Rendili Blademasters Tournament Round 1: Sith's Showdown

[Trayce Verati'is]

Trayce walked into the stadium, looking around as he exited the enormous gate, looking around at the roaring crowd with his usual calm, cold demeanor, not caring about their raucous shouting. He only cared about the fight, against the combatant named Cain Laatl, a particularly deadly man, or so he assumed. He slowly studied the terrain, taking in the rock placement, the few trees that were present near the middle of the field, thick enough for him to climb and use to his advantage, and the size of the stadium. It was huge, almost half a kilometer in size, and he was excited for the fight. He shifted his shoulders and felt the safety-checked vibrosword he had been given for the tournament shift on his back, it was lightweight, but still heavier than a lightsaber, his weapon he preferred, but he could use it masterfully nonetheless. He chuckled and strode confidently out towards the center of the field, stopping just a couple meters shy of the exact middle, his black cloak shifting with the wind as it blew towards him, his exposed torso shining with a thin sheen of sweat from the heat of the day, his extremely toned body the physique of a warrior. He stopped short and stood, waiting, blocking out the noise, the sights, focusing only on himself, even though he couldn't use the Dark Side, due to the Yasalami blocking his connection due to the tournament rules. He stood for a minute before he got impatient, feeling frustrated that his opponent had not shown up yet, he lowered himself into a kneeling position, placed his hands on the tops of his thighs, closed his eyes, and began to focus on his rage, his impatience, his excitement, and used it to strengthen his resolve. He would not lose. He could not lose. He was the best, and he would prove it.

[member="Camellia Swift"]
[member="Cain Laatl"]

 

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Cain was inside the tunnel equipping his weapons. Two stun lightsabers were inside of their holsters on his belt. He began strapping on his combatant outfit. It was a black tattered robe with a hood. He couldn't wear the hood because his horn was sticking out, so it was there for decoration. Cain slowly walked towards the bright light of the sunny stadium. As he emerged from the darkness, he was momentarily blinded. When his eyes adjusted he took a good look at the arena. A rocky terrain with a couple trees placed in the center. They would be good for cover. He would be hindered by his use of the force being cut off, but it does make the two men even.

He looked out across the arena. A man was sitting down and focusing on something. It almost looked like meditation. Cain began to study his opponent. He looked very calm and collect. Someone that could analyze the situation. Cain knew nothing about this man, other than the fact that he carried a sword, and his name. He started walking towards Trayce.

[member="Trayce Verati'is"]

 

[Trayce Verati'is]

Trayce couldn't hear anything, and even though he couldn't use the Force, he could somehow just sense the man had arrived. He looked up, his yellow eyes now rimmed with red, meaning he was hungry for battle, but he didn't rage, didn't even smile. He looked at his opponent with a cold gaze, and quickly looked him over. He had one horn and wore a tattered black cloak, and in two holsters, unbelievably, were lightsabers, obviously set to stun. This man, was he also a Sith? This wasn't going to be a pushover fight after all. Trayce stood, having found respect for someone who could very well also be an adherent of the Dark Side, and waited for him to get closer. When he was within hearing distance, Trayce shouted above the din,
"I am Trayce Verati'is, assassin of the Sith. Who are you, and which side do you follow?" As he spoke, he looked again at his build, not hulking, he was another swordsman, Trayce could tell. So speed wasn't going to be an overwhelming advantage... Already he was off to an unfortunate start.

[member="Cain Laatl"]

 

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Cain continued walking towards the man. He didn't like that question. Which side he followed. It's not like he was forced to be either a Jedi or a Sith. Trayce was a Sith, one of the egotistic people he hated. Every time Cain breathed in, he had his lungs filled with dust. It almost felt like a desert. Not because of the heat, but because of the air. He coughed. "My name is Cain, and I don't belong to either. I am what you would call an exile. If you must know I was once a Sith like you until they cast me aside for being loyal to the Empress. I was branded a traitor along side her." He thought Trayce had the right to know his past and why he had left the Sith.

[member="Trayce Verati'is"]

 

[Trayce Verati'is]

Trayce thought for a moment. He didn't care that the man was an exile, in fact, if nothing, he respected him all the more, and he nodded, now allowing a small smile to emerge onto his face, though it disappeared as the heat of the field seemed to intensify. "I am sorry that you were exiled simply for following your beliefs. I respect you, exile, and this fight will be both a pleasure, and an honor." Trayce breathed in and felt the dryness in the air, the heat that was akin to a sun, and bowed to his opponent. Then as he stood back up, he drew the vibrosword from his back in his left hand, and his final motion before assuming his ready stance (left leg back, body turned on its side) was to cast away his cloak, it fluttered to land near one of the many trees, showing his lean and cut figure, and giving him greater flexibility and fluidity in his movements. "Shall we begin?"

[member="Cain Laatl"]

 

[Trayce Verati'is]

Trayce waited for a minute, watchign Cain, takign in his weapon, but growing impatient as he remained motionless, so he decided to end the waiting and attack first. Trayce rushed in, his blade held close to his side, and subtly weaved back and forth on the balls of his feet, racing directly at his opponent. He raised the vibrosword above his head in preparation for a vicious downward slash. However, in his mind he knew his torso was wide open, and wanted Cain to notice this too. If Cain reacted as Trayce hoped he would ad attacked his opening, Trayce had all the weight on the front of his feet which he would use to hop back a short distance, just out of striking distance, and instead stab at Cain with his blade. Or if Cain didn't take the bait and simply blocked the blow, Trayce would lash out with a low round house kick to his left knee in an attempt to hamper his opponent's movements.

[member="Cain Laatl"]

 

[Trayce Verati'is]

[member="Camellia Swift"]
Cain remained motionless, even though Trayce was almost within striking distance, his gaze obstinate, his lightsabers still undrawn, and this filled Trayce with rage. You think you're better? You think I am worthless? I will make you suffer. Trayce swore this silent oath as he finally reached Cain, and his onslaught began. He fought with anger, but it was a cold, calm fury, one that was directed like his own blade. He brought the overhead swing down to Cain's left shoulder with viscous strength, and in the next second whipped around and struck his ribs on the right side, then his foot launched into a side kick, catching his opponent in the middle of the chest, propelling him backward two meters. But as Cain looked up, Trayce was already following up his attack, rushing to his side, and in three quick strikes, slashed his right leg, chest, and finally the back of his head, swinging with enough strength in each blow to rock his opponent, then last one forcing him to his knees.
Trayce heaved in breath, a sheen of sweat starting to show on his face and torso, but his expression was still calm, his eyes wary. Cain still didn't move. He didn't even seem to care!!!! Dammit, he will care! Trayce walked forward slowly, his anger seething, boiling over and giving him more determination to crush his insolent opponent. He brought his blade up in a blur of flashing steel and smashed its flat into Cain's face, and felt a satisfying give, saw spurts of red, and then watched as Cain fell back, nose bleeding, and eyes closed, obviously knocked out. The crowd was roaring, they loved the slaughter, though Trayce was still furious. Why didn't you fight me?? What was the point?! Trayce slowly made his way over to the resting place for his cloak, picked it up, and threw it over his shoulder, not wanting to wear it and add to the heat he was already enduring. As he walked to the exit, he stopped next to Cain's body and dropped his sword next to him, looking down with his usual cold gaze, though there was a glimmer of fire still there.
"I win, [member="Cain Laatl"]. Continue in your exile with that knowledge."
Trayce walked out of the stadium, victorious, but unsatisfied.
Score - Trayce: 13
Cain: 0