There can be only one! (Kyrel Vs Graf)

[Kyrel Ren]

Alzoc III the world that is basically a frozen wasteland, was the place for duel between the traitor and pretender [member="Tanomas Graf"] and the Disciple of Ren Kyrel Ren. Kyrel had contacted the so called Emperor to face off against him, and to show who was the true heir to the former Imperial Hero Darth Vader. Graf had gone too far by crafting a replica armor of the former Sith Lord, and so the outraged Kyrel challenged him for his legacy. Graf chose Alzoc III as his place of choosing, and so Kyrel had answered.

He arrived in his TIE Advanced, the fighter emerging from hyperspace and towards the coordinates that was provided by Graf. The twin ion engines roared as it descended rapidly towards the atmosphere. Within moments the fighter made it's way past the atmosphere, and into the freezing winds of the world. He positioned the ship with the control yokes to descend into a clear patch of snow not far from the coordinates.

He hopped out of the fighter. Standing a swirl of rage and anger clung around him, as he remembered having respect for the man that he served in the First Order as a respected admiral, and even at one point Having served on a star destroyer during the conquest of the red nebula. Now he had nothing but hatred for him. He walked towards the coordinates that he was given sensing his force signature, he walked purposefully towards it his saber clenched tightly in his hand.


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[Tanomas Graf]

As Kyrel Ren approached the coordinates he was given, a noise could be heard over the continuous flurry of snow. It was then that the Emperor appeared through the sheet of snow, armored from head to toe in a amazingly detailed replica of Lord Darth Vader's armor, except it wasn't a life support suit, it was fully fledged armor, made of many durable materials, some even lightsaber resistant. The emotionless mask settled on the form of the Disciple as the dark lord trudged towards him.

"So." The amplified, baritone voice started "The Disciple dares challenge an Emperor. I give you credit where it is due, many of your Order do not have the resolve to duel me personally.". The man's lightsaber jumped from his utility belt into his hand, and the pearly white blade sprung to life as he activated it.

"The Force is with you, young disciple...But you are not a Ren yet..."

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

He walked forward his lightsaber in hand. He saw the figure, and merely scoffed at it, His rage intensifying with every step. He thought to himself. 'I'm going to enjoy killing him.' He felt such rage at how the fool mocked the great figure, that he wanted to tear him to pieces and rip the armor off. He matched the familiar breathing sound with his own. He stood there for a moment studying him, and preparing a Force barrier just in case he did any force based attacks.

He ignites his saber, and replied at the idiotic remark saying in a angry tone. "You crossed the line pretender. You sully Lord Vader's name. He snorted upon hearing that tone. 'I am already a Ren fool." He than attempted to launch the first blows, studying Vader's variant of form V closely through his training he attempted to attack him with aggressive strikes attempting to go for his chest,and head all the while trying to drive him back, and relying upon his hatred for him to gain the upper hand in the duel.

[member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Tanomas Graf]

Graf felt the anger emanating from the young one, he hoped that he could control it properly or all it would server to do is consume him. The old man remained calm under his armor as the Ren made his first attacks, bringing his lightsaber up they both made contact for the first of many times.

The Emperor could feel the pure rage pulsing through the blade, but he nonetheless was successful in blocking the blade. "Your anger makes your strong." He breathed "But my passion makes me stronger!", as he attempted to push the young one's blade back, then unlocking their sabers to make a strong horizontal slash for his extremities.

He did not want to kill him, not yet, he had an offer for the young one.

He just needed to get him to listen.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

[member="Tanomas Graf"]



He would continue his fury based attacks attempting to push him deeper. He used his anger and rage as a source of strength. He never felt more anger and hate as he did right now. This man was a traitor to the First Order and deserved to be killed, but he wanted to toy with him and humiliate him for his blasphemy of Vader. He would make sure the man would pay by destroying his Replica.

Their blades clashed, and with the clash sparks went flying from place to place. He engaged into a lock and upon hearing what he said, he replied."Your a foolish old man who knows nothing of the dark side." He attempted to strike for his limbs by spinning his blade to confuse him, and than attempting strong power attacks to break his defense.

 

[Tanomas Graf]

Graf was caught off guard by the spinning, but he sensed the strike coming and, hopefully to the chagrin of his opponent, merely smacked the blade to the side with his hand using a combination of Tutaminis and the phrik infused into his gauntlets. The old man knew that that wouldn't keep his enemy distracted for long until he reattempted his strike, so instead he tucked his elbows into his chest and began rapidly spinning his lightsaber around as he moved towards his enemy, hoping to stun him, and then finished by unleashing a torrent of blue force lightning directed to annihilate Kyrel Ren.

"You Ren are all the same, you only focus on one side of the force and the powers with it. You only challenged me because you could not admit it, the fact that you will never be as strong as Darth Vader. Your weakness and aspirations to imitate when you can't is a blemish on his memory." The Emperor stated, swiftly attempting to strike him once more.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

He angled his blade to avoid the glove and than started to block his spinning blade with a Soresu stance. He kept up his defense backing away a little. He was not impressed by the man as he had faced stronger opponents than he and was determined to put him to an end. He than raised his saber blocking his lightning with relative ease. He had never had the ability to wield Force lightning but he knew how to counter it. He knew that he could hold his own against the false emperor his skill in the force is what counted not his rank or status.

He scoffed at him, and replied angrily. "Please I know i can never be strong i am not delusional, and we Ren focus on the dark side because that is our way. soon enough your Remnant will fall and the First Order victorious. I came here because you were mocking Lord Vader i take serious offense to that and so that is why i have to eliminate you."

He went back and forth between Soresu and Djem So. Blocking attacks and attempting to make his own he than attempted to use the force in a powerful blast sending him flying hard into several trees.

[member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Tanomas Graf]

The roar came and Graf was pushed back far into a small grove of trees, but he never fell over. It would seem that the dark lord had been defeated until several of the hardy trees were lifted from the ground, roots dangling beneath them, and launched towards the Ren at high speeds.

While they were on their way towards him, Graf sprinted, albeit trudgingly under the weight of his armor, and leaped into the air assisted by the Force. He hoped that his enemy would be distracted by the trees and was enough of a brute to realize that it was only a distraction.

He brought his saber down hard, and if that didn't hit him, the shockwave caused by the Emperor landing certainly would.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

He had hoped that would put a quick end to the pretender. He looked as he went flying into the tree's and felt a sense of triumph. He lowered his saber, and was about to walk towards the area when he felt the force speaking to him, and so he stopped. He than saw the enemy launch at high speeds and raised his saber in a defensive stance. He than used the force to make him stand his ground. When he saw him, he laughed there was no way that he could attempt such a thing. As an expert in Vader what he was witnessing was a joke. By all intents and purposes this so called impostor was a joke. Kyrel with his cybernetics couldn't attempt such a thing with his own suit, this was entirely an impossible feat for a force user in weighted armor and so how he did this meant he was some sort of god. He wasn't and Kyrel would prove that.

He than saw the tree's and attempted to slice the tree's cutting them with ease. He than knew that he was no fool in order to figure out this was a distraction. Thanks to being stuck to the ground with the support of the force. It would make the shockwave nothing. He attempted if graf made suck a landing to resume his attacks bashing at him,and attempting to impale his saber into his lower side.

[member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Tanomas Graf]

Graf had stated earlier that passion was stronger than anger, but there was one thing stronger than both of those, rage. And when the old man saw the disciple, the fething disciple, untouched by what some would consider a powerful attack, he was filled to the brim with it. Four decades of pent up rage, at the Sith, at the Republic, at the Order, at the Alliance, at the Galaxy itself, was starting to let loose. He had a decision their and now, release it and obliterate this hapless Ren while attempting to control it later, or prolong the duel unnecessarily.

He chose the former.

Red bolts of what looked like force lightning surged across the surface of the dark lord's armour. He brought his saber up in a flash to block the attacks, switching from his one-handed lightsaber technique to gripping the hilt with both hands before stomping towards his enemy, slashing his lightsaber every which way he could at Kyrel even attempting to stab him in the chest should he dare move his lightsaber away from there. This renewed barrage of attacks was ended with a powerful Force push, powerful enough to make the snow surrounding them part. Force lightning once again flew out of his hands, but he did not stop, instead focusing it directly at him and increasing the intensity by the second.

[member="Kyrel Ren"]

 

[Kyrel Ren]

[member="Tanomas Graf"]

He mentally laughed as he saw what he was doing. He saw that the fool was using a mix of Force Rage, and what looked to be some sort of Force Lightning. This man did indeed know nothing of the dark side, any acolyte would know that to use Lightning and Rage would be a foolish thing to do. So he absorbed his pathetic lightning with his saber, but when he was pushed back he flew with it going back. He than obliged him with his strikes, and went into a Soresu stance to block most of the strikes. He wanted to play with him and so utilized the Dun Moch technique to mock him, and so as he was on the defensive he said in a mocking tone. "Look at you Commodore. You have been nothing,but an old man with a mid life crisis, and decides to play dress up. Listen Admiral you are nothing, You have been nothing and will always be nothing. You think you know passion, fool my power is greater than your's passion is nothing compared to hate, or rage. You sully the force and the name Imperial with your stink, you pathetic sad worm of a man."

He took pleasure in mocking him, as he absorbed the blunt of his attacks with ease,feeding off his hatred increasing his hate. When he saw that the combo of the two power's weakening effect on him like all force users, he took it and than focused the force into Graf's lightsaber, and attempted to apply a gentle touch to his emitter shroud,focusing on the weaknesses he subtly applied pressure to it. Within moments the shroud would burst crippling his saber. He grinned he saw this opportunity and stopped the defensive, and went into the offensive. Focusing on his hate and rage he attempted to with his free hand to to apply a gentle touch to his neck like a touch of a jealous lover gaining the upper hand, he applied it slowly on his windpipe making him slowly choke to savor the moment. He than said pleased, and mockingly. "All too easy Commodore Your arrogance is that of tantrum of a child, and they call you Emperor. You're a mere kath pup in the face of hounds. You left because you never could get your way, so you created a band of outcasts that became nothing but admirers to you, kissing and licking at your boots for power. How pathetic that you will never be as great as Vader or Palpatine. I almost feel sorry than again feeling sorry for pathetic worms that grovel and feed off scraps of true Imperials is not the way of the dark side is it."

He applied more pressure on the windpipe, making it where at this point he couldn't breathe, and now he couldn't help but let a mechanical laugh as he started closing his fist completely force choking him, and watching the pathetic little man with a superiority complex squirm underneath his heel. No matter how hard he tried he would never escape, as at this point he would be choking all circulation was cut off, and now he had him right where he wanted him. His fist clenched tightly, and about ready for him to either die from suffocation or the snap of the neck. Kyrel wanted to enjoy the death of this one slowly.