out of three of Sage's amphistaff tentacles. The third one ripped violently into Viktor's right leg, opening a decent sized wound on his thigh. Deep, crimson blood began to flow instantly, running down his leg and mixing with the dirty floor of the pit. A grimace of pain was evident on his face for but a slight moment before Viktor masked it. This wasn't going to be as easy as he was hoping. He backed away again to create space between them once more. Again, the Sith Knight taunted him.

How does he know we're here? He's reading his mind... Sith magic... Hey, it's crowded enough in here buddy how about you just stay out? STOP CALLING US A SHAG! Calm down... NO, ENOUGH! END THIS BEFORE I DO!

Viktor lowered himself quickly into the riding bantha teräs käsi stance, holding his right hand in front of him and his left hand above his head, both flat in the traditional knife-hand shape. Concentrating he attempted to block as much of the pain as he could. Teräs Käsi was a skilled developed to combat Force users. It was a martial art dependent on the strength found inside oneself. Aside from being able to enhance one speeds and strength, with enough training practitioners were even able to put up mental fortifications against Force users who would try and probe their minds. Viktor had never been the best at skills that required a fair amount of concentration and focus. He was far to distracted most of the time. Combat was one of the only few situations where his body and mind seemed to work as one despite the constant chaos in his head. Though he doubted his skills in teräs käsi would be enough to keep [member="Sage Bane"] from really probing his mind if he so desired, Viktor hoped the sudden new found resistance he'd find would be enough to cause a bit of confusion. With a casual gesture of his right hand Viktor beckoned the Sith Knight to come at him again.

He would answer Sage's verbal taunts with silence. Viktor would not feed this mans ego.

 

[Sage Bane]

Again Sage was impressed by the acrobatics of the pit fighter. He already knew the teras kasi martial arts. Couple that with some Makashi or Ataru training and the man would be unstoppable. Sage dropped his gaze to Viktor's shredded leg and let his eyes linger over the blood as if it were an aphrodisiac. He drank in the slave's rage, as well as the rage from the split personalities inside Viktor's overcrowded noggin. Pain began power and power fed on pain. This was the cycle that made the Sith so much stronger than the Jedi. The dark side surged in Sage, so strongly that Viktor would feel tremors of it from where he stood. He noticed the other man's teeth baring in a grimace.

The more that Viktor's blood began to dribble down into the dust, the louder the crowds hooted and hollered.

"Feel your pain, Viktor. Don't fight it. The dark side flows freely in you, but it has no channel. Use your pain to bring it forth. Use the Force to repel me."

The heads of Sage's arm snapped at the air, as his opponent beckoned. Eager to draw more blood, they reacted to the taunts with much less composure than Sage. To keep Viktor on his toes, Sage suddenly went whirling towards the pit fighter, his one-handed strikes moving in a blur from all different angles.

"Use the Force to repel me!" he shouted as a red blade assaulted his unarmored body from all angles.

[member="Viktor Noali"]

Viktor sure wasn't going to make it easy.