Iziz VS Eryi - A New Challenger Appears.

[Iziz]

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Iziz had been training more intently as of late, the newly knighted Sith sparred many in the pits, his three light-sabers secured on his person as his coup-de-graces remained a well hidden secret even among many of the assassins, only the few he had been in conflicts with to date knowing any of the more in depth details of the lethal weapon he had coiled like a serpent around his chest. The focused and chaotic Jawa walked heavy footedly toward the training arena after hearing of an opponent who had been seeking to prove themselves for prowess... to the point that it seemed that even some wagers had been made on the outcome of the battle... Iziz could not help but sigh at the politics of combat within the Sith, though, he was interested in breaking in a new member of the assassins, as well as get some more training in, Iziz by the day was getting better and better with his control of the force, though, ever since he had the brand printed on his arm, he had been missing sections of time, as if when he tried to remember, there was a gaping maw which created an abyss where his memory would once be, its corrupting tendrils threatening to trap his mind should he stray and focus there for too long.

Something was wrong with Iziz, and he didn't know what...

Though, wearing the armour of the assassin, as well as his hat, Iziz marched along, his bio-luminescent eyes glowing like the suns of tatooine as a door opened, and the hallway opened up into the grandiose arena before him, the seating around the arena seemed to be littered with Acolytes and others alike who had come to observe the fights, of which Iziz's was scheduled to be next.

Without any mental conflict nor fear, the somewhat now contented Jawa stepped up to the solitary platform in the center of the dueling arena. Extending one of his arms and lifting himself up onto his toes to view the control panel before hitting the button which would cause the lift to begin descending to the combat floor with a low gearous churning as it descend deeper and deeper, the echoes of the gears filling the room while the pressure change caused a breeze, disturbing the dust from the long hanging crimson banners which decorated the room... At the base of the arena it seemed that any trace of the sand had been removed, as well as the rubble which proved to be an obstacle in earlier fights, meaning that all they would be fighting in at the foot of the vertical tunnel would be little more than a battle-scarred durasteel amphitheater which expanded out in every direction from the center, wide enough to never need to worry about being backed into a corner, especially for a fighter of Iziz's diminutive size.

Sitting down cross legged in the arena, it seemed that the Jawa was the first to be here, so, moving across the arena, waddling slightly side to side he would make his way to the steps on one side of the amphitheater, taking a seat and crossing his legs, using whatever time he had to focus on his hunger, the emptiness in his stomach acting as a catalyst for his strength as he began to remember his times of fighting for his life down alleyways for whatever scrap of food he could find... remembering that the taste of rodian was something that took days to fade from his mouth... but as the hunger grew, Iziz could feel himself getting stronger, awash with the power of the force which swelled around him like he was submerged in an ephemeral ocean, drawing in both power and focus for the trial to come.

Iziz's eyes opened, and with them the radiant light flared for but a moment and dimmed when his opponent entered the arena.

 

[Eryi Mogeko]

Today was not a day that had any plans, nor a day which Eryi felt particularly enthused by. She rolled out of bed, brushed her teeth, chewed on some steak and wandered into the shower. Throughout this preparation something was happening, elsewhere, unbeknownst to her, but it was unimportant to the girl. After her shower she dressed, wearing the same indispensable clothing she always wore. Eryi yawned, stretching her arms as high as she could before slumping back down in a chair. "I wonder where Sitara is..." She thought while rotating in the seat slowly. "I guess.. I'll have to go find her." Eryi smirked.

The girl launched from her chair in a haphazard manner, knocking over a lamp as she bust through the bedroom door. A sudden thud as the door met opposing force, knocking an apprentice (seemingly in a hurry to be somewhere) to the ground unconscious. Without taking notice, Eryi skipped happily along the halls to look for Sitara. She stopped and stared down anybody that dared to look at her, taking her time in the incredibly unlikely search for Sitara. Rocking up at Tara's door eventually, Eryi banged it down exclaiming "I'm here!"

To no avail, as Sitara appeared to not be there. Eryi slumped back down onto the floor, "Well... Guess I'll just wait here..." Although she knew there was no way she, of all people, could sit and wait for someone. Within the minute Eryi wandered to her vessel to cook some Wookie steaks, preparing them in the event that Sitara would come back meanwhile. The girl neatly placed them onto a service tray from her ship and began rolling it through the hallways, right up until she arrived in a large room, with people lining the sides and a small creature in the center.

"Are all these people here to try my food?.. They must be...." Eryi smiled and rolled her service tray into the center.

"I present to you all, Wookie tenderloin!" She shouted, lifting the metallic cover from her dish and revealing its contents to her audience. "That'll be five hundred credits per steak." Eryi especially focused on the small creature, which appeared to be what some people called a.. Juhwa?

[member="Iziz Vei"]

 

[Iziz]

Iziz looked to the opponent who had made her way into the middle of the arena, her smug attitude was doing her little favors, something flickered within Iziz, something deep, dormant, like a Tukata trying to claw, rip and tear its way out from the inside shredded into his mental defenses as a presence within him began to take hold, whispering into his ear vile things, suggestions, acts. The brilliant gold of Iziz's eyes began to be poisoned by red lines as the capillaries behind his eyes were blood-shot, like vines of crimson spreading across his corneas as Iziz bit his lip, standing, and staring down his opponent he would draw but one of his smaller light-sabers, extending the blade at its full length with a violent snap-hiss which cracked like thunder, the super-heated plasmic blade ripping through the air and shredding the atoms into what little pieces they could be split into.

'Rip it to peaces... don't leave a single thing left standing...'

A voice within Iziz spoke, and so, like a man possessed, Iziz cocked his head to a side as he charged his opponent, not himself, but not entirely something else either. Iziz would charge across the battlefield at insane speeds, little more than a blur in the colour of his assassin robes to the basic human eye, Ten meters would be bridged in a heart-beat after which Iziz would feel the force flow through his body, reinforcing his movements but most of all, enhancing his speed. The next kick off the ground would find him moving at double his speed toward [member="Eryi Mogeko"] , Blade in hand Iziz at the very last second would move to side-step the humanoid standing before him, skidding low along the sand-polished ground to her left, he would take a swipe for her knees with his light-saber before leaning, putting more weight in his feet and allowing the force of his skid to push him up to a low crouching position again.

Should he make it past her, Iziz would quickly flick change the gear on his light-saber, ejecting the second blade from the base of the hilt, and throw it for her opposite side compared to where he had just attacked, spinning like a helicopter blade for her other arm, after any movements had been made. The light-saber had his telekinetic control coiled around it, making it spin faster, the blades blurring to look more like a disc as they were thrown. hewing through the air and buzzing like the wings of a hundred humming-birds as the blades intended to crash into her right arm deep enough to make the arm useless... Iziz was ready for some forms of counter-attack, aborting his slide and rolling while skidding further to the left to gain some distance would be one of them, in which he would round himself off coming up to his feet as he would still throw the blade as he rose in the same manner for the same location.

 

[Eryi Mogeko]

As Eryi summed up the crowds' reaction to her delicious food, the small, somewhat strange creature began to move. She had been involved in skirmishes before, even having fought a Jedi in the past. Though there were little similarities between then and now, something still remained in the girl's advantage. The small creature moved with a lot of intensity, so much that based on her knowledge of physics and sand the girl saw an opportunity. Placing one hand on her hip, the girl would simply wait and see what happened, though considering his fast movement she had to come up with a plan.

Using the resources she'd been given, Eryi would kick the service cart that she'd wheeled in at the creature, which had seemingly become her opponent. It was a waste of food, at most. This would hinder the creature's advance at the very least, she'd use this time to draw her lightsaber, using her right hand to wield it. Eryi kept her left hand somewhat raised, holding the dish she was earlier displaying to the crowd which still proudly kept the meat upon it. The girl didn't have many means of offence and would seemingly have to come up with a plan. "I guess I'll just ride this one out, Sitara must be around here somewhere with so many people around... I'll just play here until I can go make some more food."

She still wasn't quite sure what the creature's motives were, just that they were hostile. Eryi prepared for his next advance by imagining what kinds of food his species could be used to make.

[member="Iziz Vei"]

 

[Iziz]

As the Jawa charged the female seemed to be oddly ready for his assault, pushing her cart violently forward to the Jawa in a hope to intercept his path as he picked up speed towards her. Watching from the subtle movements in her muscles as well as her leg kick out at the cart with intensity as the cart began barreling in his direction the Jawa took this time to act in turn... eclipsed by the size of the cart where it mattered the Jawa, like throwing a discuss hurled his blade horizontally in the direction of the cart, using the follow through from the side-slung throw to roll to a side out of the way of the trolley. The Blade, on such an angle that it would plow its way through the cart and continue to head in the direction of Eryi. The disc like weapon spinning at such a pace that by the time the first blade had made a full rotation it had opened up enough of a hole for the second blade to pass over again before he handle hit anything solid, allowing his weapon to buzz its way through the cart without resistance in the slightest as it would make its way to his opponent. Telekinetic control enhancing it's spinning force as it cascaded through the air intending to claim its target in the chest.

After his side-step Iziz would follow up the blade, oddly almost keeping up with his speed as he arched slightly to attack from her flank. Drawing his second blade from his waist, he ignited the top of it's humming blades as he would speed in, with an attempt to intercept the dodge she had made with a single, two handed strike for her side. Keeping mindful of the position of his own blade as he intended it to later return to him depending on her next movements, it was the first part of his combat stratagem, though he was interested what other kind of weapons she had on her person, observing her to see if she had anything else visible to the naked eye.

She had drawn her light-saber, so, at the very least it seemed that he would be fighting a combatant that at least had some prestige in the finer arts of dueling, though, he had been wrong before..

[member="Eryi Mogeko"]

 

[Eryi Mogeko]

Eryi, if anything, was skilled when it came to angles. She loved the art of mathematics, solving problems and figuring out complex puzzles. Observing the Jawa's lightsaber as he threw it, Eryi calculated the amount of spins it would make before reaching her and where it would be within the next second. Her mathematics hadn't been wrong before, although the blade seemed to spin faster than she anticipated. Using this knowledge she could deduce her opponent was force sensitive, or the lightsaber was modified. Either way she had to be on her guard, his movement towards her still hadn't lost its intensity as he approached from the flank.

Judging by the creature's size Eryi calculated the length of his strides, counting the steps he made at the same time and deducing how many would be required to reach her. The girl swiftly moved to action, she would carefully intersect the spinning saber's arc to carry and deflect it towards the Jawa that quickly closed in on her, using her knowledge of angles to judge where her blade's intersection was appropriate for the desired outcome. She would merely let the speed of the spinning lightsaber do its job without adding anything to it, although she would keep her lightsaber aimed at her opponent after the maneuver.

Eryi's body would turn somewhat with the Jawa's movements, although she would only come to fully face him as she turned her body to deflect his spinning lightsaber. Once again, she would remain on the defensive, simply deflecting his own lightsaber in place of an attack on her part.

[member="Iziz Vei"]

 

[Iziz]

The girl before her seemed to have a talent for deflection, something learned and trained, honed like a fine blade to the point where she was able to not only calculate the spin force of the weapon, measure its trajectory, the pattern of the spinning blades, analyse its force based on momentum and what forces and angles she would need to create in order to collide her light-saber with his own flying disk. Though, thank-fully, Iziz's grip and focus on the blade made his next move rather easy. Jumping over the horizontally spinning blade, which, crashed against her blade like a spinning buzz-saw, on such an angle hitting the tip of her blade that it would almost potentially violently knock the weapon to a side due to the weightless blades' axis working as a lever against the strength of her own wrists. Iziz would perform a quick jump over the spinning blade as it almost reached his knees, while vertically upside down, the rotating blades passing under his head, Iziz outstretched a single hand, thrusting it for the center of the blades and catching the lone save-zone, clicking the dials so that the reverse grip facing blade retracted, leaving only the one blade facing skyward in each of his small grips before landing firm footed on the ground afterwards.

Dashing forward, no longer needing to split his focus on the telekinetic hold of his flying light-saber, Iziz was able to dedicate himself into his force speed, to such a level that he would dwarf the force-less characteristics of his opponent. Reaching his opponent in a fraction of a moment, the weapon in his left hand ready to parry or veer off her waiting weapon should he have to to close the gap between them, and so, he would begin his dancing dervish. Spinning on his heel as his opponent now faced him, Iziz would push his advantage of speed and his two weapons with an incredible flurry of calculated advancing strikes. His eyes darting to each moving point on her body as she made sudden moves to counter-act his own. Iziz's first action would be to put his defensive blade between her own weapon and himself in such a manner that the weightlessness of her weapon at its tip, could not over-power even his own meager strength closer to the center of his blade, using this he would step in and attempt a strike for the outside of her left shin, in such a manner as he would remove the limb entirely and trace diagonally up with the blow, never ceasing his forward motion as he did so.

From this point, a hunch growing on him that his speed would be able to with relative ease push her onto a defensive, he would push that advantage, throwing advancing diagonal blows for her legs and torso as he would literally chase her with advanced speed, as, any block she intended to make against one weapon, would be found immediately with a blow thrown for the wrist of her saber-hand with iziz's second weapon... However, the Jawa could slowly feel his focus taking a toll, as he began to slip into a focused mindset, slowly narrowing his focus on her, and only his attack, and only his drive to win, rather than the wider picture and remaining alert to outside influences.

[member="Eryi Mogeko"]

EDIT: 10/10/2015

And as Iziz quickly overcame his opponent, he could tell it was done, grazing cuts across her limbs as the Jawa's knight ranked force enhanced speed blatantly overwhelmed her defenses... though she was fast, there was just no match for the swiftness of the jawa, light, clippling incisions were made in her skin, nothing fatal, but enough to immobilize her... the duel was done, and Iziz bowed to his opponent, the crowd roaring as Iziz left the arena.

[exit thread]

 

[Eryi Mogeko]

Unable to react in time to the Jawa's advance as she lacked the ability to use any force powers to keep up, Eryi's defense crumbled. As quickly as she'd arrived, her left leg was lopped off two inches below the knee, along with her left arm. Thanks to the lightsaber's properties, she wouldn't bleed out from these wounds. It would be interesting shopping for some replacements however. She did have a shop of limbs to pilfer from after all. Sitting up and dragging herself along the ground, Eryi retrieved the wookie steak she'd made and flung it into the crowd before waving as if the curtains were closing. Following this was the awkward struggle to hop her way to the exit and find a moment's peace on her ship.

[member="Iziz"] I was afraid I'd have to butcher a response but that saves me a lot of time!