The Malachor Tournament: Knights

[Matreya]

(He respects his greatest fear to much to let it truly effect him. But yeah, if this is the kind of battle were going to have yet again, ima have to report it this time man. 3 out of 3 with your being beyond OP)

Yes when it came to his force strength, he had exerted a lot, but in the few moments since had regained a deal back as well. Plus, this combined with his body physically enhanced by the Czar's, his body could run for far longer at such a level. When the man reached out to block his jab, instead of fully letting it contact, he jerked it to all a halt then reversed trajectory, avoiding the autohits done by his opponent.

Did...did his opponent just receive a kick that could crush Durasteel...and not even flinch!?

Ignoring that fact, he ducked under the blow that came towards his helmet, spinning swiftly to seek his opponents back. From there, he would bring another powerful kick at his opponent, this time aiming a full length leg to strike across his back, likely snapping his spine. From there, he would move to attempt a head lock from the reverse.

As always, his power grew slowly but surely. By now he had once more returned to his usual limits, despite the slight ache brought from the battle.

[member="Horror"]

 

[Bloodknight]

(Make no mistake, if I am listing hits, I am only describing a combo maneuver that was undertaken. Everything after the initial attack is done only IF the first attack succeeds. You won't have to worry about any auto-hits from me.)

A blur of yellow and the doctor was out of sight. Horror was fast, but with the doctor's comparable speed, he couldn't have possibly countered the attack to his back. But what he lacked in speed, he made up for in reflexes and instinct. Knowing that his opponent was behind him, the force flowed through his back and spine almost as fast as the thought crossed his mind.

When Daemos's shin found Horror's back, he would find that his back had been made tougher than durasteel via a basic matukai technique. The kick would not sever his spine, but it would still carry enough force to stagger him forward. He grunted between clenched teeth from the pain, but before he could do much else, he was caught in a rear naked choke.

The doctor had learned some new moves since their last encounter, but he didn't care. He was evil and he needed to be destroyed. Horror acts on pure muscle memory (which kicks in almost instantly) and leans forward to keep himself out of Daemos's control while he grabs the arm around his neck with both hands (combo starting now), spins towards Daemos so that his arm is extended to the side and then leans forward again. This would pull his shoulder with him, ruin Daemos's balance and end up throwing him to the floor with his arm pointing up and in Horror's hands. If Daemos should somehow keep his balance and not fall, his arm would instead be broken from Horror bending over with it in his hands and the mercenary would simply bend down further and cause him to fall.

Once Daemos was on the floor, Horror would keep his arm in his hands and put his foot on his head. He would continuously exert pressure until Daemos's skull was crushed by his flattening helmet. Everything was done in a swift and seamless fashion that was polished and soaked into his muscle memory by decades of practice and execution, leaving little to no room for mid-technique intervention.

(If you're not completely sure what I did, let me know)

[member=D-Man]

 

[Matreya]

(I think Ive got it. And now i see the way you write. You do a BUNCH at once and thats why it seems your autoing.)

Just when the man got to the point of breaking Daemos' arm, the High Knight felt his arm bruising and becoming further unusable, but didnt give in. Instead, following the pull, he flipped over the man, seeking to use the close range to grip both his opponents wrists. Then, when he was completely settled he would yank the arms towards him with the intent to kick as hard as he had ever done, at Horror's skull - lifting both feet to arrow himself straight at his chin.

However, the end hadnt come, for then he would drop to his hands, and in a style some might consider dancing, drop to his good forearm and rotate swiftly. This allowed himself to bring another kick down range, this one seeking to break his enemies hip. Finally he would slide away with a quick kick off the ground. When he rose, he cradled his left arm to his chest. Yes the armor helped some, but not much, against blunt trauma. He would likely need further physical therapy.

Having continued his draw on the Darkside, Daemos once again felt his powers doubling. Calculating, he realized the only obvious path at that point. If he was going to win he had to...

[member="Horror"]

 

[Bloodknight]

(Those are some sweet moves right there,[member=D-Man], you're great at freestyling)

Horror felt all The Doctor's weight shift to the arm in his grasp, but besides that, his opponent was beyond his peripheral and he would not notice the knee until it connected. When it did, it nearly shattered his jaw, ripping out two or three teeth and causing him to bite off a chunk of his tongue. That, wasn't going to heal in a matter of seconds.

The tint of yellow seemed to burn into his irises as immense pain shot through his face. His mouth was a bleeding mess. When the kick came for his hip, the reaction was automatic and filled with rage. The force had again cushioned the damage to his hip and he took it. But as soon as the leg connected, Horror wrapped his arm around the leg, trapping it there between his bicep, forearm and waist and preventing escape. The next two strikes aimed at Daemos's face with his other arm were fueled by great emotion and had the power to seriously damage his helmet. Next, he'd pull Daemos closer, the armor around his leg would deform like cloth in his grasp as he yanked his opponent a little closer towards him and sent an elbow towards his face.
Finally, he'd use his leg to sweep Daemos's other leg off the ground and make him fall. Horror would follow, pouncing onto him to start mauling his face with his fists. Each hit carried the force of pure wholehearted loathing that no sane person was capable of.

While Daemos grew stronger the longer he fought, Horror grew stronger the more he was damaged. If the fight didn't end soon, a truly legendary battle would take place between them that would make Emporer Palpatine shiver.

 

[Matreya]

(Lol. And seriously, see that post is something Id see from Jon (ashin varanin). Clearly you got the makings of a good writer.)

Feth! He had slipped up, and his leg was trapped. Yanking, jerking, and shimmying did nothing to release it. Then, because his gaze was on the appendage, there was no counter to initial blow against his Helm. Dazed, feeling a crunch of metal, and a few cuts appearing along his face from the broken HUD, Damien brought his gaze towards his opponent.

The second blow, an elbow, came his way, and to counter he simply sought to force a palm into the mans bicep, thus causing the attack to strike his chest - thus taking far less damage thanks to higher beskar amount.

When Horror swept his leg, to kick Daemos' own, the man once more became a spider monkey. Just before the kick could reach, he lightly kicked off, seeking to wrap his free leg around the mans head and neck. Thus, now carrying an extra large amount of weight, the fall indeed happened, but the carried momentum alongside a simple shift would likely see Daemos ontop choking the life out of his opponent.

To finish his MMA style flurry, he sought to do the same as his enemy, bring a hailfire of punches straight for the cranium. It was then, and only at this second, that he would finally utter the one word necessary to free himself of some of the pain he felt, "Eject." Then, with a hiss, his helmet popped off and was caught before it could fly to far, then this to was brought down in attempt to crush the mans skull.

All the while being splattered with drops from the numerous lacerations along his chin and face.

[member="Horror"]

 

[Bloodknight]

(Martial Arts writing is my specialty)

The man jumped up and the next thing Horror knew, the world was spinning and he was pinned to the ground under his enemy. Horror took two solid hits to the face --the last one redamaging his jaw which had been in the process of healing-- before instinctively covering his face with his forearms. Blow after blow wore down his defense and just when his arms were threatening to break under the pressure, they stopped. Horror uncovered his face to see something quite strange.

While to the world it would seem as if Daemos simply removed his helmet, to the delusional Horror it seemed like The Doctor ripped the skin off of his head to reveal the blood soaked skeletal muscle and bone underneath. When The Doctor's head skin, which somehow managed to keep it's shape, came down towards Horror, he thrust his palm up between his hands at the skin.

To everyone else, this would translate into Horror sitting up and thrusting an open palm up at the helmet as it came for his head. This would push the helmet out of Daemos's hands and behind him. Then, he will immediately use this hand to grab the back of Daemos's head and smash it against the ground to his side. In their new side to side position, Horror would send a hammer fist for his face with his other hand. Finally, he would stand up, grip Daemos by the shoulders and throw him against a nearby earthen wall made by a crevice in the pillar.

[member=D-Man]

 

[Matreya]

(Same. Studied a bit when I was younger. Never got to far, but thats because I never could decide a singular to stick with)

As Horror rose, he would find a bloody yet still clinging Damien. When the man attempted to throw D, it didnt work, Damien held on. However, after the smash against the ground, he felt himself spitting up a molar, to which he sought to make it hit the mans eye. While they rose, Damien continued to hurl knee blow after blow at his enemies ribs.

Then came the attempt throw him, this did indeed dislodge his torso, but his legs, having shifted to a waist grip during roll on the sands, held. Allowing his upper body to bend, flexibly, backwards he planted his hands firmly and sought to use his core muscles to bring Horror with the flip - thus cracking his head, neck and shoulders into the ground.

Regardless of if it managed to lift him, there was a planned kick that would once more seek his opponents jaw. In the mouth lies several potent veins, and when he bit his tounge, he was looking at a heavy flow. If Damien could keep breaking the healing fleah, Horror would bleed out.

[member="Horror"]

 

[Bloodknight]

(Can't remember what sparked my interest in studying martial arts, but I've been doing it for a while. Know a few moves from a variety of styles. In this fight, I've been using some Wing Chun and Krav Maga)

When Horror found himself suddenly thrown, he tucked and rolled to avoid a broken neck and translate his momentum into motion. With only one roll needed to accomplish this, Horror stopped himself from getting too far by kicking his leg out into the ground and rising to a crouch.

Not letting up on The Doctor for even a second, he flew towards Daemos. Once reaching him, he'd grasp his arm and spin. Using his torso for torque, Daemos would be pulled off the ground as he flew over him and be pulled in a wide arc to be slammed into the ground beside the mercenary. Since Horror would be on the ground too, but at a 90º angle from him, he would waste no time in grabbing the back of Daemos's head and slamming his face repeatedly into the ground at an inhuman speed.

[member=D-Man]

 

[Matreya]

Yes Daemos was struck by Horror's attack, but he was swiftly on his feet to start and running all the same, so instead of having a hundred percent control over momentum, it was a struggle. When the man sought to bring him down, Daemos used the velocity of their collision to swing his body around behind his opponent. From there, he attempted the best he could, to grip the mans arms and hold him in a Nelson.

Then, once more, Daemos launched into a full on Force Explosion. Last time, being hardly damaged, Horror had nearly been blown to pieces and there was also space between them. This time, no space, no armor, severe bleeding combined with blood loss, brain damage, all alongside a growing list, how could Horror escape?

Pouring all that he had regained once more, he blew apart even more of the Arena. His body roared in pain, and he almost wanted to give in, but he sustained. By the end of it all, he was left with but what he had before, with more difficulty calling to the power with his body so battered.

Wiping the blood that trickled against his nose he coughed once, "Stay down, even if you can heal from that, you would be even weaker then I am. Plus your beaten far worse than I." Daemos offered, both as warning and offering. If the man even did survive, there would be no fighting after that - not true combat anyway.

His opponent was beaten relentlessly by the Force, and bore no armor, while Daemos still had strength with few bruises while boasting full armor.

[member="Horror"]

 

[Bloodknight]

The Doctor placed Horror's arms in a lock, preventing him from from moving, from freeing himself. What did he think he was doing? All the unbearable torture he was put through in his cell and he thought he was just going to take him back? That by any means he would ever return? No.

"Let. GO OF ME!"

His words were seething with more rage than ever before. He wanted to be let go. More than anything in the world, he wanted to be let go. Through the close contact, Horror began to absorb the energy Daemos was channeling. The very power the mandalorian sought to destroy him with would be transferred to him. He began literally burning that energy within himself, making his skin so hot that Damien would be able to feel it through his suit. Though, with all the energy he already had present within him, he could only absorb half of what Daemos was channeling, but that also had the effect of dampening the power of the latter's explosion when it happened. At the very moment Daemos released his Force Explosion, Horror sent a wave of pure heat and force lightning from his body packed with all the energy he already had, coupled with the energy he stole and being boosted by the planet's connection with the dark side of the force. The resulting discharge of the combined techniques would be seen miles away as a red and yellow mushroom cloud crackling with electricity.

The wave he sent would shock and scorch Daemos through his armor and throw him the length of a football field. Whether it be from the high voltage, intense and overwhelming heat or the blunt trauma to his unprotected head, Daemos would likely be knocked out if not killed. Horror would be no better off. Had he not halved the power of his opponent's point-blank explosion, he would likely be a puddle on the floor, but instead, he was thrown a few yards in the opposite direction, grinding along the tough rock of the crater. His body came to a stop at the edge of the arena. Limp, mangled and bloody, Horror seemed to be dead, but he was merely unconscious.

[member=D-Man]

 

[Matreya]

(See. I knew ya could be good RP'er. Lmao, no joke, were doing this again. Only between just us, with overall destruction being the goal.)

The son of a banshee knew Tutaminis!? Having already been mid action, there was no reversing his motions, however, that wasnt to say that the last of his dispersed energy was wasted. Concentrating on focusing the explosion, he sought to bring it all from the front of his body, rather then in all directions. It did the trick, keeping a great extent of his enemies energies away...

But not all of them, his armor bore scorch marks all over, with the integrity along his bracers now being cecimated as well, alongside the bruising along his back which made it hard to breathe. When the lightning hit, it had lifted Daemos to whip him also across the room. However, during their tussle they had neared the wall, on his end, and thus when he finally managed to catch his breath and clear the stars, he pulled himself from yet another craterous hole this time falling to the ground to land on unsteady feet.

Placing his hand against the back of his skull, he couldnt seem to fathom why there was this sticky wet feeling...

Drawing back his hand, he saw it to be covered in a red goo...

Then slowly Daemos brought his eyes to his enemy through his bangs and lashes, and faster than he had done yet, his body vacuumed energy - this time so powerfully a Miraluka would see a massive vortex aroung him. This was it. The man sought to damage Daemos, and now had succeeded. There was a severe gash along the back of his cranium, with a fractured skull nearly revealed beneath. He had deep tissue bruising all over, with broken and damaged armor.

He was pissed.

Charging at the stilled enemy, Daemos planned to end it once and for all.

Calling out to the Force, his saber weakly flew to his palm, igniting with a snaphiss. Its dull thrum soared through the air, following its hilt, seeking out the tender flesh of his enemies stomach. Laying on the ground, with no armor, while being cleaved down upon, he would have very little escape room if he awoke.

[member="Horror"]

 

[Bloodknight]

(Can't do that if I'm dead, now can we? I was going for a mutual KO for a tie, but since your character wants to go for the kill, I'm going to have to retract my courtesy and just have him KOed. Daemos is a cool character and when we're both master level, we can have a fight to the death on a self-destructing starship or something similar and I don't want to kill him off, but if you continue this fight, I'm going to run out of reasons for the criminally insane Horror not to just kill him every time he gets the chance. So let's just end it here, huh?)

Horror, being unconscious as he was, stayed unmoving as Daemos came charging for him. In his mind, he could see nothing but a deep darkness of an abyss that he felt himself falling into. There were no headaches, visions, no pain and oddly no hatred or fear. For the first time ever, he felt...at peace. But then a bright yellow light pierced the darkness and swallowed him whole as the force flowing through his body sensed the incoming danger and kick started his body and brain. While it would take a second or so for him to fully realize the predicament he was in, his subconsciousness would assess everything in an instant. And that's all that was needed for the force to start moving through his muscles to react. Horror's yellow eyes snapped open just as Daemos was bringing his blade down and, moving at the speed of thought, his left arm shot up and grasped the hilt of the lightsaber. With his force fueled strength and speed, he would move Daemos's arm (and subsequently the lightsaber) to the right while crushing his hand around the ignition, causing the blade to deactivate before it got to fully pierce into his abdomen. Since his opponent was also likely to be putting his weight into the lightsaber strike, the laws of gravity would suggest that his upper body would now fall towards Horror, in which case the mercenary would simultaneously reach his right hand up and grasp his throat while turning himself around to place Daemos on the floor with him kneeling above him, reversing their previous positions.

He began leeching energy from Daemos once again, this time using it to speed up his rapid healing factor while he continuously applied enough force to crush his opponent's windpipe. He'd stay there, kneeling on top of his opponent's chestplate and causing the armor to press into his chest and restrict his breathing while collapsing his trachea to further obstruct his oxygen intake and draining his energy on top of that while keeping his lightsaber controlled and to the side. With those three factors in place, Daemos would find himself rapidly losing strength and health while Horror's was increased. At this point there was little his opponent could plausibly do besides black out. With the lack of oxygen to his brain coupled with the massive brain and cranial damage he received critically impairing his ability to think, if there was a way out of this, it'd be a miracle for him to think it up. Between everything, Daemos would be out cold in a matter of a few seconds.

Horror stood up and looked at the man he just attacked. He didn't recognize him. His memory caught up with him and he remembered that he was a contestant in a contest that he must've just won. Whatever. He didn't have time to waste on killing this man. Not with The Doctor still out there somewhere. Fully rejuvenated now, Horror spread his wings and flew out into space, away from Malachor V.

[member=D-Man]

 

[Matreya]

(Lol dude, the choices for the tournament were forfiet or die. You didnt, so daemos was going to keep coming. As well, I had planned for him to see Horror unconscious and do that whole 'I AM SPARTACUS' thing but...then were back to OP lol. But i get it was to let your character get away so i will work with it.)

With his hand stopped, and thus a direct flow to his energies, there was little Daemos could do. When his power began tugging away swiftly, he did his best to keep his own influx going. In the end, through Damien, Horror gathered enough energy to save himself and flee...

Now, Damien finally collapsed to the ground. Letting his body catch up with his fighting spirit, he gasped for breath. Spasms rocked his spine, and a light sheen of sparkles covered his gaze. But he lived, and would survive his Masters testing.

When the time came to slowly rise, and he found Voracitos gone from sight he pondered what this could mean....