Expect the Worst

[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor ​

Location: Maryx Minor​

Interacting with: [member="Koda Fett"]​

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Bralor almost had to hold back from being irritated about this. Fett was running - again. He had to run out of fuel eventually, but it would be a waste of time waiting for that. Charging forward, Kilum gritted his teeth as he felt blaster bolts strike off his Beskar, doing everything to try and force his body forward. He shot out of what was left of his whipcord, aiming it for Fett's leg - just as his other looked like it may have knocked the holocron off the side.

He didn't even notice if it did or not. Kilum rushed forward, trying to yank Fett back with the cord and clothesline him to the ground with all his body weight. If that was achieved he would mount him, raining down blows from his crushgaunt-powered fists to try and smash in Fett's visor and reach his eyes, break his nose, anything. It was survival and the instinct to fight that drove him now.

On the inside, Kilum was enjoying this far more than he would have just the money. He felt the thrill and adrenaline of a worthy fight that hadn't rushed through his veins in years. Finally, it all came up to his ears again. The rush of a dangerous opponent.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Maryx Minor, Sujimis Sector, Outer Rim Territories​

Interacting With: [member="Kilum Bralor"]​

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Whether he was running or finding a more advantageous position, it didn't matter. Especially since Bralor charged head on, nigh invincible as always. The bolts blackened the dark parts of his armor as he carried on through them. It was impressive, but such a thing caused him to grit his teeth and get the feeling he went for more than he ever bargained for with this hunt.

The chord snatched his lug, and his feet fell out from underneath him as a close-line met the upper portions of his chest. It was a strange feeling in all honesty. To be so close to a potential death was foreign now, it had been so long - too long even. He'd forgotten what it was like to almost die. With Kilum atop of him his left arm was raised in an attempt to block the flurry of punches that rained down upon him, the odd one slipping through the cracks.

Fett's right right hand curled into a fist, slamming it into the open wound clearly visible on Kilum's colorful abdomen. Bolt after bolt after bolt screamed from his wrist and into Bralor's side. The molten lava was so close he could almost feel it despite the armor's best attempt to prevent such a thing. If this didn't kill him then the next step was crashing a starfighter into him.

 

[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor ​

Location: Maryx Minor​

Interacting with: [member="Koda Fett"]​

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Bralor kept punching into Fett's face and wrist, and he wondered if his Crushgaunts were having difficult keeping up - he'd like to have more power in his strikes, something he decided he'd need to work on later, he thought. As some punches connected and the other kept striking Koda's arm, Kilum heard a crack or two coming from below him; though in his rush it was hard to tell if it was from his own hand or from Fett's wrist and face. He was hoping for the latter.

Suddenly he felt a coldness press against him, and the seething pain as several blaster bolts struck his unprotected side. Regardless, Kilum kept punching, unreleting...though it got slower, weaker. As his body struggled to manage with the energy output and attempts to regenerate, the Hunter finally passed out. He slipped off to the right, falling as his body caused a splash of molten orange and black lava to spray upwards.

His body burned. Everything was burning on the inside. His healing went into overdrive. His eyes shot open as he could only see a little near him; there it was. The small black triangle. What he came from. He gripped it tightly, holding onto it for dear life with one hand as he felt the searing, the burning and the pain start to roll onto his face. Kriff, it hurt. It was some of the worst pain he'd ever experienced. But he wasn't dying here - it wouldn't let him.

A hand shot out from the molten pool of death, a hand that was a mix of sinew, muscle and bone. It was from the arm that the explosives had exposed earlier, and they pulled out with them a damaged Hunter. The left side of Bralor's face was mainly muscle and bone, a permanent grimace of a skull on it as flames still licked across it. His exposed and burnt side exhibited the same licking flames and smell of burning flesh. But despite that, some of his armour survived.

More than that...he was healing. Parts of his face began to move back into place, the odd golden colour of his skin slowly recovering. His regeneration was at one of the fastest rates he'd ever seen it, and it was so hard to hold on, to pull himself just above the lava and hold there, the holocron hidden as he held it against his chest, between him and the volcano's wall. His arm quivered, most of his energy focusing on trying to rebuild his broken excuse of a body. Perhaps Fett would take the opportunity to shoot again. Perhaps not. It was hard to think.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Maryx Minor, Sujimis Sector, Outer Rim Territories​

Interacting With: [member="Kilum Bralor"]​

The Holocron was lost, or so he thought, but then again anybody relatively sane would themselves. Unfortunately he wasn't too knowledgeable on their properties and little did he know if they would survive such conditions or not. As Bralor rolled off, defeated, into the lava flecks splashed over the Mandalorians armor and seared small dents into it - only adding character to the worn suit. He rolled onto his chest, then stood to a knee and ultimately both feet. His T-Shaped Visor peered through and into the lava itself, the orange, red and yellow coloring of it reflecting off of the visor itself. If one thing was certain, it's that he should be dead. Even Bralor should know that much.

Fett began to turn, his head facing away as something moved within his peripheral vision. A hand, caked in molten lava, jutted outwards and gripped the rocks before pulling itself out of it. Koda just took a step back, giving the man room as the flesh regrew on his limbs. He know knew what it was, and as to why he couldn't die, the man very well was invincible. It was assumed now he was too weak and would need time to heal.

Intrigued by what may happen afterwards, Fett shot a glance at the exposed part of his head. Aiming his wrist mounted blaster at said part of the skull. If you shot through the brain, would he be dead temporarily? The shot rung out, and he stepped back once more - although it was likely he witnessed instantaneous results.

 

[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor ​

Location: Maryx Minor​

Interacting with: [member="Koda Fett"]​

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Oddly enough, Bralor could still mostly hear - his aural connections on the left side of his head were already beginning to hear, and the right side was fine, at least he thought so. So although he didn't hear much, one thing he did know was happening was Koda standing up and moving. He had to get out of this pit. Out of this volcano and back to the ship. Somewhere. He spoke, quietly and with a harsh voice that sounded like his lungs had been burning. Thankfully, his tongue was back.

"Ravage. The ship." Ravage was still in his helmet, even if the communication was slightly distorted. As he heard the shot fire, Bralor pulled up with his hand, trying his damnedest to get higher and avoid it in general. The shot still struck however, hitting into the already burned Beskar that had surprisingly, not melted and fused with his body. He was glad about that, at the very least. That would have been hell to recover from.

As his back singed from the pain and he hit the wall of the volcano's mouth thanks to the force, the Zetetic finally arrived. Pulling in near the mouth of the volcano, a Quad Laser began rapidly firing towards Koda, trying to either destroy the Hunter outright or chase him off so that Kilum could retreat. A voice emanated from the ship, loudly booming and echoing. "Retreat, Mandalorian insect! I will annihilate your very presence on this planet!"

Ravage was nothing if not loyal, he supposed.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Maryx Minor, Sujimis Sector, Outer Rim Territories​

Interacting With: [member="Kilum Bralor"]​

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Unlikely.

The prospect of getting torn apart by a Quad Laser, however, was a lot less appealing than witnessing Bralor's brains- or whatever it was that resided in that head of his splattered over the ground around him. He had to flee, as bad as it may sound... but fighting a man who cannot die and coming out alive with him caked in molten lava was most definitely a commendable effort.

"Spear. To me." His words were calm, all things considered. The Spear II, named after the Concord Spear that unfortunately found itself submerged in the swamps of Dagobah, began to make it's way towards him. It wasn't far, and in fact very close by. By the time the flames extended themselves from the jetpack's nozzles, subsequently causing him to move soaring into the sky - the Spear II was there. It's automated weaponry fired a barrage off in an attempt to distract Ravage. Though nothing serious was caused.

The ramp lowered itself after twisting around, Fett clambering on board and towards the cockpit itself in an entirely weakened state. He would leave Maryx Minor but the memory of Kilum Bralor, the man who could not die, lingered for more than it had any right too.

 

[Kilum Bralor]

Kilum Bralor ​

Location: Maryx Minor​

Interacting with: N/A​

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As he pulled himself up using the various handgrips and pushing his feet up where he was able, Bralor had a small smile spreading across his face. He gripped the holocron tightly against his chest, finally getting his arm up over the lip of the volcano and hoisting up the rest of his body. He crawled upwards, forcing himself up onto the Zetetic's ramp and laying across it. The smile grew a bit wider as his face began to take shape again - even his eye was growing back.

He supposed they could call this one a draw. Koda Fett had been the one that sent him down into the lava, but at the end of it - he got what he came for. Fett did not. The smile spread just a bit more as Bralor began to laugh, no doubt causing confusion in the AI that was piloting the ship and bringing him off Maryx Minor. It wasn't joy at the fact he won, or amusement that Fett had simply walked away without checking what he was holding.

Kilum was just pleased to have had that fight. It was more than just another scuffle, or shooting any old quarry from afar; he had been genuinely challenged by a worthy enemy, and he felt that he wanted to fight again. With both of them more focused on this damned thing than each other, it hadn't been the best of either of them; besides, he'd take any excuse to have another go. As he stood up, awkwardly walking towards the cockpit thanks to the pain he was still dealing with, one thought did go through his mind.

He supposed [member="Koda Fett"] really was that good.