Honor Scorned (Idruin vs Cordel)

[Isar]

[member="Lucien Cordel"]

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Aleksandr wiped a sweaty brow as he stood upon the sands of the Cauldron. He held his saberstaff in his left hand and glared out across the intervening distance between himself and his foe, a High Councilor of the Fringe. How dare he call him a fool-headed, honorless youth and impugn further on Idruin's already tarnished record! The words had stung like a blow to his face. Laughingstock of the Sith, hated by the rest of the Galaxy. He quivered with rage. He'd done the only thing one could do in response to such a comment. He'd challenged Lucien Cordel, High Councillor of the Fringe to an Agni Kai a Kaggath.

The crowds looked on with bated breath, thankful for more sport. Idruin himself hated those vultures. They just wanted his blood, or Cordel's. What did they care about honor?

The youth shifted his stance so that he stood square shouldered, facing Cordel. Idruin wore only light robes of deep crimson and boots of black spunplast. No armor. It would aid his preferred usage of Ataru. With a glowering gaze settled upon Cordel, he activated his saberstaff. The twin red blades sprang to life with snap-hisses.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien walked out into the arena still bemused at the course that events had taken. He had just been sat on the balcony of his upstairs reception room enjoying his early morning tea when a youth clambered over his outer fence. Guards were summoned, tea was drunk (exclusively by Lucien) and some hurtful things were said (mainly by Lucien) and in the end Lucien found himself collapsed in a patio chair laughing at a teenager who had just challenged him to a kaggath.

Lucien had been so amused that he had restrained himself from having [member="Aleksandr Idruin"] executed and instead agreed to battle him. Lucien had also suffered a small attack of charitableness and allowed the youth to set the parameters of the kaggath. He was mildly disappointed that he would be unable to unleash the combined power of three planets against the idiot child but a gentleman must stand by his word, thus Lucien accepted the parameters and had the boy removed from his estate.

The sun stung Lucien's eyes as he strolled into the arena with his valet and a young serving boy. He looked to his challenger then indicated indicated for his Valet to remove his jacket he had arrived for this duel wearing his usual attire a finely tailored three price suit this selection was cut from a pale brown fabric, this was paramount in order to avoid sand stains being noticeable ... That would be most embarrassing. In addition to that his suit had alittle extra somthing (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/33196-elegance/) .Lucien lifted his saber from the young servant boys caring cushion, Lucien then took a moment to investigate the hilt for finger prints image was the most important thing to lucien.

"And so it begins" Lucien remarked as he closed the distance between himself and the boy. Lucien's servants retreated from the arena and Lucien ignighted his saber.

 

[Isar]

The man wore a suit to a duel. Idruin's features twisted into a sneer. Arrogant bastard, he would show him what this 'youth' could do. Aleksandr launched himself forward, accelerating his movements with Force Speed so that he bounded across the sand and crossed the intervening distance between himself and Cordel in a blur of movement.

Idruin kicked at the ground with his left boot, spraying sand up and toward his opponent's eyes, then he used his remaining momentum to vault up into a cartwheel that carried him spiraling over Lucien's head. Hopefully the sand would have blinded Cordel and caused him a second of disorientation so that when he finally realized that the youth was now behind him it would be too late. Aleksandr thrust at the man's back with his double-bladed lightsaber even as he landed on his feet with a soft thump.

[member="Lucien Cordel"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien was arrogant that was not contested. He was however not a bastard, his parents had been married three years when Lucien had been born. It was a shame that [member="Aleksandr Idruin"] had not vocalised his thoughts, it may have led to Lucien acting uncivilised and making Idruin's head explode. Now that would have been a show for the audiance. However that didn't happen instead the youth launched at him And much akin to a toddler he kicked sand around. It had the disired effect Lucien was temporarily disorintated .

He didn't see the boy leap over him, he heard him though. His heightened awareness picking up the subtle swish as the acolyte lept over him. Lucien span out of the way of the lunge the saber grazed his hip, luckily for him his alcamlised suit could withstand such trivial abrasions. It was Lucien's turn to strike his raised his left hand and unleashed a torrent of lightning at the boy. Lucien then back peddled a little increasing the space between them. He needed to focus and plan how best to put this boy down.

 

[Isar]

The youth watched, surprise evident on his features, as the red blade of his saberstaff skimmed Cordel's hip, but seemed to do no apparent harm. Any normal man would've had been burned by even a grazing pass of the lightsaber, but this Fringe Councillor showed no signs of pain. Idruin's eyes widened and flicked from Cordel's impassive face to his outstretched hand. Blinding tendrils of lightning crackled from those splayed fingers and seared into Idruin.

Liquid fire seared through his veins and a scream of anguish tore from his throat. Vision disappeared, replaced by blackness spotted with afterimages of forking strands of electricity. Idruin flew backward and slammed into the sand, where he lay groaning. Tendrils of smoke curled from his body. The youth snarled, features twisting into a mask of rage and pain. He drug himself to his feet. Sand coated his back and the front of his tunic was a scorched mess. Idruin struggled for breath, lungs spasming.

Molten gold eyes focused on Lucien's suit-clad form and rage replaced panic.

A wordless roar burst from Aleksandr's lips and he stepped forward with his right foot, using the physical motion as a sympathetic connection to the Force, where he drew on his feelings of pain and anger and shaped them into heat. He drove his left fist in a punch toward Lucien, though the man stood ten paces away, and a fireball exploded from his hand to sizzle through the air toward Cordel's head. Idruin followed with a sweep of his left leg, drawing it out in a semi-circle kick that unleashed a horizontal chain of fire at shin-height toward Lucien's legs.

[member="Lucien Cordel"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

The boy fell over and began to crisp a little. This may have invigorated certain sith, Lucien was indifferent however. He took no pleasure in electrocuting a child. Lucien began to move forwards aiming to capitalise on the boys currant condition however before he could close in the boy sprang up and roared. "Insolent child" Lucien hissed under his bresth ... Had he been close enough he would have back handed [member="Aleksandr Idruin"]. Sadly he was still some distance away and the boy had not yet done a fire ball came hurtling through the air and like any sain person, Lucien ducked. It was then that a second stream of fire emerged heading for his legs. It was unavoidable all Lucien could hope to do was mitigate the damage he made and attempt to roll out of the firing line, he was not however spectacularly nimble and still sustained extensive burns on his legs.

Lucien was no stranger to pain, it would take more than a little fire to take him out. Lucien rose back to his feet slowly burning fabric clung to the flesh of his thigh and his shoes were burning in places it was agony. Standing still elevated the pain a little but not much. It was safe to say Lucien was now angered. He wished to end this duel now.

Fueled by rage and pain Lucien gripped the acolyte in the force raised him high into the air and slammed him down a metere or so away from himself.his aim was to shatter the boys legs forcing him to remain on the ground. Should his plan succeed Lucien would move forward and offer the child a choice surrender and live or do not and die. Of course if the acolyte didn't become immobilised then Lucien would remain were he was.

 

[Isar]

Dark satisfaction rolled through Idruin as he watched Cordel burn. The feeling of power radiated inside him. If he could set this Sith noble aflame, then he could do the same to the Jedi until he turned every single last one of them into a pile of smoldering ashes. The fingers of Aleksandr's right hand coiled around his saberstaff until the knuckles bled white.

Suddenly, Lucien recovered and raised a hand in his direction. Idruin's golden eyes flared in panic as he was lifted up into the air, a Force Grip wound tight about his body. As he rose high above the sands he lashed out with a vicious counter. A sheet of flame twice as wide as his body exploded from the palm of his left hand and seared through the air down toward Lucien. Behind the wall of fire, he launched another fireball. The combination would disrupt the telekinetic attack, he hoped. In order for a Force Grip to work even skilled users had to have a visual on the target, a line of sight. The sheet of flame heading toward Lucien would not only obscure Idruin from the man's sight, but would also provide a direct attack which the Councillor would have to counter.

Of course, even if Lucien let go Aleksandr would still have a ways to fall. Skill at Ataru would serve him well in that instance.

[member="Lucien Cordel"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien was not a fool enough to relax even as he sent [member="Aleksandr Idruin"] on an express way to shattered bones. It was quite lucky really considering the boy aimed to set him alight once more. Lucien growled as he lost line of sight. If only the gods (of which there were none) had favoured him as they did others may be then he could preform the impossible. Lucien could not brood on his mortal ineptitude for long however as there was a fire coming at him. He staggered backward agony shooting up his legs, he did however avoid the fire.

It appeared that the pair would be brawling for sometime much to Lucien's dismay. Lucien felt a more subtle approach might serve better. The fireball had cast dust into the sky that bought Lucien time to latch onto the acolytes mind and work to tear it asunder. If he was lucky the boy would be little more than a potato within minutes.

 

[Isar]

Aleksandr found himself hurtling toward the ground. His wall of flame had disrupted Lucien's line of sight, preventing the Councillor from chucking him toward the ground with all of his true power, but Idruin still whooshed down at a goodly pace. He tried to slow his fall, but the production of fire had taken much out of him. He slammed into the ground, ankle twisting in the sand with a savage pop.

The young Kro Var gasped in pain, falling to one knee. His chest was already a scorched mess from the lightning. Bits of fabric had melted, fusing with his skin from the heat. Now that his ankle was broken there seemed to be nothing he could do.

Aleksandr's eyes blazed then as he raged against the inevitable. He could still fight. He would still fight!

He swung his fist and produced a long whip of fire which he swung toward Cordel's torso, intending to wrap the coil of flame about his body.

[member="Lucien Cordel"]