Round One - Padawans Adasca and Karma

[Coci Heavenshield]

The arena is set for the second annual Silver Sanctum Coalition Tournament.

Many Jedi have gathered to witness the ‘battles’ between the combatants, from Padawans to Knights and Masters, all battling to see who will rise to the top, who will be the cream of the crop?, the icing on the cake?, the best of the best?. It is early morning, the sun has risen to herald a bright new day, avian circle in the Voss sky, the flowers are blooming and the bees are buzzing and there is excitement in the air. And lots of chatter ..

In the arena there is a seat at the end of the room, on which Grand Master [member="Thurion Heavenshield"] will watch over the tournament. With brushed back golden hair, beard trimmed and a set of sapphire blue eyes, and a calming demeanour, the grand master will cast those wondrous eyes upon his Jedi charges and step in if and I say IF, the duelling gets ‘out of hand’.

Before the duelling shall commence, each combatant will acknowledge his presence with a respectful bow and so to, to your competitor, before they begin.

[member="Vorian Adasca"] vs [member="Karma"]

You may begin!

 

[Tyberius Fel]

Vorian Adasca awkwardly shambled into the small dojo that would house the tournament. Immediately upon entering, the Arkanian felt dozens of Jedi eyes upon him, scrutinizing, analyzing. Even the Grandmaster himself, along with his wife, would observe the duel. Leto, his pet Arkanian Snow Eagle, pivoted it's head nearly in a full circle around it's newly found environment, let out a sharp screech before taking flight and perching itself upon a wooden outcrop near a ceiling corner, contenting itself with pecking at the stark white wings that gave credence to it's name. What a simple life you live, Leto. Reflected the Padawan briefly, inhaling deeply and reciting a series of Jedi litanies to calm his nerves.

First and foremost, Vorian considered himself a scholar, an aspiring master of the force and wielder of the wisdom bestowed by ancient tomes and holocrons. He held no natural talent in lightsaber combat; however, Jedi Knight Dune Rhur had helped him establish a respectable level of skill in holding his own with Soresu. Casting his eyes over his gun slinging opponent? The pearly white orbs that he perceived the world through saw a creature that seemed to be accustomed to a life of combat. Could Vorian blame his Arkanian nature of pride for rapidly overthinking what was supposed to be a friendly spar? Perhaps, but nevertheless, he rapidly began formulating the rough lines of a combat strategy.

Face drawn in a tight line of neutrality, Vorian bowed his upper body to his opponent. "Respect to you, friend."

With a flick of his wrist, the Jedi Padawan force pulled the hilt of his lightsaber into his palm, igniting it and stepping into the first stance of Soresu in one smooth motion. Truthfully, Vorian had practiced the move constantly in order to, in simple words "look cool." The Arkanian grinned internally at the success of the gesture before refocusing his mind on the oncoming brawl.

[member="Karma"]

 

[Vora Kaar]

There was a time, and place for everything. As such, I would be fighting another apprentice of the Silver Jedi. Oh how I wanted to use what I really wanted. But, I guess I would opt for my nice blaster pistol and my good dual fighting knives. These weapons were not simply something to laugh at. Some were very good at getting the job done, and others, well....

I had to look at the Jedi across from me who was using their lightsaber. Sure, longer range. More swiping room, and even more so a longer time to swing. Lightsaber blades were weightless. They had no mass other than what was in the hilt. So it took a lot of concentration to determine how your swing would effect the person you are attacking. As for me? I had real blades. Small, and about the same weight of his.

I was used to fighting with knives. Very good at it in fact. As the Jedi bowed to me, I did the same. And then bowed to the Grandmaster as the padawan drew his ligthsaber in such a cool fashion. I smiled. Drawing my own blaster from the holster, spinning it around on my finger catching it only for a second as it was then spun the other direction as I stopped it, aimed up and drew one of my knives to provide a support with my wrist, and the blade facing out towards the Jedi.

"Lets see what you got Jedi."

[member="Vorian Adasca"], [member="Coci Heavenshield"],

 

[Tyberius Fel]

Skilled.

The woman was lithe, but possessed considerable muscle mass underneath her clothing as far as Vorian could perceive. Combined with the daggers, it made a impression of a 'rogue' type fighter, one that would swipe around his body, get in close enough to render his lightsaber unwieldly and use those blades to stab him into submission. Vorian exhaled, rolled his shoulders, channeling the force throughout his body. Lightsaber still held firm in Soresu.

Raw force surged throughout his arms, sharpening his senses, readied his reflexes and perhaps most importantly, allowed him to channel it at a moment's notice. Taking a single step backwards, he peered upwards to the woman, prepared to defend himself.

"I am a gentleman. Ladies first."

[member="Karma"]

 

[Vora Kaar]

I shrugged my shoulders as the young man said ladies first. I had the gun on stun. Wasn't going to kill him or anything. Just send a bruise on his skin, or give him a little shoooting pain up his limbs. I smiled as I charged the first shot. Holding it for about a second and a half before I let go. The blue blaster bolt flung from the pistol towards him followed by four other smaller bolts as I rushed him. All meant as a distraction for me to get in close with my knives.

My left hand jutted forward to stab at him, twice, and was followed with a sweep of the legs with my own foot. All the while, the pistol was once more charging up, and from close range, I released a second bolt of plasma energy from an almost point blank range at his chest.

He wasn't going to like the way I would fight him.

[member="Vorian Adasca"]

 

[Tyberius Fel]

Focus.

In large part due to the genetic modifications performed on him in accordance to the Arkanian principle of perfection, Vorian intrinstically possessed senses that measured close to the very peak of natural human ability. This in turn, was amplified exponentially by the guiding hand of the force that touched his mind and flowed throughout his young body. The two white orbs in his skull observed his gunslinging opponent closely, watched as the leg muscles tensed, how the wrist that held her blaster lifted upwards. Vorian took in a sharp inhale of breath, letting one hand fall from his lightsaber and adjusting the grip on the hilt he held with the other.

There was a pause, a second and a half -- but what felt like a eternity to Vorian's mind -- as the woman allowed her weapon overcharge with power, enough time to make a decent guess at her plan. As she fired the first shot, Vorian's wrist twisted to within several hundredths of a degree to nearly just perfectly arc the lightsaber's plasma containment field to the blaster bolt and deflect it back to it's shooter, as all Padawans were usually taught to perform with a degree of reliability. Of course, Vorian was no master of Lightsaber combat, but having prepared himself for blaster fire, in the form of Soresu, the most optimized to defend against it none the less, meant that he found no considerable difficulty in defending himself from the stunning projectiles, though he doubted the woman planned for the blasters to serve as anything other than a distraction or perhaps a prod at his defenses.

The woman sprinted forth as she continued to fire. The force surged through the limbs of Vorian, increasing the fire rate of his synapses and reinvigorating his muscles. In a blur of green and blue, Vorian had deflected half of the subsequent bolts back to the woman (one could go so far as to call that karma) while the other two or so bounced off the Arkanian's emerald plasma beam and whizzed about the room perilously, potentially hitting a bystander.

In the very next moment, the woman's left arm twisted to bury a dagger into his gut. Time almost slowed by his deft senses, Vorian waited for very opportune moment of his opponent's momentum carrying her unavoidably forward, and seizing upon the opportunity, whipped out his free hand, tapping upon pooled force energy and translating it into a sizable force push exploding outwards from his palm, hopefully tossing the woman backwards before her deadly blows could connect, as Vorian had little defense so close.

[member="Karma"]

 

[Vora Kaar]

The first blaster shot wizzed past me as I had ran to him. Sure they came back at me, but seeing as how I was, one running towards him, and two aided by the force, the bolts had passed me harmlessly, however, I had to block one with my dagger before trying to stab at him. Lunging forward to do so, I felt almost like I was about to be duped. He was waiting an awfully long time for me to strike him. And thats when I realized, he was countering, not attacking.

he had pushed me back with the force, and I had been buffed back almost back to where I had stood before I started running at him. Defensive, and counter attacking. Which means he was trying to wear me out, or simply wait for me to slip up. I smiled. Range would not be my ally now. I took a second to holster my blaster, and drew my second knife. And simply walked up to the man.

Stood just outside of the man's lightsaber arc, and sent a force push at him. If he wanted to play the waiting game, then we would. Trust me, Karma always waits for the right moment to strike. And so will I.

"I hope you don't mind if I just prod you a little."

[member="Vorian Adasca"]

 

[Tyberius Fel]

Vorian was somewhat vexed by the prod at his defenses, but quickly reminded himself of the importance of staying calm in combat scenarios. Curiously enough, the woman appeared not to attempt to follow up, which allowed the Arkanian Jedi Padawan to regain his balance and reaffirm the tight, energy efficient stance of Soresu, though he still kept only one hand on the hilt of his lightsaber. A free hand would be vital in the importance of fending off the lightning fast attacks she would likely attempt to inflict upon him with those nasty looking daggers.

"It is slightly impolite." Replied Vorian humorously.

Waiting a single moment for his mind to rapidly formulate a plan, Vorian then took a quick step forward to close the gap between the two. The Arkanian was nearly half a foot taller than his opponent and possessed a lightsaber of considerably longer length, allowing himself to pivot on his heels and twist his shoulders to deliver a quick and powerful hack onto her left shoulder blade. Simultaneously, he jerked the fingers of his free hand, encompassing the woman's ankle in the a force pull and yanking her, hopefully ruining any attempts to quickly avoid his strike and move in onto his flanks with a counter attack, which Vorian presumed was her plan.

[member="Karma"]

 

[Vora Kaar]

The man took his stance once more. Good, let him have the upper hand. He would need all the support he could get. Even more so with how he lunged at me. You see, using two abilities at the same time, was not difficult, but would prove to be less... stable, shall we say. I could feel the tightening on my ankle as the saber came up towards my left shoulder. I pivoted on the ankle he pulled upon as he did so.

It literally spun me around to face away from him as my right arm came up. The lightsaber skitted off the edge of my blade, and went harmlessly over me. As such, the man was taller, meaning he had to aim, lower for him to hit me. Allowing myself to drop, My left hand came out and let the dagger drop to the ground before my hand could.

I was literally performing a one handed push up as I then would attack. Most fighting styles have you stand. However, an animal pinned to the ground will fight harder than an animal standing upright. As such, I increased my speed within the force, to send a lightning fast kick to the man's legs. Considering his lightsaber was somewhere above me, and not at his legs, I couldn't be cut. As well, the Soresu stance was not very keen on footwork. Rather it was more aligned with the arms and hands. As such, his very simplistic stance could be toppled.

Continuing with the momentum of my legs, I vaulted myself up by simply pushing with my hands, and bring my legs under me, I was in a crouched position as I would pick up the dropped dagger.

"Please don't tell me that was impolite too? I would hate to hurt your feelings."

[member="Vorian Adasca"]

 

[Tyberius Fel]

Before Vorian quite comprehended what had occurred, the woman had performed a series of acrobatic maneuvers culminating in a kick aimed towards his legs. The Arkanian was no master of foot work, neither was Soresu a form particularly suited to it. As a result, white hot pain shot throughout his shin as the woman foot impacted. Adrenaline surged to dampen the pain and keep him steady. The Arkanian doubted his capability to effectively defend himself if she capitalized on this, but fortunately, the woman was busy bringing herself into a crouch stance and attempting to pick up her dropped weapon.

A thought crossed his mind.

With a flick of the fingers, he telekinetically guided the blade of the fallen dagger into the hand that was moving to retrieve it.

[member="Karma"]