New Foes. (Ask before you join)

[Darth Ferus]

Taris. Well, part of it. In one of the few settlements left, a lone Zabrak sat at a bar, sipping from his own ceramic cup. Herbal tea from the smell of it, not the norm for someone walking into a mostly dead world. He was dressed in a light ragged cloak, it torn in most places. Underneath were a couple pistols and the hilt of a blade, though it didn't really look like the typical lightsaber. He kept his eyes forward on the bars far wall, listening to the idle conversations going on around him.

Some were about the large game on the planet, others were talking about possible artifacts lost within the ruin. But nothing of real importance to the Iridonian. What was special, were the Mandalorians. This planet was in Mando space, and his own heritage brought him here for something rather simple. A fight.

[member="Nulmak Volora"]

 

[Nulmak Volora]

[member="Krest"]

The mandalorian sat at the bar in a booster seat, the rather short patron was beginning to get drunk. The snivvian drank the best wine possible Alderanian Wine, The muscular, mini tank had drank two bottles by himself already, few beings could barely finish one! His Bucye was off at his left side, while the next bottle was in his right hand. The Iridonian could see this warrior had been through a lot, a scar ran down his left cheek from a mining accident, that much could be told. The Volora Clansmen's scar looked like a typical mining laser had formed the line across his cheek, his body looked like a rough, and muscular body developed from hard labor. The stocky figure looked like a target worth fighting, even drunk it seemed he could put up a fight. In the shady bar, he noticed the out of place character in this settlement "Hey you! Who are you looking at?" the drunken miner said, his voice imposing and commanding. Would Krest dare face the intimidating figure?

 

[Darth Ferus]

There was a pause as the Zabrak focused in on @[member="Nulmak Volora"] . A drunken miner was all he seemed to be to Krest. He would stand, finishing his tea. "Nothing really of importance. Shouldn't you be in the mines?" Krest would move past the Mandalorian then, working his way to the exit of the bar. He did have a purpose here, lets see if @[member="Nulmak Volora"] would follow.

 

[Nulmak Volora]

@[member="Krest"]

How dare this punk insult him, he was not just any regular miner, but a company owner " Karken Aruleti, im not just any miner I have a business full of warrior miners! " .The blue armor clad warrior placed his Bucye on his head, and dropped from his booster seat slightly clumsy stumbling to regain balance, his T-Visor after several minutes looked at his target. Blood would be spilled from this insult, did this pesky low life think he would let him walk away? Without a scratch? Nulmak was just as athletic as any larger being twice his size, and could generate enough physical force to do so. With ultimate explosion, the mini tank flung himself at his prey, the shining glow of his blue beskaram plunged at his target. If he connected to the zabrak, the blow would be devastating, and the warrior would successfully have tackled him to the ground, leaving a bruise or two, maybe a fracture. This would be a duel, and his T-Visor would be locked on his target the entire time, drunk or not this stranger would have a fight.

 

[Darth Ferus]

He had just made it to the doorway when @[member="Nulmak Volora"] tackled into him. The Zabrak was flung forward, landing on the ground with the small being firm on his back. With a groan, the man could already feel something broken. Maybe a rib? Well, he did get what he wanted. Pressing both his hands on the ground, he would send a force blast into the dirt to push not only himself up, but the small mando off of his back. Once on his feet, he would dart forward and turn, both hands up as he faces his mini foe.

 

[Nulmak Volora]

@[member="Krest"]

A force being, the mandalorian had only one other occasion with their kind, there use of sorcery proved there cowardice. The hit connected, with a loud slam to the ground, the two combatants were outside the cantina . But with the force involved anything was possible, especially out in the open, the force push caused the strong snivvian to fall backwards, and on his back. This gave an opportune moment for the rogue force being to strike him, his eyes peered through his T-Visor view, the drinks were making his reaction even slower then before. Perhaps this fight would not be as one sided as the warrior thought. "Is that the best you got? " , his helmets speakers blared, his eyes began to become blurry as he looked at his target .

 

[Darth Ferus]

Without a word the Zabrak would send his fists out, thrusting twice for the Mando's chest. But he was still a distance away. He would keep his hands up, staring at the smaller man. Then, the punches would come. A delayed force trick would send durasteel denting impacts the size of Krest's fists into the Beskar clad chest of @[member="Nulmak Volora"]. This was a trick used multiple times by the master to increase his range, but of course the closer he would be, the more damage it would do. At this range the most it could muster is knocking the mando off balance.

 

[Nulmak Volora]

[member="Krest"]

The mandalorians armor did its job, with the cushion insulated behind the tough beskar , his armor could take multiple impacts worse then this force push. Nulmak's armor was designed for high impact trauma, with the dastardly combo of beskar, combined with the cushion most impacts would at most cause him to lose balance. Nulmak's Beskaram had the material strong enough to withstand light sabers, blasters, and most debris.Add this with a cushion strong enough to absorb most physical impacts, and a force push would seem like child's play. But this being must have been strong with his sorcery ways, the force push still managed to push the already unbalanced warrior backwards onto the ground again. The warrior became frustrated, he had to close distance to even have a chance at beating his foe at this state. The muscle bound warrior, felt nausea, his alcoholic drinks were catching up with him, he had to remain focused. For if he barfed, he would need to take his helmet off beforehand leaving his face exposed, in an attempt to distract his opponent an object was thrown. This object was a nearby rock, the sith would have to make a choice, take a devastating rock moving at high speed at the body and counter that, or continue assaulting the warrior more. If the force being was going to beat him, he would have to try harder then using simple tricks.

 

[Darth Ferus]

The Zabrak raised a single hand to the rock. With a quick flick of his wrist, he sent the object off course, letting it sail harmlessly around him. Then his free hand came up. Rather than waiting, lightning cackled around his hand, then shot forth in another Force Push. Only this time, the Grey wasn't holding back. The blast would be more than enough to send the mando through the air, and it was charged with lightning, adding another factor to shock and stun. After the blast, the man would pull free his sword, the hard metal blade glowing an ominous purple glow. The blade was a version of a Sith Sword, only not dark. The blade could cut like a saber, if slower, but the most important part was the weight. The blade could both cut and bludgeon unlike a light saber. For now, he kept back, waiting to see what happened with his attack on [member="Nulmak Volora"] .