ToC: Alexandra Cinthra VS Triam Akovin

[Evelynn]

A piercing cry of the valrain soaring high above the Cauldron was lost to the world, drowned out by the untamed commotion of the crowds down below.

The Silent Queen Evelynn stood high above upon the central balcony, her vision splayed across the various screens around the arena. Draped in both expensive and delicate silks the girl wore a face of what could only be described as cool indifference. If truth be told she was more excited for this bout than any of the others, but she chose to make her personal presence let that be known rather than her visage.

@Alexandra Cintrha and @[member="Triam Akovin"] were two of the more unknown gladiators taking part in the tournament. Two Davids amongst a sea of Goliaths. A pity that only one would progress this round.

For this fight she had no announcer with her, deciding to keep an element of mystery to the bout. Yes. Let them make a name for themselves instead. The woman raised a single finger to up to the crowd, momentarily hushing the spectators.

Absorb this moment.

A single flourish of her hand and the gates thundered open, releasing the fighters into the pit.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

It was time fore her new Armor to take a field test, and oh how this field test would be interesting. She came out into the open area looking over the small crowd that had gathered for this battle of no names, hell she even had her face covered by a helmet, her face unknown to the observers because of her combat mask. A Silver Wanderer turned gladiator, a fitting place for her skills and armor to take a field test. Her eyes now turned to the far gate, waiting for her oppenent as her sabers remained at her belt, waiting to see what kind of enemy it is that she would be fighting.

@[member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[Cassus Akovin]

The Pit...

So then this is the place where she would begin her path to riches. The Republic Traitor, Escapee of the Pit, Metal Lackey of Popo.... Millionaire. She liked these titles, and flexed her metal hand in remembrance of what it took to acquire those things. Her ludicrously heavy boots beat against the hard gravel of the arena, connected by powerful hydraulics to her shiny silver plated armor of Ultrachrome. Like a true gladiator she strutted into the roaring crowds in all her tiny glory. She normally unimpressive woman walked with her helmet mechanically pulled away into a pouch on her back, hidden under a simple brown cloak that draped over her. She did so with the intention of concealing any exploitable weaknesses in the integrity of her armor. At her sides she carried her side arms, while in one arm swung a simple rifle, with a casual... even playful carelessness.

She was by no means armed to the teeth, but her commodities would indeed help turn the uneven tide in her favor. Her platinum blonde hair cropped short gleamed in the blaring sun, as her striking blue eyes squinted in the terrible heat. She held a clawed and gauntlet-ed hand to her face as she observed the sky and all that it held. A terrifying winged creature high above shrieking, circling the arena like some supernatural vulture. She tried to push such thoughts out of her mind. Truth be told, she'd rather not kill today. She was still reminded daily of her grief by the presence... or rather, lack of the presence of her replaced hand.

She also realized however the situation and terms were different here, this would be no officer simply doing his duty, she was not on the run. She was not weak, and now no Jedi would be chasing her.

She would be the one chasing them.

With a nod, her helmet sliced through the crisp air as it clanged over head, to join with its other half in front of her face. Only a gladiatorial slit augmented with technology allowed her vision. It was a simple visual display, nothing fancy. She didn't need such fancies today. Her right foot joined the ground, as she hefted the rifle up to level, and aimed at the silver clad warrior down the arena.

"Who's going to make the first move? I don't have all day to bake in the sun." She yelled across the distance between them.

@[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra smiled behind her mask and ignited both her sabers while she stood there, her eyes looking over the woman before speaking through her mask. "By all means, after you." She shifted and got into a defensive stance, left food planted as her right foot slid back, her left arm leveled and pointed at the woman while her right blade crossed over parallel with her midsection. It was time to see what this one did, and for her to see how well this one did it because other wise this was going to be a walk in the park so to say. @[member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[Cassus Akovin]

The other woman engaged in some sort of flourish with her dainty lightsabers. That was when Triam began her target assessment. It began with the glare of the lightsabers.

Safe. She immediately thought, and then moved on.

She was a melee artist that relied on concentration, she held a lightsaber in each hand which indicated a speed orientated fighting style. Speed required the least amount of weight as possible, thus she concluded the armor was between medium and light. She didn't appear to contain any specialty materials like the ones Triam worked with on a near daily basis. Thus it was likely the light armor was meant for blaster protection rather than saber, and also it was likely fallible at the joints or limbs. She also had a mask that seemed to be separate from the armor. Triam couldn't tell the capabilities the mask may hold, thus she decided she would use the scientific method to find out.

Shoot the face.

She started to run at an angle and aimed her rifle directly at his opponents face or soon to be lightsaber flailing limbs. She had to little to worry about from the lightsabers or even her own blaster bolts, though she would still rather avoid them. Their kinetic energy still caused a bit of bruising beneath the armor.

She had a plan. Triam was outfitted with armor that would make it exceedingly difficult for the Jedi to slay her with out endangering herself to the point of suicide, and the ability to remain grounded wherever she stood. The Jedi would be faced and she'll want to get in close. Thus she'll be exhausting more energy in dodging her attacks and getting close to Triam, than Triam would exhaust by strafing and pulling a trigger.

The plan then, was to exhaust the Jedi so when the inevitable close range came in, Triam would be overpowering.

@[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra smiled behind the mask as her arms moved nearly on their own, experience and speed were two things she had and this armor was but a little bit of extra weight that she would have to deal with and if it became too much she would release the clamps and let the restrictive parts of the armor, the metal, drop to the floor. But for now there was no need to even consider losing the armor at the time, her hands moved in fluid motions, moving from one blaster bolt to another, the good thing about blaster rifles was their inaccuracy and the woman running did not make the weapon any more accurate than it already was meaning that she only need block the bolts that came too close.

She was studying the woman too, interested in the woman. First the boots, it was obvious that she would have a bit of trouble later on as she could tell they were significantly heavier, but the woman ran with an somewhat ease making Alexandra suspect that there was something more too them, what that was she wasnt sure. Next came the main armor, which she could easily tell from both its appearance and Alexandra's own experiences with fighting other warriors that it wasnt a simple make, no this was crafted for one person which means it was Phrik, Cortosis, Ultrachrome, or Songsteel... well one of those four aspects but not necessarily them. Last came the gloves, assuming she was right about the last two items there had to be something special with them too, but that she was not sure of.

So in short, considering teh woman's loadout and armor, she would try and get Alexandra to tire out before she did, oh how these ranged weapon types over estimated how much it took to wear out an experienced force user. For now she would play along, only defending against the blaster bolts while she began to draw in force energy behind her and in her legs, waiting to strike at the right moment and end this quickly.

@[member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[Cassus Akovin]

@[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

Quickly, Triam observed that her opponent was baiting her to come closer. She blocked the bolts easily and stood her ground, which was interesting to say the least. A lightly armored weak gripped melee shouldn't be holding her ground against a heavier opponent with range. The Jedi type though almost always did the exact opposite of what they were meant to though. There was one thing this Jedi person didn't know though, Triam was stubborn...

... and she would play no game but her own.

She continued her circling maneuver and continued to fire at her face to no avail. Either the Jedi would come to her, or this would be a really, really, REALLY drawn out fight.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra moved as if she barely cared, blocking the shots that would hit her and leaving those that would not fly by as she kept her body turned so that her side faced the woman and provided a much smaller target than if she stood with her front facing the woman. In truth Alexandra was doing two things, the first being studying the woman, testing her patience, and further studying of the armor and her movements, she wanted Alexandra to chase her, to exhaust herself and Alexandra would oblige, but not right now. No this came to the second fact, she was building up force energy behind her arms and in her muscles as she stood there. She would prepare to unleash not a short bust but to use a reserve of power on the flip of a hat, letting the woman remain off balance for when the real fighting comes. @[member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[Cassus Akovin]

Angry that the woman would not follow her already, she opted strafing was pretty useless now. Thus she stopped where she was, took out a pistol and held it at the side of her rifle. She set the rifle to full auto and sent a wall of blazing bolts down range at the woman. Her accuracy was slightly shot with her weaker grip on the rifle (on full auto) and extending her concentration on the additional pistol, but that didn't matter, Jedi have been killed by far less than the shear number of shots she was pouring out.

Her brow was ruffled with impatience. She would play no ones game, that was simply the end of it.

@[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Smiled as the other woman grew increasingly irritated, and would have kept smiling had the blaster not suddenly unleashed a volley of rapidly fired shots, she drew her second blade forward and focused on the other woman's anger, using it in conjunction with a bit of her own built up energy to quicken her response time while also backing away from @[member="Triam Akovin"] to provide a much smaller target and let the blaster fire fall wide and low, far from being used to their full ability, what she needed was to build up alittle more energy and once done tear the rifle from her grasp or atleast throw its fire in a completely different direction. In her attempt to back up and block though she did miss one bolt that had fallen low and hit her in the thigh, though much of the energy was absorbed it still punched through a bit and seared her flesh, for now she locked that pain away for later use.

 

[Cassus Akovin]

The Jedi backed away, and Triam walked forward. A target doesn't get smaller if you follow it in a straight line. She was though, getting tired of holding a rifle with one arm and using the other hand for a pistol. That seemed a bit stupid now. Her impatience subsided a bit watching the woman take a hit and backing away. Her rifle though would surely over heat or otherwise run out of ammo soon. She stowed away the pistol and got a better grip on her rifle, increasing her accuracy. At this rate, Triam wouldn't even need to use her specialties to take down the Jedi. She would shoot her down in front of everyone watching this, and that way the could spread the FACT that Jedi could be killed with the crappiest guns in the galaxy.

And if she couldn't, oh well, she'd still get her way. She would make sure of that.

@[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra smiled and as she walked dropped a small detonator, letting it run down the back of her right leg so as to remain invisible to the woman that was now walking in the same direction. Alexandra did not fight cleanly in the least sense and she didnt have to, she wasnt a jedi and why should she worry about having to act like one, no once the detonator was down she continued to walk back until she was on the edge of the ring where she just set her feet and blocked the bolts best she could, thankfully it was such a bad gun because a good number of the bolts still flew wide as the woman came closer. Alexandra smiled as she waited, the sensor to activate the detonator primed and ready, flashing lightly on her wrist. @[member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[Cassus Akovin]

The funny thing about guns and getting closer to their bolts firing source, is the fact that they do not get very wide at all... no matter how crappy they are. How the woman managed a concentration on the grenade, block a full auto rifle at a closing distance whilst utilizing two blades (a complicated form requiring a degree of concentration) with a weak one handed grip was really... quite unlikely to say the least.

Still didn't matter to Triam, grenade or no grenade. She was a hunter of rare minerals which often required the use of explosives. She would be stupid not to carry an explosive specific shield belt, and her own explosives. She wasn't about to reveal where those were though. But as soon as Triam noticed she was carry an explosive, it would be effectively rendered useless. Her rifle was pretty much done for anyway, so as the Jedi came in she threw the thing at her, counting that she'd either slice it to pieces or force it away in order to give Triam time to do her work. She pulled out her two pistols and fired some more into a flailing Jedi. She smiled just a hair.

You're ill equipped to take on me, Jedi.

@[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]