GBA: Krest vs Felix Dunst

[Reverance]

Participants: [member="Krest"]
[member="Felix Dunst"]

Location: Myrkr
Time: Late in the night
Rules: Solid weapons only (not lightsabers). Projectile weapons are fine. Force will be very limited.
Canon: No

Ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? No? Well, you might tonight. The duelists find themselves in the thick of it...it being the jungle. It's sticky and humid and the threat of rain looms overhead. Popcorn showers are a constant reminder that nature doesn't really care what you have to think. But, then again, this specific mother nature provides numerous other examples of her indifference to the whims of sentience.

First and foremost, native ysalamiri infest every olbio tree in sight, sucking the nutrients and life from the trunks. As they sit, consuming of the life essence and masticating lazily, they eject a force nulling bubble of 10 meters in every direction. A boon to any non force user, a detriment to any who rely on the force. But these jungles are hungry as well, packs of feral vornskr roaming free and looking for the next meal, lashing out with their venomous tails. Only problem: While they are attuned to force sensitivity, proximity to a force user means likely collateral damage. It's dangerous times to associate with a forcie.

Special Considerations: 2 vornskr will attack the combatants (1 vornskr each) on their 4th post, respectively. This will occur again on their 8th post, respectively. After this point, the cycle will continue (12th post, 16th post, etc.) but the number of vornskr will double (2 vornskr each). Due to the Ysalamiri, the force will be extremely weak in this fight as the location of either combatant will weaken force usage. Should 40 posts be hit, the sun will rise and the attacks will cease.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest stepped on through the jungle, his signature blade Deus strapped to his side. Of course, here on this planet it may as well be a regular sword. The blade was more or less force dead here, save for the fact it could still reflect blasters and the like. The Zabrak was looking for a [member="Felix Dunst"] , his opponent for what ever kind of duel this was going to be.

So far, however, it seemed not a lot was going in his favor. With the bubbles going around, the most he could do is augment himself. Speed, strength, sight. Otherwise, the rest of his skills would be rendered useless by the bubbles. Even the barriers would be useless, less they were used on his flesh.

But this wasn't the first time he had to fight without the ability to use the Force, and even now he had more use than he did prior. Hopefully this would prove enough.

 

[Felix Dunst]

The incessant howling of the beasts echoed through the maze like jungle the two individuals found themselves abandoned within, the pale light of the moon shining dimly through the thick canopy above as it slowly became obscured by the gathering clouds above. The sound of branches shattering, puddles being stepped onto, and critters chirping and cooing from the tree tops mixed together to form a disturbing cacophony that ringed through the mans ears ears. Sweat poured down his face as his hands flailed wildly in front of him, knocking and twisting about the overgrown vegetation as he desperately ran as far as his trembling legs could take him. A simple slug thrower nestled firmly into the holster of his shoulder straps was the only protection the terrified man had on this nightmarish planet, a dozen bullets for his pistol to defend himself with and nothing more. His clothing was drenched in mud and water, ripped to pieces here and there as blood oozed down those small cuts he obtained from nature itself as he ran like a madmen. "Just-Haaah-a few more hours . . . A few more karking hours!" He muttered to himself between panting breaths, leaping over a fallen log in front of him only to tangle his legs and fall face first into the puddle of mud in front of him. Groaning in pain and anger, he quickly lifted his head and attempted to push himself onto his feet, his eyes widening slightly as he saw the figure of what appeared to be a humanoid in the distance.

[member="Krest"]

Spoiler

Dreadfully sorry for this, exams hit me harder than I would of liked.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Felix Dunst"]

And there he was, the Zabraks target. But the Zabrak had not actually been looking in the right direction. Back to Felix, Krest was none the wiser that the man was there, or that he had fallen. Infact, it didn't seem like Krest was even looking for him anymore.

Rather, he was looking at the massive dog across from him. The beast snarled viciously, flashing rather large teeth, and as ever, it's poisonous tail was flicking left to right. Within the red mans hands was his sword, it burning with a faint purple flame. This was only an aura, though. It had no effect in anything, save for sight. And thankfully, the beast had taken it as a real fire.

For now the beast kept its distance, growling from both it's throat and its stomach. It was a hungry fellow, and even the fear of fire wouldn't keep it back. Rather suddenly, it charged for Krest, leaping through the air to land upon the man. It's tail came around quick, and sadly for the Zabrak, he could only do one thing.

Which was thrust his blade into the maw of the creature. While he was able to kill it instantly, it came at the price of the tail slapping into his forward left leg. The barbs dug deep, and already his concentration was muddled. For now he kept the poison at bay through sheer will, but it would not be long before it took effect.

And all of this with his foe to his back.

 

[Felix Dunst]

Confusion and panic weighed over Felix's shoulders as the reflection of that purple ember flickered through his pupils, his body freezing in place as he watched the taller man battle and dispatch the canine beast with relative ease that only made him fear for his life all the stronger. His muddied fingers desperately clawed and pushed against the soggy ground beneath him, hastily crawling his way towards the closest tree he could spot. His breathing was ragged and heavy as he leaned his body against it as he sat down, hands desperately fumbling with the straps of his holster as he attempted to remove his weapon from its confines. "Come on . . . Feeeeeeeth, come on you son of a . . ." He muttered angrily under his breath as he inhaled through gritted teeth, an appreciative gasp slipping through his lips as he finally undid the buckle and pulled out the pistol. His fingers firmly grasped the handle of the gun as he brought it up close to his face, the barrel pointed upwards into the sky as he stood rooted in place. His body heaved heavily with each excessive breath he took, bits of his clothing floating precariously onto the small puddle around and underneath him. His eyes scanned the forest in front of him as that disgusting howling and growling continued to echo between the branches, swallowing hard as he slowly tilted his head to peek over towards the man only a few feet, if even that anymore, away from him.

[member="Krest"]