Round 2: Are You Afraid of the Dark? (Zambrano the Hutt VS Simon Kellar VS Vi'kas Mirtis)

[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas looked on as the pack assaulted [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] , tearing at him like a piece of raw meat. As the Alpha jumped onto the Hutt, the assassin struck. He drew another electric knife, and threw it at the Hutt's chair. The creature was much too distracted to block the blade, given he was fighting off a beast.

As the Demon's Fist admired his handiwork, he realized that he had forgotten about the second pack. He spun around, and was dismayed to see the second pack's Alpha emerge from the shadows, growling. And where the was an Alpha, the pack wouldn't be far behind.

The beast charged him, but he dove to the side just in the nick of time. The clumsy creature slid right past him, into Zambrano's little pit. However, the other 4 beasts advanced on him.

He only had time to decapitate the first Tuk'ata, when another rammed into him, sending him flying into a wall. His HUD flickered, but nothing seemed broken. The animal started tearing at his armored thigh, just before he inaled it through the jaw. He sent quick shocks of lightning at the other two, keeping them at bay. That gave him time to run over and deliver a killing blow to one of the animals, as the other charged him. It would run right into his dark purple lighsaber, but managed to scratch at his armored abdominal area a few times before dying.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

He should have aimed for the Hutt instead. The blade, though thrown presumably with the force and electrified by a basic mcgyvered power source, was fairly ineffective to the repulsor lift that granted the Hutt a greater mobility than could be wrought on his own. For one thing, it was a melee weapon striking a metallic object, and so the weapon most often associated with cutting and sometimes stabbing would be fairly inefficient at truly puncturing any major components of his Throne. It was though, most likely given an extra degree of force behind it, so it may have found itself embedded into the shell of the Throne, the electrified effect though reached no major technological junctions that would affect the repulsorlifts on the bottom of the sled. Additionally, the thick slime that covered the throne diluted any electric charge that reached near the Hutt, after it was diluted through the conductive metals of his Throne. Turning a charge that would have probably hurt a lot, into merely a bother upon his toughened hide, largely ignored by the massive amounts of adrenaline pumping into his system after the recent Tuk'ata attack.

As he charged forward towards the scampering Tuk'ata, his blade in hand ready to make them into pelts, or in his mind: bug meat. Naturally, he couldn't see them given his blindness, but this did not settle his paranoid anxiety and rage as another 'spider' seemed to jump down from nowhere, from a height farther above him. Obviously until he dealt with the Tuk'ata and had nothing else to rage after, he would not notice anything peculiar about this, or the bothering buzz to his side he would feel upon entering a state of calm... which most certainly was not now. Coughing from the amount of screaming he was doing, bloody spittle flew across his pit, as he tried to yelp in terrified rage the new spider thing presented in itself, his Throne dragging his diseased and drained body closer to the dog for him to hit. The creature had clumsily stumbled as it fell to the floor after missing its mark above, and growled as the massive hutt raced towards him. Attempting to scramble to its feat, the slug unsuccessfully slashed at the creature, before promptly running it over. Claws raked away at the front of his Throne, as it tried to climb over the hover sled to attack the beast, before summarily falling behind it, scuffed up from being pressed into the dirt ground by the repulsor lift. It wasn't seriously injured, despite being hit by over 200 kilograms in weight at a hefty humans running speed.

Slowing down having missed, the hutt turned to find the new Alpha gaining the followers from the first pack. They seemed apprehensive of the new Alpha, but it was better than nothing against the brutal cretin they were trying to take down. Two of the healthier dogs then flanked the Alpha, the pounced through the air. Roaring in fear and anger, the rusted blade came up for the beast to land on, just as its too compatriots snarling and slobbering bit down into other portions of his body, doing their best to try and tear through his tough slimy leather hide. With the Alpha totally impaled, the slugs other limb flailed in the air, as it struck hard blows on top of the head of one of the Tuk'ata, until he could grab at its jugular, and manually crush it in his hand. The other dog was tearing into an open wound on the other side of his body, which he slammed off of him with the impaled corpse of the Alpha. Tearing the blade out with a sleuth of entrails, he drove the blade into the suffocating beast in his left hand two times, before being interrupted by a weakened Tuk'ata jumping up on the Hutt once more, met with a hard blow to the side of its head with the butt of his blade, still stabbing into its victim. Once all was said and done, the corpse dropped, and there was only one Tuk'ata left in the pack, running away into the dark.

Huffing and puffing, the Hutt searched around with body and soul for a challenge to face...

[member="Lord Ajihad"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas carefully used the force to prove the outside of the slug's mind. Not enough to alert [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] of his presence, but it was enough for his purposes.

He wanted to know what the paranoid creature feared the most, which wasn't exactly hard. Before he even had to touch the Hutt's mind, it's blatant fear of Spiders positively hung in the air around it, especially as it fought the Tuk'ata. Grinning, he withdrew from his task, and began another.

He used the force to search the tunnels, finally finding what he was looking for. An enormous spider web. It covered an entire section of a tunnel, and it was teeming with the insects. The tunnel wasn't too far away, so he noisily ran towards it, stealth deactivated. He wanted the Hutt to follow him. He plodded over to the web, and got down on his stomach. There was a small section at the bottom that served as a gap between the web and the floor. He crawled underneath it, and to the other side. He turned around, watching to see what the Hutt would do.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

Despite being a Hutt, with a superior mental complexity preventing manipulations of the mind, it would seem that the assassin had 'discovered' his Arachnophobia. Not that this helped him in the slightest, since he dealt with his fears as he dealt with literally anything in life: a compulsive reaction to bring harm upon it, intangible or otherwise. As this new challenger to the Hutt's superiority appeared before it, the bloody, gut covered, decrepit slug shrieked as he always did when in these states. Swinging the blade in front of him, his hovering throne sped him along towards the noisily running Acolyte. Everything was hazy, being as his concentration over the force was hazy. The room was filled with the mist of his essence, hardly defining the objects enough for him to clearly make out. Only the exceptionally noisy or things full of movement could be really made out in his frenzy, shadows in the dark that only took the form of the thing he hated most: spiders. Hutt slime caked his body like sweat, as it mingled with the gore of battle and wounds, and the mucus or excrement that surrounded his body. Stinking like a beast out of hell, the brimstone mouthed monster chased the cretin.

One might hope that Vi'kas would be quick to get out of the way, because there was nothing that would stop the hutt now, his inertial momentum being far too great. Even more so now that his tired frenzy was going to overload. Unable to see the webs clearly guarding the tunnel, the webs suddenly coated his body, sticking to his slimy gore wet body, wrapped around him like a poorly made cocoon. The webs got caught in his mouth, as his struggled breathing swallowed disgusting things. Small arachnids crawled down his gullet as they enter his mouth, causing him to cough, choke, and retch. His stomach fluids spilled out from him, a wash of bile to add to the horrors resting upon his stomach, to drip and leak onto the floor in great quantities. He could feel their tiny legs landing upon his flesh all around, even through the webs, and in every which direction he felt them, on his arms or his back, his blade swung as he charged. He was trying to kill all the spiders at once, but lacked the logical faculties to do so in his distressed state, or any semblance of control over the force to kill the tiny things.

Instead what he had become, was a disgusting charging mass of screaming flesh swinging a blade rapidly in many directions.

[member="Lord Ajihad"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Mental Defense 101: In order to defend against a mental invader, you had to be calm, collected, and concentrated on the defense. The Hutt was none of those three things as it swung its blade wildly, occasionally cutting into itself instead of the horrid spiders. As the crazed slug screamed vomited, Vi'kas seized the opportunity.

He closed his eyes, imagining his conscience as a thin-bladed spear. He smoothly slid his mind into the Hutt's, slicing through the fabric of the creature's mind. It was absolutely chaotic, but he had faced worse in his training session with [member="Darth Venefica"] . His mind ravaged his opponent's, moving to tear through it's sanity. He hoped to render it unable to eat anything but puréed food, much less continue the fight.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

And [member="Lord Ajihad"] would fail, because Mental Attack 101: Never try to mind trick a Hutt, it doesn't really work, most especially at acolyte levels. The slug charged forward, and as his opponent seemingly stood still to engage in an act that would hardly do more than prod him into further rage if anything, the Hutt would lash out against his target. His blade swinging to cut between the neck and the shoulder... although the actual cutting power would be questionable given its rusted state, the bludgeon force would surely cause injury. Should in some way the blade be blocked by say, a lightsaber, the blade would shatter in the face of his opponent, causing shrapnel damage. Zambrano would kill this spider, as he killed all spiders.

Rules be damned, the force knew he was ignorant of anything but madness...

 

[Lord Ajihad]

After a short while, Vi'kas realized his mental attacks would get him nowhere. He again opened his eyes, only to see a very angry Hutt charge him like an enraged bull. Without thinking, the assassin'a instincts quickly took charge.

He ignited both of his lightsabers, ready to slice into [member="Zambrano the Hutt"]. The slug went for a high blow, which the Miraluka Sith barely had time to duck under. He raised one of his weapons to intercept the Hutt's arm, which was now sailing over Vi'kas's head. Given the arm's speed, the assassin hoped that it would run right into his lightsaber. At the same time, he swung his second lightsaber towards the creature's other arm.

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

The Hutt was effectively disarmed. The blade sailing over his head clattered against the tunnel's wall with his hand and all, while his other arm desperately reached for a grab towards the blade that was in motion to slice his arm off. All the while the slug screamed obscene gore on to his opponent; bile, blood, mucus, bone fragments from past meals, and other unmentionable horrors residing in his mouth. The blood from his severed hand leaked out, and writhed as it tried to command a blade to kill his target, fruitlessly. Should his other arm be successful in avoiding too much contact with his opponents blade, and if he was allowed to swiftly grasp his opponents hand long enough, he would break his grip over the weapon, and steal it to confront his adversary.

If the fight was to no longer to continue, then through the loss of his other arm the Hutt would unleash a bone chattering, blood curdling, ear shattering roar that would propel his opponent down the hall directly into a stone wall through the use of a massive (in acolyte terms) wave of the force, that would send blood spurting out of the Hutts nose and mouth, and render him unconscious from the strain. This then would grant victory to the other Acolyte, given the Hutt would no longer be capable of fighting, having utterly exhausted his ability to use the force to the point of losing consciousness, along with the loss of his arms. The other Acolyte though, would not be without his wounds, as this huge last roar in the force would undoubtedly collapse parts of the tunnel in the Hutts rage, sending rubble down on top of both of them... except that Vi'kas would be on the receiving end of the majority of this damage.

That is, if he did not allow the Hutt to continue fighting...

[member="Lord Ajihad"]

 

[Lord Ajihad]

As loads of the Hutt's glop sprayed all over Vi'kas, he was suddenly grateful that he was wearing armor. If that was not the case, the Hutt wouldn't be the only one spewing. Luckily, his armor prevented the diseased vomit from making skin contact.

As the scream intensified, the assassin realized what was about to happen. As he began to be repelled back by the scream, he grabbed another electric knife. He threw the blade towards the Hutt's open mouth, just before getting launched backwards.

One thing you learned from being an assassin was how to fall. As the inevitable impact with the stone wall fast approached, Vi'kas would rotatate his body in midair. This would hopefully prevent the impact from killing him. His vision flashed black as he made impact, and rubble began to fall...

He managed to raise a hand, and create a small force barrier of his own design. He used telekinesis to redirect any of the larger rocks, but letting the smaller debris pass by. The last thing he needed was to pass out from over exertion. After crawling into a makeshift "shelter" made of fallen debris, he leaned back against the wall, gasping from exhaustion.

[member="Zambrano the Hutt"]

 

[Zambrano the Starweird]

The Hutt roared in pain, as the other arm had been lost, blood leaking out from all around his body. Adrenaline could only do so much for someone who was already physically exhausted, and the Hutt was bleeding a lot from new wounds today. Pain was crawling now all over his body, like insects travelling under his skin as they entered through the stumps that now served as his limbs, eating away at the flesh beneath as they went. Burning acid coursed through his veins and his singular eye rolled into the back of his head as the force of his scream began to painfully reverberate in his throat. The pain was like that of an animal smashing his head against a stone again and again, to crack open the skull for it suck the juices out, and the only thing the Hutt could do was scream without reprieve, and it simply grew until it came proportions entirely not natural.

An electric blade was thrown by the assassin, but entirely too late, the Hutt was already engaging in his final roar, sending the slab of metal bouncing off of the tunnel walls, along with all the other debris. His spirit seemed to spew out of his mouth like a dragon breathing fire, blasting against the stone, pushing everything at once, tearing down structures and support beams, no crevice was left untouched by the smoke of his soul's flames echoing throughout the entirety of the cavernous mines. It was like dying, your guts being spilled out, but instead it was your soul... it was the force, and it came rushing out of his mouth like a typhoon. His opponent was knocked back, and rendered buried, but as the scream began, it suddenly stopped.

Zambrano's gigantic head sagged back into his throne, with bleeding stumps and a torn up chest, as the haze became darkness, and the pain became numbness, in the sweet embrace of unconsciousness.

[member="Lord Ajihad"], [member="Darth Arcanix"]