Round 1: Made of Stone (Abraxas vs Darth Raven)

[Sage Bane]

Location: Statuary Park, City of Salis D'aar , Bakura​

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The colorful branches of the straight-trunked namana fruit trees swayed in the breeze. Among impeccably trimmed shrubs, majestic statues stood like sentinels, lording over Bakura’s rich history. Although it was in the center of the city, the Statuary Park in the city of Salis D’aar on Bakura seemed remote and untouched. The lack of tourists and city visitors added to the ghostly sensation that haunted the place. On this sunny day, the Statuary Park was closed to the public so that two worth opponents could square off in the circular-shaped park for the Knights Tournament of the One Sith and what a fight it would be.

The two contestants would be dropped down into opposing ends of the park. The first order of business would be to seek each other out amid the various heroes and villains of the Bakuran Resistance against Imperial occupation and the luminaries of the repulsorlift industry. Bakura Parks and Recreations were assured by the One Sith judges that in the event that the park’s historic statues fell victim to the wanton destruction of Force attacks, that there would be a generously-funded reconstruction project. They reluctantly accepted. How could they not? The tentacles of the One Sith’s influence were stretching into space towards the Outer Rim, inching ever closer. If One Sith fleets decided to someday descend, park officials hoped that their new overlords would remember their generosity.

[member="Abraxas"] | [member="Darth Raven"]​

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[Zion Mirtis]

What a beautiful place. After being dropped into Statuary Park within the city of Salis D'aar, which was on Bakura, Raven had taken a moment to breath in the delightful setting. Even for a Sith who's emotions had driven her need for knowledge and power she did have to accept a beautiful scene when she saw one. It was a shame that this place would probably be half destroyed by the end of this duel. Given what she knew about this [member="Abraxas"] Raven knew there would be quite a fight ahead of her. She finally began to walk towards the center of the park, passing by the great stone figures that seemed to guard the path ahead. She strode so peacefully, her black robes around her clothing flowing with the light breeze that followed. Her hood was down as to allow her head to breath in the natural beauty of the park. She did not forget why she was here though. This was the first round in another grand Sith tournament. Raven had only joined out of the fun, not the prize. Finally she'd come to the fountain in the center. No sign of her opponent, which was a good sign for Raven. It meant she now had time to read before the fight. She settled on a small seat and produced a small book from her pocket, which she had bookmarked. She placed it on her lap and opened to where she last left off, her senses still aware for when Abraxas would appear.​

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[member="Sage Bane"]​

 

[Darth Eversor]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3d8kXzcC3s​

Sunlight beamed down onto the bald, sickly pale scalp of the Butcher King's indirect clone. The bright cheery nature of the park was a contradiction to the malformed beast of a man that donned nothing more than unarmored pants and a pair of militant style boots. In his right hand he wielded the hilt of his lightsaber - his chosen instrument of humiliation, decadence, and slaughter. All the things that fell between the chasm of his personality that seemed rather lacking in regards to proper human qualities. Such things as mercy and compassion were still void and nullified even with the time Abraxas had to comprehend the lives of naturally birthed, spineless humanoids. In the end, all bones would wither into nothing. All life would exist for naught.

He paced himself as his boots fell hard against the soil and grass, leaving a trampled trail behind him of yet another meaningless existence. Abraxas could feel the presence of the person he was supposed to be hunting; they were near, and in response his body tensed and coursed with combat stimuli as per usual. It was a standard thing, really, to be drugged up to the eyeballs and made into a cold machine of war. Such was the way of life for the creation. Just as Abraxas possibly caught a glimpse of [member="Darth Raven"], he looked down and remembered the knife he had brought along with him. It was secured just below the small of his backside, sheathed.

Closing in, he stared in silence. If the woman felt the need to physically see her opponent, she would only witness a man - rather, a thing wearing the flesh of a human. Grotesque veins pumped and pulsated visibly with heavy corruption and copious amounts of toxic blood. His face a permanent scowl with a soul-tearing gaze that could penetrate even the thickest of walls and dreams.

He smelled blood. And he wanted a taste.

[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Raven had felt it. [member="Abraxas"] was near. She perked from her reading as she could feel his presence. She sighed and closed her book, marking it again, before standing and tucking it away in her cloak. She turned to face Abraxas and was a little surprised by the sight of the man before her. Turly one who had taken a great deal of physical damage, or perhaps it was more. Maybe a side effect of some much devotion and corruption to the Force. So many stories that had something of the same basis but Raven was never one to judge. She removed her cloak to reveal the two sabers clipped at her sides.​

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"Lord Abraxas I presume?" she asked as he approached. She gave a little bow while her hands reached for her sabers and said "Happy to see you've arrived. Looking forward to this as much as I am?"​

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[member="Sage Bane"]​

 

[Darth Eversor]

"You presume correctly." Abraxas did not waver at the sign of respectful sportsmanship, he stomped onward, igniting his crimson blade and eyeing his opponent carefully as she too armed herself accordingly. Artificially created mass hardened and flexed as the creation brought both of his hands onto the hilt of his lightsaber. He had no further comments to exchange with the woman, only the inevitable end that would come forth. Silent was he who was molded from the flesh of a devil; unruly, yet organized by constructs of bone and conscious. Hollow was the vessel in which a soul should reside, for there was none to be found.

Abraxas stopped himself and stood only a few feet away, facing [member="Darth Raven"]. His stare unshaken.

[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Seeing how eager he was to start Raven nodded before holding both sabers in her hand. She ignited both of her sabers before crossing them. Bowing to [member="Abraxas"] she said "May the best Sith win and so forth." in a casual tone. From there she readied herself, taking a stance with one blade pointed forward while the other was held overhead, her body in a profile stand. She advanced and started with a small blast of force lightning. From there she actually approached Abraxas and tried to cut at his sides with a cross slice.​

 

[Darth Eversor]

Abraxas watched as [member="Darth Raven"] extended her formalities further and noted her usage of two blades. From this he gathered that his opponent would rely on hit and run tactics, rolling away from prolonged confrontation. An agile adversary at best. At last a turn was taken and the soothing warmth of the park was overthrown by the numbing adrenaline that mingled with the combat stimuli in Abraxas' veins. Lightning was cast out against him, and he would raise his own crimson blade against it to deflect the current back to its origin. If the woman persisted to advance after this, the creation would use his heightened reflexes to unsheathe the knife from his backside and charge forward like an avalanche thundering down a mountainside; unrelenting, uncaring for fairness. This was do or die in the creature's mind.

Now was the time to see if the woman would trudge on through her own initial attack turned against her, if so, Abraxas would be closing in.

[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Zion Mirtis]

A deflection. Typical. Raven had an anticipation it would come to that. Good thing she wasn't using both hands. As the force lightning came back towards her a quick swat of her lightsaber bounced it away. It struck against a tree, singeing the spot where it had hit. No time for that as Raven could see [member="Abraxas"] charging towards her. She crossed her blades to both sides of her shoulders before returning his charge. She gave a battle cry before coming towards him. However instead of meeting him in the center she jumped at the last minute, rolling in the air overhead before landing behind him. From there she turned and, using both hands, delivered a powerful force push towards her opponent.​

 

[Darth Eversor]

Anticipation. It was the one thing that Abraxas had learned well, and that was to read his enemies like a book. He did not brace himself, did not even flinch at the shaping of the woman's fleshy mouth as it bellowed a cry that gave humans some sense of morale. The cry of a beast is what was truly feared; lungs that heave with more oxygen and unleash a more spine chilling result. As [member="Darth Raven"] attempted to provoke the creation her own rallying war cry, Abraxas expended his own defiant rage through the Force. A roar of energies so laced with wrath that it was like poison for the soul, or better yet, death escaping its fleshy prison to traumatize the spirit yet unable to rend the flesh without the extension of muscle and blade. The Butcher King's clone watched as his agile opponent soared overheard and stuck a landing behind him. The blast unleashed through the Force was indeed enough to make the beast stagger and be sent away a couple feet, but Abraxas remained grounded through it all. Now was his time to retaliate.

He charged toward her with unprecedented speed made possible via his cybernetic capabilities and extra capacity gifted by his bio-engineered body. The combat stimuli only pushed his toned muscles to greater possibilities, his body pumping furiously as veins covered his skin in a sick display of deranged science. He raised his lightsaber just as he was about to make contact, bringing it down in a vertical motion with the intention of splitting the woman's head in two halves; being aware of her secondary, he would make use of his own as well. Ready to block her if the need came. And surely it would. The strength of the creation would be quite potent however, his overly strained muscles and near super human capacity making him quite difficult to shrug off so easily.


[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Zion Mirtis]

A hit, but not effect. Not enough that Raven was trying to at least. In any battle it was all about probing first. Learning your opponents strengths and weaknesses. Given what she'd seen so far she could tell [member="Abraxas"] had a slight advantage due to his cybernetics. They had made him into an amalgamation of flesh and metal, something that was common among the Sith. It became all the more clear when he attacked with a strong vertical motion that made her stagger a bit on contact. Strong, yes, but Raven was used to taking on physically strong enemies before. It was all a matter of knowing how to use her own strengths to a better degree.​

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Once his attack finished she reacted, using both blades for a strong sweeping up motions. Basically the opposite direction and position of what he had tried on her. After that came a flow of steady attacks, including small strikes and sweeps aimed for his joints. More with the intent to probe first before fully making a move.​

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[member="Sage Bane"]​

 

[Darth Eversor]

This wasn't the fight Abraxas had come for, and now he would pursue the very essence of [member="Darth Raven"]'s rage. He needed her most vile attempts or he would do what was necessary to break her. If this fight were to continue for long, she would be at a slight disadvantage. Due to the nature of what the creation was, it would take a considerable amount of time to wear him down into a state of fatigue. His design was that of a murderer, a savage predator of the battlefield. Call it cliched, but it was the very core of his functionality as both a lab experiment and a weapon. The woman's uppercut-like motions would only be met with the blocking of Abraxas' own crimson blade. He allowed her "fury" to be unleashed as he observed her technique and patterns. Blow for blow, he would match her by parrying and backing away with intricate bodily adjustments; knife and lightsaber working together to even the odds against this opponent.

As this happened, Abraxas looked for any openings and inconsistencies in her stance. His processor of a brain following each strike and how her body twisted and moved. If his theory was correct, he could cripple her. Before the woman could make her true debut of skill, the monstrosity would assert himself and begin to trade blows back by pushing himself forward through the Force and in his heavy-handed offense. Once face-to-face, Abraxas would hold her by attempting to overpower her stance with his own strength, keeping their blades locked against each other. Then, in an effort to weaken his prey, the two meter warrior would try to fracture her shin with a heavy curb stomp.

There was no pride here, no personal satisfaction. The Force was a tool and nothing more to the exceptional breed of genetics that stood before this rival Sith. There was no victory or loss, only death and termination of a target. That is how Abraxas saw things.

[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Zion Mirtis]

What had been the plan for an observational round had turned into Raven's disadvantage. [member="Abraxas"] Was now taking to advance his strikes against her while she was only using half strength. She began to realize this was his attempt at stopping the fight before it had time to truly begin. She had managed to hold her own until they locked blades, his large single one caught between both of hers. She tried to hold her own but against a cyborg that would only sustain for so long. A new tactic was needed as Raven needed to think of it fast. As he pressed against her Raven would allow herself to lean back before trying to slide between his legs and under his blade before being chopped in half. A risky move, yes, but a close enough one. Once she was on the other side she moved back and now needed to use a full-on out lash of power.​

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As she focused, holding her blades to her sides, her own shadow began to grow. Tiny red dots began to decorate it before they all burst out to reveal dozens of Sith crow familiars. They cawed and flapped as they swarmed, counting at least 20, before swarming against Abraxas.​