Round 1: Warok the Defiler vs Vrag [ToA]

[Isar]

"Ok."

Warok delved into the Force, putting his strength into a concentrated telekinetic Force Pull aimed at his opponent's wounded knee. The power behind the pull would hopefully not only yank her off her feet but also tear ligaments and further render her unable to walk.

Then he charged her, wary of pushes and pulls from the woman. The saber blazed before him as he held it forth like a spear. It could easily cut through the durasteel she wore.

[member="Vrag"]

 

[Vrag]

Not that the Sith had any intention to walk anywhere, but the Force pull the charging beast aimed at her knee made sure of that. Vrag gasped in pain as the injured joint was abused again yanking her whole lower body foward along with her left leg. Had it not been for the stabilizing presence of her armor, the lateral ligaments would've certainly been torn; in the encapsulating safety of the durasteel plating, however, there was little room for any pulling to be done. That Force had to go somewhere though, and to her adversary's great misfortune, it was towards him.

Incidentally, that had been Vrag's plan all along. There was no way in hell she could move anywhere with a busted knee, and that's why she'd found support in that nice, firm wall behind her. That nice, not quite tall enough wall behind her, to be precise, the very same wall whose edge was subjected to the vice-like grip of the Sith's good hand. A strong, fully functional hand at the end of an even stronger arm. How sad for the rapidly advancing beast, really. He had played straight into Vrag's hand; or perhaps more accurately, into her foot.

Blessed are the tall, the firrerreo thought as she used the momentum provided by the creature himself to kick at his face with all the might of her uninjured leg. A leg that ended with a durasteel-clad foot and was attached to hips that were on eye-level with the furred beast. Pity. His crude, spear-like use of her lightsaber would practically do the work for her, planting his face into her boot while his attack would stab at empty space.

[member="Warok the Defiler"]

 

[Isar]

He'd meant to rip her off her feet and send her tumbling onto her back. The result was less pleasant. That said, Warok had been on the lookout for something tricksy. The shift in her hips along with the brutal kick straight for his face wasn't exactly the most subtle of attacks, though the skullduggery was frustrating. With the lightsaber held outstretched in the paw of his left arm - the injured one - Warok didn't exactly trust himself to be the most dexterous and precise of hitters. So, he went with the tried and true method. He punched her - or at least attempted to do so.

As the incoming boot began to fill up the vision of his non-bloodencrusted eye, Warok lashed out with his right gauntlet, aiming straight for the boot. He didn't stop the charge, simply leading with his fist to stop the kick aimed at his face. His side burned as he twisted his torso, throwing his body behind the weight of the blow, not that his infinitesimal mass would make any difference. The shockwave generators would do all the work if the hit landed, likely crumpling up the durasteel and shattering every bone in her foot, probably snapping the ankle too.

Still not a mortal wound, though she had refused to yield. He would ask again when she lay beneath the shadow of his tiny stature, her body broken.

[member="Vrag"]

 

[Vrag]

How inauspicious for Vrag, battling an opponent that demonstrated extreme adroitness in spite of the wounds he was suffering. On another day, she would've admired him for such a display of resilience, but being on the receiving end wasn't as impressive as it was annoying. More importantly, it was hellishly painful.

The punch would've been an easy hit with proper aim, but the problem with having only one good eye was that proper aim became something far more difficult to achieve. Thus, most of the massive force behind the swing got discharged into empty air instead of her foot, but they were both still moving on their respective trajectories, and his gauntleted forearm inevitably met her foot. It twisted her whole body in the direction of his strike, yanking her off the wall despite her iron grip. Her support was gone in the blink of an eye and Sith was jerked through the air like a ragdoll as her upper body struggled to follow her legs.

In truth, Vrag didn't even have time to gasp before her armored form came crashing into her opponent from above, drawn downwards by the courtesy of gravity and the massive weight of her body.

[member="Warok the Defiler"]

 

[Isar]

A brief grunt of surprise came from Warok as his strike failed to completely connect. He'd seen the kick quite clearly through the one eye that wasn't blood encrusted, but somehow he'd almost missed. Irritation at the thwarted crippling blow gave way to more surprise as the woman toppled forward.

She came crashing down from above, basically falling toward him. The weight of her armor and mass would crush Warok, but not literally. He might suffer another fractured rib and it would aggravate his old injuries, but he would survive.The same couldn't be said for his opponent.

In general, falling on top of people with lit lightsabers was a very bad idea for hopefully obvious reasons. [member="Vrag"] was about to find out why.

The trajectory of her fall would carry her right onto the tip of the crimson lightsaber. The blade could easily melt through her durasteel armor. While the lightsaber would likely enter at her stomach, the motion of her fall could drag the lightsaber around, bisecting her horizontally or vertically. Either way, her internal organs wouldn't like that much. Probably wouldn't kill her immediately, but people don't keep fighting after they get their large intestine burned out.