Obra-skai, oh my

[Ri'ven Gevrok]

Derriphan stepped of the ship that had taken them to Obra-skai and breathed in the cold air. With a few presses of buttons on his datapad he found his own ship was still parked were he had left it before he had gone drinking and somehow woke up on Tatooine.
Well he didn't mind that much since it had been an enjoyable trip, not counting his little feud with [member="Xavka Duquo"] that had started on board. "Well then you have fun bu bye now." He said mockingly to Xavka as he paid Nhadir and then left as he muttered "You horned savage" under his breath.
He pulled his hood over his head as the cold air of the frozen planet even permeated the space station to a degree and it was quite cool inside it. He was now headed to his own ship to get inside it and then just jump to a quiet system and just relax and meditate, or do a moving meditation of his forms as he usually did.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka let out a growl from the back of his throat as he heard Noxith's parting comment due to his excellent hearing that he had due to being a Zabrak. Pausing midstride, he looked at where he had been heading. In a docking station a few hundred metres away sat the antique ship he had aimed to purchase upon landing planet side before leaving immediately. Now though, plans had changed. Withdrawing his datapad his sent a quick message to the seller, letting him know that he would be delayed, before he set of in pursuit of Noxith. His pride and honour demanding revenge for the 'savage' comment, a slur against not just him, not just his Ru (Clan), but his people.

He caught up to the being less than a minuet later and grasped a hold of his collar as Xavka dragged Noxith outside into the icy and frozen lands of north Obroa-Skai. Releasing the reason for his anger, Xavka spun around to face him. "You may insult me, but do not think that you can insult res'Sharen (The People). Mali'kep!"


[member="Derriphan Itsu"]

 

[Ri'ven Gevrok]

Derriphan was half way to his ship when his collar was grabbed and he was dragged outside into the frozen lands outside of the space station. "Kam Is tave netvarka buti j'us ragas ajeusona!" He screamed at [member="Xavka Duquo"] as he was quite angry over the treatment and then when he was given the reason for it he couldn't help but laugh at him. "And you think doing this somehow disproves my point? You just proved it you idiot." He then said mockingly to Xavka as he floded his arms, mostly because it was freezing outside the space station.

(What in the hells are you doing you horned Idiot!)

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka snarled at Noxith, and twisted the hand that held his cane. Withdrawing the blade hidden within, the Zabrak brought it up to rest against the neck of the arrogant tlua.

He ignore the biting winds that whipped around him, biting at his tanned skin. He paid no mind to the howling and whispering of the winds that bit at him. All of his attention was focussed on the being before him. His cosh (pride) demanded that he not allow the honour of his people go unpunished.

"We will be fighting if you do not stop the insults"


OOC Note:

Spoiler

Sorry about how bad this post is, I couldn't think of what to write.

 

[Ri'ven Gevrok]

Derriphan smirked insanely when [member="Xavka Duquo"] threatened him with violence. "So you didn't see what I did to that xalonera pirate sosera?" He said with his eyes going nearly wide with something that gave it away to easily, he really wanted to fight Xavka from the first time he had seen the Zabrak fight.
He took a step back and pulled off his spiked chain belt and whipped it into a little circle at his side. "So all I have to say is... your people are savages and you'll fight me huh?" He then said as he smiled a smile so wide it showed his fangs quite well. Derriphan found battle intoxicating and fighting those he viewed as near equals to himself was the most fun he could have.

(It's ok happens, also not going to translate that bit of sith since it's just insulting words)

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

When Xavka saw Noxith's bared teeth, his instincts flared. As he lowered his stance slightly his face contorted fiercely. His upper lip curled back in a snarl, exposing his pointed teeth beneath. His eyes narrowed and his piercing yellow eye, his left, flashed in anger. The curl of his lip twisted the scars on his face into unnaturally deep crevices which shadowed half of his face.

Slowly, Xavka unwound the chain at his waist, the metal links softly meeting each other as the movement jostled them, causing metallic clicks to ring around Xavka and his opponent. Eventually, Xavka to held a chain whip, although his was smooth and was currently coiled in his left hand while his right held the handle. The only part of his whip that was not held was the weighted dart on the end, which hung free from his fist.

He dragged his right foot backwards and to the right slightly, creating a path in the snow. He let a few links of chain slip from his hand he began to lazily spin them, a beckoning smirk of his face.


[member="Derriphan Itsu"]

 

[Ri'ven Gevrok]

Derriphan Looked at Xavka as he took out his weapon and bared his teeth however once Xavka seemed ready to fight Derriphan striked. He let go of his chain with the hand he was spinning it in and shot it towards Xavka as he jumped a bit back as he then whipped the chain back and spun it around and made it half wrap around his foot as he then kicked it towards Xavka again. "So then what is it that is so insulting anyway to you? Your a bit to high strung horn head." He said with a wide smirk he was quite obviously enjoying himself.

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

As the first attack came flying towards him, Xavka twisted his body to the side so as to let it pass him by before following the chain back so as to end up facing Noxith again. He rose a brow slightly when he saw the chain being purposely wrapped around Noxith's foot. 'I'm certainly facing no amateur. That'll make things slightly more interesting.' Xavka knew of only a few practitioners of a chain or whip who understood that purposely entangling ones self in their own weapon could be used to exert control over the weapon as well as to increase the speed and everyone of them were very hard to fight as they could make it so that the end of their weapons could not be seen easily.

His moment of reflection cost him though, as when he came out of his thoughts, the chain was once again travelling towards him, although faster that time. Eyes widened as Xavka tried to block by swinging the exposed sections of his whip into the chain so as to redirect it. However, while the whip did make contact, it was not early enough to block the attack fully and the chain ripped into his left side. Grunting in pain, Xavka missed Noxith's question as he entered a counter-attack.

On the next rotation of his whip, Xavka released the coiled sections, sending the dart straight for Noxith's face. Once the whip reached full extention, he pulled his right hand back, recalling the whip, and stuck out his neck. He let the whip wrapped around his neck twice before throwing his head forwards, once again sending the dart through the air towards Xavka's opponent, however this time it was traveling even faster.

Once the whip had once again reached full extension, Xavka began to move his arm. However, this time he began to cross it across his body rapidly while rotating his wrist. The movement, once delivered down the whip, caused the dart to strike at Noxith's chest in rapid succession. (24:10 - 24:30].


[member="Derriphan Itsu"]
OOC Note: I propose that we refer to my weapon as a "whip" and your as a "chain". It'll make it easier to understand what the other means.

 

[Ri'ven Gevrok]

Derriphan found that when Xavka blocked his chain with his whip. 'Well he can actually use that whip then.' He thought as he then whipped his chain back and wrapped it around his fist but then the whip came at him. "Chit" He exhaled as he barely dodged the first strike but then he took two hits to his chest and grimaced as he brought the chain wrapped hand up to block a few of the strikes that were aimed at his chest.

With the strikes landing on him he had to take a few steps back as his chest burned with pain, his wounds from the trip not fully healed either and his leg was still sore. He had to jump back and he sent a small force push at Xavka's leg just to be sure to slow him down while he jumped high into the air with the aid of the force. In the air he let the chain loose and he began to spin fast as he built up immense momentum as he then made sure to bring it down onto Xavka's position.

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

A feral grin crossed Xavka's face as the strong, pungent smell of blood curled at his nose, giving him the satisfaction of the knowledge that his attacks had managed to wound his opponent. However his grin faded as he felt the Force react before a pull gripped his legs and lifted them upwards. Grunting, he fell to the snow covered ground sharply, The impact of his head and back winded him and forced his eyes closed on instinct. When those yellow eyes blinked open, they widened upon observing Noxith's chain heading directly towards him. Struggling to respond quick enough, Xavka rolled to his left, suffering a gash on his back, and kept on rolling onto his knees then feet.

Growling, Xavka began to make slow, lazy rotations of his whip on his right side before slowly speeding up until it became a deadly, whistling blur. When that had happened, Xavka's grin returned and he began to advance on when Noxith had landed from his jump, looking to either tear into him with the pointed dart or, using the same item, cave his skull in.


[member="Derriphan Itsu"]

 

[Ri'ven Gevrok]

Derriphan miscalculated the force of the momentum he had built up as he landed, sending snow into the air around him. "Chit!" He cursed before he looked towards Xavka and was about to jump out of the way from his strike but a sharp pain in his leg caused him to misstep and the whip shot passed his head cutting into the side of his forehead as well as some of his hair.
He wrapped the chain around his off hand and drew his lightsaber. "Enough I'LL END YOU!" He said as he ignited it and ran towards him with a near insane fury in his eyes.


At the spaceports entrance there was a crowd gathering to watch the fight, some even videoing it as they all thought it was a show until the lightsaber was ignited and they began to wonder if they should call the guards to stop the fight or not.

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

At the back of his mind, Xavka had taken notice of the gathering crowd but had paid them no attention. If they wanted to watch, let them do so. If they wanted to enjoy the fight happening before them, let them do so. If they wanted to make a recording of the fight, let them do so. Xavka, himself, did not care what they did, as such no attention was split from the fight and directed towards the crowd, all of his mind was focussed on the opponent before him.

As Noxith ran towards him, Xavka let his smirk grow to new lengths. While an angry opponent can channel their rage into their abilities, most did not know how to do so and the potential strength was wasted and instead caused their ability to fight to decline, the Zabrak hoped that Noxith was a part of the latter.

Ignoring the flurry of snow which was being kicked up between the battling pair, Xavka let his whip rotate once more before releasing it, letting the metal dart fly directly for the charging Noxith's forehead. At the same moment, Xavka held out his hand and, using the Force, called his discarded sword, lost within the snow, to his left hand. With a meaty thud, his sword settled into his hand and Xavka lowered himself into a mirror of his usual sword stance, cursing Noxith as he did so for opening the gash that dripped blood from his right shoulder, a wound that would limit his swordsmanship skills in the coming clash.


[member="Derriphan Itsu"]

 

[Ri'ven Gevrok]

He didn't really care about the people watching them but seeing Xavka use the force to draw his sword to himself, made Derriphan suspicious so he charged in and jumped up into the air as the metal dart approached him getting out of it's way. He moved to hold both hands around his lightsaber as he was coming down with his saber aimed at a downwards slash at [member="Xavka Duquo"] intended on slicing him in half. "Let's see if that sword of yours can hold up to a lightsaber." He shouted as the blow came down on Xavka.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka closed his eyes as the lightsaber descended towards him, focussing on sight through the Force only. He raised a brow in an absentminded manner when he noticed that Noxith was slightly blur to his sense, but shrugged the matter to one side as he focused on fighting against the lightsaber. Focussing he first gathered and then channelled the Force. The Force began to flow into the sword the Zabrak held in a blindingly fast rate, wrapping itself around each nucleus and electron, flowing along minute cracks in the high quality Durasteel which had formed through extensive use of the blade. A millisecond later the Force had completely mixed itself with the blade and began to overflow, gathering at the edges. The whole process took less than a second, but in the end the blade was fully imbued with the sword and the sword had become one with Xavka, linked through the Force.

Moving slowly, Xavka lazily brought his sword up to meet Noxith's descending lightsaber and held against it. The only sign of give was in Xavka as his feet slid backwards with a grunt as the kinetic energy from Noxith's fall was transitioned into him. With a flex of the Force, Xavka directed it to tie itself into a knot before in and, in the same instance, to impact into his opponent before unravelling, hopefully sending Noxith flying away from Xavka.

[member="Derriphan Itsu"]

 

[Ri'ven Gevrok]

Derriphan grunted a little as he landed on [member="Xavka Duquo"] and their blades landed on one another before he felt the recoil push him back causing his legs to slide against the snow as he was now two or three meters away from Xavka.
'What? How is his blade not melted scrap?!' He thought as he looked at his saber and turned it off with the force and shook it a little and listened into the cylinder. "This isn't broken is it?" He then mumbled to himself as he then got a flash back to how his mother beat the snot out of him when he was fourteen with a fork she Imbued with the force. "Oh I'll be learning that..." He then said as he turned his saber on again with the force and his smile returned to his face.
With a wave of his hand he sent a small flood towards Xavka as he charged at him again this time aiming at his side instead of his head.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

As his opponent skidded to a stop a few metres back from him, Xavka drew back, ready to launch an attack before being brought up short by Noxith's actions. As he watched the man comically shake his lightsaber, Xavka could not hold back the slight snort of humour that he produced at watching the scene with his head tilted to one side.

His pause cost him, though, when the man opposite him returned his focus back to the fight with a smile that was accompanied by the hiss of heated plasma as the lightsaber in Noxith's hand was once more relit. Once more channelling the Force into the sword hanging from his left hand, Xavka was forced to stop before he could fully do so as a small flood impacted into him.

Sputtering, Xavka shook his head to clear his vision only for his yellow eyes to widen slightly at the sight of the red blade extended from the hilt of the lightsaber being on a collision course with his side. Reacting quickly, the Zabrak brought his blade up to impact against the heated and coloured plasma, only to curse Noxith within the confines of his mind once again as the smell of melting metal reached his nose just as the signals revealing his left arm being pushed closer to his chest reached his brain.

He focussed on once again channelling the Force, but this time focussed on directing the Force into his own left arm and imbuing that as he knew that, as soon as the lightsaber impacted the part of his sword he had managed to imbue in time, the lightsaber would halt its advance into eating the sword he had personally forged. Slowly he felt the Force creep into his arm, strengthening fibres in the muscles, increasing blood flow through the veins and reinforcing bone. With a growl accompanied push, Xavka parried the lightsaber strike to his left before reversing the direction of his arm and the hold of his weapon, causing the blade of his sword to be directed towards the neck of his opponent in a reverse grip. As he did so he finalised the imbuing of his sword, coating it in a faint and hazy white sheen.


[member="Derriphan Itsu"]

 

[Ri'ven Gevrok]

Derriphan smiled as he saw his saber cut into Xavka's sword but then it vanished as he saw that the force was stopping him from going fully through it. With a suck of his teeth he then was surprised as his saber was pushed back and he then saw the sword heated towards his neck. 'Chit'
With his body moving as fast as he could he turned his upper body to the side and he felt the blade cut strands of his hair loose with it's speed alone. Dropping his saber onto the ground and letting the heated plasma melt the snow he moved to kick Xavka's knee with his better leg as he then turned to punch into Xavka's chest, utilizing his Teras kasi training to attempt to bring the zabrak's condition closer to his own. Once the blows were delivered he'd jump back and use the force to bring his blade back into his hand only to stumble as he'd land on his bad knee and would fall down onto one knee as he'd look towards Xavka.
"Why are we fighting again?" He'd then ask with a smile as the euphoria of battle had caused him to forget why they were fighting in the first place.

[member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka growled as his strike failed to make contact with his enemies neck, allowing the head to stay attached to the body; a fact he had wanted to correct by making it false. His growl was forced to transition into a grunt as he felt as foot make contact with his knee as, at the same time a fist was buried into his sternum, winding him. Dropping to one knee, the Zabrak watched as his opponent jumped back before being forced into the same position as he as the bad knee Noxith had buckled beneath his weight.

He cocked his head to one side at the question Noxith had asked. "I don't know." Xavka finally replied after a few long moments, "I've admittedly forgotten in the haze of our fight." With a grown Xavka pushed himself to his feet and slowly advanced on Noxith. "You're a good fighter." His blade was dragging behind him, forming slight groves in the snow as it went.

Finally reaching the man, Xaka held out a hand, the one not holding a weapon. "What do you say we continue, but as a spar? I want to see how good you fight without a weapon."

[member="Derriphan Itsu"]

 

[Ri'ven Gevrok]

Derriphan forced himself up as he saw [member="Xavka Duquo"] come towards him. As he was ready to slash right at Xavka if he attacked he was slightly taken aback by the offered hand and couldn't help but laugh when he took the Zabraks hand. "Sure why not this is fun." He said with a wide smile as he turned of his lightsaber and then placed it on his belt before wrapping his chain around his waist as well.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Nodding to Noxith, Xavka called the wooden sheathe of his sword to his hand as well as his whip. The whip, like Noxith's chain, was fastened around his waist as a belt while the sword he held was replaced within the cane before the cane was sent flying towards the wall of spaceport, where it would rest until he was ready to leave the planet.

Letting a feral and challenging smirk grow on his lips, Xavka sank into one of the opening stances of his fighting style. He lowered himself until he was on all fours, although he was leaning to the left slightly so as to prevent putting pressure onto the wound on his right shoulder. His weight was mainly on his legs while his arms served as stabilizers more than supports. The stance had his feet close together while his arms were little more than shoulder width apart.

Freezing into that position, Xavka awaited the start of the spar, eager to fight against a worthy opponent again. He waited for Noxith to make the first move.


[member="Derriphan Itsu"]