Dawn of the Titan Slayer

[Mythos]

Training must be constant in order to keep the edge in combat, if Mythos wasn't reading some ancient and probably useless history text of ancient galactic lore he was pushing his body to extreme measures to become the greatest warrior the galaxy has ever seen... or at least one of them.
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Somewhere in Hutt Space...

The sand kicked up hard as the jeers and taunts of a thousand or so spectators surrounded the arena of a clandestine fight staged by under-lords probably friends with the jackals or some hutt kingpin. A gamorean warrior and a human stood in the sands barred by a duracrete ring that sorrounded them, no weapons, just barefisted brawl for the prize money of about five thousand credits...

To Mythos this was petty change... he just wanted to fight.

The gamoran landed a savage left hook to the cheekbone sending a spurt of blood that ignited a roar from the crowd. Mythos fell back staggered by the blow. The gamorean was the champion of the fight club for three years running now, mostly because no one was stupid enough to face off against him after he ripped a Rancor singlehandedly with a broken hatchet....No one, that is except Mythos.

He showboated. Facing the crowd and raising it's beefy, bloodstained arms to the crowd enticing an even larger roar from the bystanders. Mythos wiped off the blood from his lip and stood back up, tightening the cloth in his knuckles. "I'm going to kark you up ugly, you just hit my pretty side" He said while spitting out blood, to which the gamorean laughed and motioned forward. The sand kicked up again...

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[Mythos]

With one boot after another Mythos sprinted towards the gamorrean with impressive agility, he saved most of his stamina for the later part of fights, a trick he learned with Darth Azurea back in his days in Glee Anselm, it always took the enemy by surprise when the fighter he was facing suddenly burst with power and energy that previously he had not shown. The gamorreans face reflected this with beading open eyes and reflexes that reacted a millisecond too slow. Mythos leaped with one foot and reached back with his right first,then swung a powerful straight punch while in the air, using it's momentum to add to the impact. It landed in a perfect angle directly in his opponents snout nose that threw the gamorrean straight out of his center of balance as the crowd gaped in awe and disbelief.... yet he did not fall. The warriors name was Guna, from the clans of Gamor and tinik, a great warrior and a noble honorable fighter as well. Mythos knew this... he also knew this fights odds were stacked so heavily against him a twenty credit bet on him would net up to five hundred and for good reason.

Mythos did not let up and rushed forward, pushing on his fleeting advantage and closed in tightening his fists before his face in a defensive stance and posture then let rip with a combo of two powerful left hooks to the body that came with added power thanks to his tight posture and then ended with a ripping uppercut to the chin. Yet the blows felt like landing on solid rock, the Gamorrean did have the air knocked out of his lungs yet he did not step back, he took the blows with stride and countered by grabbing Mythos with his massive hands and an incredible power from his shoulders, then chucking him like a rag doll directly into the duracrete wall behind him.

The impact and crack Mythos made when he hit the wall was so sickening the entire crowd recoil, it was a conclusion it would seem to most and the betting handlers were already quickly on their way to tally up the earning and collect the credits.​

 

[Mythos]

The Gamorrean champione growled as he felt his face and noticed a tusk was knocked out because of the uppercut yet his eyes remained fixed on the body of Mythos that he could clearly see was moving. The crowd took a bit longer to notice that Mythos was getting up, Mythos took even longer to notice that a rib was cracked...again. Yet he pushed through the pain... without the darkside of the force to aid him pain felt so much more real and harder to deal with. Mythos however was a warrior and a damn good one at that, he put one knee in front of the other and put his eyes back on the stomping gamorrean champion that came straight towoards him intending to finish the fight before it dragged on any longer.

When they were within striking distance Mythos pulled from deep inside of his very soul, his will power and inner strength that did not come from the force but from a hardened and polished character and sense of determination. He fought back... he struck first and with everything he had screaming as he rose from the ground like a wild animal aiming for the Gamorreans' stomach center with a straight punch.

The combo he had given earlier had knocked some wind out of the champion but this strike hurt him bad, Mythos could feel something crack behind his knuckles as he landed the blow and he knew now was the time to keep pushing, to keep fighting and to never, ever give up. Mythos knew he could and would win. The pain of his cracked rib ripped through him and he aligned his back and rose one knee up to his chest while grabbing the Gamorreans tusks and leaped to drive his other knee directly into the reining champions snot nose so hard this time he did fall back and landed on the sand with a Thud.

The crowd went ballistic. The sand hopped up and down with the screams and horns of the onlookers yet Mythos was not about to showboat like his opponent did, he knew better than that. A few years ago an opponent managed to slam Guna hard into the sand, only to have the mighty Gamorrean get up and rip his head off his shoulders with a single tug and pull. He took this time to recover some stamina and steady himself for what would be another round...

The champion began to get up.

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[Mythos]

Now they were both hurt, Guna has a fractured rib cage and Mythos had a full blown busted rib that to anyone else would have meant the end of the fight because of the unbelievable amount of pain it caused yet adrenaline and an urge to compete and to fight was greater than the pain. Guna rose pretty quickly for a warrior his size and stood facing Mythos with a different look in his eyes... Mythos knew something had changed in the demeanor of the reigning champion of the flight club. Guna stretched his back and arms lazily, cracking his bones as he did... a universal gesture of "Chit is about to get real, real quick"

Real chit did get real... and quick.

Guna apparently had the same mentality of Mythos, saving his stamina for when later in the fight to be able to explode into motion surprising his enemy by sheer ferocity and power in the least amount of time. Guna ran head long into a bulrush Mythos was very poorly prepared for. Gamorreans by nature have incredible strength and power behind their muscles and when, by genetics, their frame is unnaturally large that is only amplified ten fold. Mythos pushed back but it was like pushing back against a gravsled filled with cortosis beams going in a steep downhill drag.

He was slammed against the duracrete, the impact hurting his already heavily injured rib cage and shattered rib. Mythos screamed in pain, unbelievable pain yet still he refused to surrender. The champion pressed hard against the duracrete, seeking to crush Mythos between the wall of duracrete and his massive frame effectively snapping him in two like a twig and if Mythos didn't do something fast that is exactly what was going to happen. He thought back to basic training in Naboo and basic close quarter combat training, there were no rules in war as so there were no rules here either, immediately Mythos reached to his midsection with both hands, not to separate or create distance between himself and Guna but to gain access to the face of the gamorrean champion. Once he felt the warm breath of the snout of the gamorrean, he placed both thumbs into where he thought his opponents eyesockets would be and proceeded to try and gouge out his eyes with his bare hands...

Gunadid not budge, he pressed onward trying to break Mythos' spine in half only to find the warriors hands spiking inside of his eyeballs and going in fast and hard. Guna lost his left eye. Guna also felt his left eye pop. Guna knew if he pressed forward some more he would loose his right eye as a combo pack and the shattering pain of blood and ooze from his broken eye socket was fair warning. For the first time in the fight the champion shrieked in pain loud enough to make the crowd gasp and even the commentator went silent as they could't readily figure out what was exactly going on until Guna pulled back, hauling Mythos with him and chucking him across the arena. Guna rapidly went to hold his eye and wipe away the fluid and blood oozing out.

Mythos's assassin-like agility gave him the ability to turn and steady in mid air and land on his feet and battle-ready. The pain of his rib cage still debilitating him and raking through him like sith lightning, still he screamed through it and broke the pain... he bent it to his will. Now it was his turn to go on the offensive.​

 

[Mythos]

Two warriors in the sands, the crowd going crazy and only one of them could leave the arena as champion of the underground ring of fighters. Mythos moved quickly, sand blasting behind his boots with every stride. Guna roared with fury, seeking to end this battle and crush the man who took his eye all the while using the pain of the injury and the adrenaline of combat to surge him forward into battle... but Mythos was faster. Before Guna could get momentum to form a stride to attack Mythos was already on him landing a flurry of punches that began with two strikes to the face with unrelenting fury. Guna swung back but Mythos bobbed and weaved to dodge the blows then twisted and brought his leg up in an axe kick to the face that delivered quite the amount of damage going as far as pushing the gamorrean back when followed with two consecutive wheel kicks to the face in rapid succession ending with a lunged elbow to the injured eye of the Gamorrean.

Guna had enough. He grabbed Mythos by the shoulders in a rage of fury and slammed his head against Mythos' with a sickening impact so powerful it opened a gash in the fallen kings' head that started pouring forth blood like a miniature fountain of red. Guna wasn't done, he let Mythos have one more blow before he moved. A sickening left hook to the body that broke yet another rib with it's fury. Mythos felt it in his very soul. The crowd leaped from their chairs in unison smelling blood, sensing the kill. Mythos fell to one knee before Gula grabbed him by the neck and his pants and hoisted him over his head.

This was his signature move. The destroyer.
A foul wind swept through from the bazaar outside, the smelled of freshly cooked foul kill permeated through the air as a vast array of foods began to fill the crowds empty chairs. The baazar had a special of foods and drinks unlike any in the galaxy in either vileness or appetite that ranged from many species. Mythos was fleeting, he had taken a tremendous beating, more than most men could endure and his body was failing like a clogged flux capacitor intake. He thought of [member="Serena Bouie"], the mother of his child Adas and how her and him with Kida needed him alive and strong... they needed him to win...

The crowd began to chant. Roar and scream but mainly chant. "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!" The move consisted of Guna rasing his victim over his head and tearing the victim apart from the midsection with his vicious strength. He had done it to wookies and thrandoshans... both species with a lot more consistencies and fiber than a Human... but this wasn't just any human. This was Lord Mythos... and he wasn't done.​

 

[Mythos]

So there he was raised above a gamorrean warriors head being hoisted and about to be literally split in two then having his blood and entrails fall on top of the champion like a red rain, this was partially why the move was such a hit with the crowd. Mythos had seen it before, he saw how the champion fought years ago as an acolyte in Tatooine shortly before getting almost arrested by the Techno Union in it's glory days. Mythos made an effort to clench his body and force himself backwards from the pull of the gammorrean yet that was not the strategy. He intended to counter the move... not break from it. That was the mistake the previous challengers had made, they resisted the move and when they relented back the momentum pulled them the other way and yanked their midsection apart in one fell swoop.

Mythos put one hand over his fist and twisted giving way and directing his elbow straight into the exposed temple of Guna. It landed spectacularly and with tremendous impact immediately breaking the hold of the gamorrean champion and sending him sprawling back several steps. Mythos roared both in pain and in defiance, his rib cage again giving him massive problems to coordinate because of the intense internal injury the separated bone did to his body. Even so Mythos did not back down, he was going in now for the kill and squared up rapidly seeing that Guna was staggered by the mighty blow.

The stance he acquired was adapted by himself, it was a mix of Juyo and Jar'Kai adapted to unarmed combat. Open palm in his left hand facing forward and a clenched fist by his midsection, he approached Guna with a rapid two front step to which the champion responded with a mighty swing. Mythos strafed to the left, narrowly avoiding the blow... he was going to take advantage of the blind spot he had created by gouging out his eye. Mythos took the advantage and started going to town on the gamorrean who by now because of his sheer size and weight had lost stamina and was visibly panting and gasping for air. Mythos punched the warrior with a powerful straight punch then followed up with a back handed fist with the same and struck him again with his open palm in a chop over his blind eye that sent Guna one more step back while he swung a wild uppercut that Mythos stepped inside of and took advantage of, grabbing the elbow and controlling the center of balance of his opponent.

He slammed his forehead against the snout of Guna, twice, thrice and a fourth time opening his own forehead with a gush of blood. Gunas knees buckled, Mythos put one boot in his opponents knee while still holding his arm and swung a beautiful roundhouse kick that landed gracefully and got him on the other side of his opponents arm. Guna reeled back, giving Mythos leave and leverage to kick hard behind his knee and dropping the mighty champion..

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[Mythos]

Silence fell before the crowd of onlookers, betters, hosts and patrons of the fightclub as the mighty champion fell to one knee and Mythos stood holding his shoulder by the forearm and pinning it against his own mighty underarm. Mythos started raining blows on the champion from above with his left hand, fist after fist started to break the face of the champion more and more with each landing blow. Savagley Mythos pulled from inside him, through the pain of his injuries to land a furious knee to the snout of the champion that sent him down to the sand with a loud thump, the sand kicking up beneath him hard and the boom of the crowd shattered the roof. The champion was seemingly defeated... Yet in this contest of strength, skill and fighting ability the fight was over when one of the combatants or both were dead.

Mythos stood before him and looked into the fleeting eye of the champion, blood and shattered bone along with ripped muscle decorating his destroyed face, Mythos' very hands were shattered in multiple places especially the knuckles that were already peeled to the bone. He lifted up one boot and with mighty force let it come down upon the champions' face, shattering his skull into a thousand pieces, then lifting up his firsts in victory and allowing himself a mighty roar that the crowd reciprocated enthusiastically.

The fight was over... The servicemen of the hutts and the employees of the fight club, species from every known corner of the galaxy and some even unknown to Mythos himself poured into the arena to retrieve the corpse of Guna and begin cleaning up the sands by raking them with sonic cleaners and tractor rays. Behind them was the game master, a host and a crime lord at the levels of Cadan Tazi but much less famous... He considered that a good thing.

"Ladies and gentlebeings of the War Games the fight is over!! We have a new champion to crown!"​

 

[Mythos]

Mythos felt himself swooning, blood and pain wrecking havoc alongside fatigue and internal injuries made the new champion of the wargames arena, The Fallen King himself almost hit the ground right then and there... yet something beyond scientific understanding kept him standing... Spirit. A warriors spirit and a will to survive indoctrinated inside Glee Anselm and the training rooms of Ophidia and the Sith Assassins. Mythos was now, even without the force, a true warrior and he proved it to himself this day. The Phindar game master, as the title called him walked around the arena pumping up the crowd and wearing an elaborate white cape and dress that seemed very out of place for hutt space or anywhere else for that matter.

"We have witnessed a true battle of warriors and strength this day everyone, and we have but one man to thank for this spectacular and bloodthirsty bout we have just enjoyed...." He said, coming closer to Mythos with a set of Duro bodyguard wielding heavy weaponry, Mythos eyed the guns first then his steely eyes made their way to the Duro males' eyes. In his mind Mythos was preparing an attack should they try and kill him, shoot at him or try and capture him.In Mythos' mind.... any sudden movements, pointing the barrel slightly at his person would set him ballistic and he would begin first by snapping the Phindar's neck in a second.

The Phindar did not seem concerned about anything at this moment except for whispering something into Mythos' ear. "Hey muh man, you got a name? we did not catch it in the registration... i don't know how the lily livered chaos that happened but... Can you gimmie' somethin' flashy?" He said, leaning into Mythos' ear with a raised eyebrow and a businessman's tone. *I know* Mythos wanted to say, yet he just smirked and scoffed. "Slayer.... My name is Slayer"

The Phindar smiled widely as he heard the name... a damn good name, sportsman like, would attract the crowd in a visceral way... would reek in a whole lot more money than he was used to. But it needed something else... the gamemaster took it upon himself to add a little spice as he held the shining, Impervium alloy title to the new champion upon his shoulder.

"The One! The Only! The Intergalactic Fighting Champion! The Titan Slayer!!!"

and so the name was born...​