ToC:Canal VS Darth Veles

[Lira Dajenn]

The sounds of buzzing words and sparking conversation could be heard in a low rumble in the gladiatorial arena known as The Cauldron. Thousands of people lined balconies, stadium seating, and individual boxes granted to VIP's. The audience lined a large ring in the center of the stadium sheer walls surrounding it and confining anyone who would be trapped inside. Six gates lined the inner walls of the Cauldron, each a heavy durasteel that dropped down from above, each carved with intricate pictures of Gladiators and Beasts alike. The arena itself was nothing but sand, rock, and and small clumps of recently coagulated blood. It was a harsh unforgiving arena, the perfect place for the first round of a tournament.

Once again the doors slid open to reveal the next set of competitors, this time both fighters were mysterious unknowns, men that had not yet made a name of themselves, or had purposely kept them hidden from the galaxy at large. The crowd still cheered however, especially when they realized that one of the combatants was only a man in armor, much like the earlier Mandalorian. The crowd cheered and chanted, knowing the names only from the rosters. Half shouted Canal, crying for the soldier of the Confederacy to win this bout, and the other half shouted Veles, Praying for the unknown Sith to win this fight.

This time the voice waited for the chants themselves to die down before breaking in. “Two unknown competitors. Two men who have never before known galactic fame! Two men who could now gain it in one fell swoop by winning this competition. A fight that will be echoed through the ages!”

The crowd cheered again, excited to see what could be the makings of a legend. “Begin!”
@CC-117 Canal @[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

Canal heard the cheers of the crowd and smirked from behind his helmet. He has his pistol in its holster, DC-15S in one hand, two knives: one that was concealed on his right gauntlet and the other one on his left shoulder not concealed, his shotgun strapped on his left shoulder, and four detonators on his belt. He was in his clone commando armor that showed scorch marks and other damages that were on it, which proved to his opponent and the crowd that he is a veteran and a true warrior that fought until the end. He looked all his surroundings and saw the crowd and the ring. Nothing but sand and rocks and blood.

Well at least it ain't an actual desert with dunes and all that cause its gonna make me slow.

Canal was confident and he knew that he would ultimately be the victor of this round. Why? From all his harsh Mandolorian training he received back on Kamino. They taught him how to defeat a Sith, Jedi, anything you can name. He took off his helmet revealing his face to everyone. His face resembled of Jango Fett and was straight up bald and no facial hair at all. He hold his helmet with his left hand and spoke in a tone where everyone had to shut up in order to hear him.

"I juts want you to know, Sith, that it'll be me who will win the tournament. And when I defeat you all of my brothers and sisters of the Dread Guard, Colonel Isley, and Mandalore and its warriors will be pleased to hear my victory over a Sith. Prepare to join your ancestors!"

With that he put back his helmet in his head and jogged to his opponent. He attacked first by shooting five energy bolts at him at a rapid speed by his trigger finger aiming at the Sith's chest. He did a Mandolorian war cry as he continued to jog at his opponent.

@Darth Veles

 

[Darth Veles]

Stepping through the doorway, a Mon Calamari revealed himself, his twin lightsaber immediately informing everyone of his allegiance. The amphibious Sith glared around with his bulbous orbs, swiveling them independently to scan as much of the arena as possible to know where to go, where to hide. This particular environment would do no good to an average Mon Calamari, their skin drying out and making them feel very uncomfortable. Avreet was not an ordinary Mon Cal though; he was a true Sith, educated on the crimson sands of Korriban in the ways of the Sith, the brutal training made him tolerant to such heat. As such, he paid little attention to the burning sand under his boots. Just as the ground, the people in the arena thirsted for blood, cheering for him and his opponent. Probably the only person who felt no bloodlust was ironically the Sith combatant who had joined the tournament just to test his skills against various opponents. Always keeping his cool and calm attitude, he knew he could not let any emotions cloud his judgement. Just cold pragmatism, occasionally crossed with his personal code of honor.

The Mon Cal's gaze finally fell upon his opponent and made the amphibian frown. Expecting someone more...intimidating, he found the enemy would be a simple soldier of the Confederacy. An artificially bred filth who knew nothing more than fighting, as he was created just to fight and kill, blindly following orders only to ultimately be wasted alongside his brothers, nothing more than an expendable life form none would cry for. His face resembled the one of an ancient bounty hunter, a long dead man with little to no significance to the galaxy. When he spoke, Avreet noted his overconfidence and his left eye briefly glanced at the detonators on the belt of the soldier. Did this guy really believe he could defeat a former leader of the Sith special forces, veteran of many campaigns the Sith Empire launched against the Republic? The soldier could not be felt through the Force, but that would hardly make him superior to a true Sith.

Darth Veles' face remained expresionless as the Sith Knight unclipped one of the lightsabers from his belt and ignited its crimson plasma blade, pointing it at the clone without saying a word. The man just said the last word when Avreet raised his left hand as well, though holding no lightsaber in it. No, reached out with telekinesis and attempted to touch the man to confirm his sucpicions. Truly, the Force had no effect on the clone as if he was not even there. It, however, still could very much manipulate with the clone's gear.

As the clone tried to close the distance between them, firing five shots, the Mon Calamari swung his lightsaber at the incoming shots and quickly jogged to the left, using Force speed while going by the wall of the arena to keep as far from the man as possible. Three blaster bolts were wildly deflected to the ground or sky, while two had missed entirely due to the Sith's speed. His left hand still raised, he telekinetically pressed the ignition buttons on the four detonators hanging on the clone's belt. It would be hard for him to get rid of them in the time before they exploded. If the man attempted to toss them at him, the Mon Cal would telekinetically hurl them back as soon as they left the clone's hands while still trying to stay away from the man as far as possible.

@[member="CC-117 Canal"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

All of a sudden he heard his detonators being activated. He took off his leather belt that was attached to his armor and jumped and did a dolphin dive to get away from the detonators. He could feel the explosion behind him which gave him a boost when he jumped. He was severely damaged but it did leave marks on his armor. He got up and said to the Sith, "Fight me with courage, Sith. Fight me and stop acting like a coward!" He then ran to Sith and continued firing at the Sith. This time he sent a swarm of bolts an our away his rifle cause he wanted to save it for later. He then took out his pistol and again sent a swarm o bolts at the fish head. He was close but not too close to the sith so he wouldn't get surprised by the Sith an its magic. He then took out his vibroblade knife and then fast walked at the Sith too close in some distance between them.

@[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Darth Veles]

Darth Veles could not help but giggle upon seeing the man taking off his belt with detonators as quickly as possible, knowing he had only seconds before the four explosives went off, and jumped not to get swallowed in the explosion. The crowd also found it quite amusing to watch one of the men suddenly fight for his life, only moments separating his from disappearing in the Void. The match has just started and there were already explosions! What could possibly come next? The smile on the Sith's face only widened when the man called him a coward. The first sign that the clone realized he was going to lose and attempted to anger him into blindly attacking and slipping into his own grave. Such simple provocation might have worked on an apprentice, but not on a Sith Knight.

Deflecting the bolts with his lightsaber, the clone's accuracy actually helping him to send away the shots, the Mon Cal decided it was time to offer the people who came to watch something worth their hard earned credits and throw a nice twist into the duel. As he had done so many times before, the young Knight became transparent until completely disappearing. While bending light around himself to be invisible, his mind also focused on another trick with light bending; making a large projection. Not an illusion, as illusions worked with minds and the clone seemed to be Force immune or at least highly resistant, but a projection into the world for everyone to see, bending waves of light to create something big and make the crowd gasp in awe. No longer they could see the Mon Calamari Sith; a large Rancor stood in his place. Avreet, still invisible and bending sounds so the lightsabers humming through the air would not be heard, used this large distraction to Force jump his way over the clone to the far end of the arena and created yet another projection; his exact copy appearing to the clone's left with both lightsabers ignited, ready to sever @[member="CC-117 Canal"]'s head from his shoulders. If the clone attacked Avreet's copy, the large Rancor would disappear and the clone of the Sith would fall to the ground, wound in a proper place to make it look like he was defeated.

The real Mon Calamari quickly put both lightsabers back to his belt and reached behind, taking something large off his back. Kneeling down, he looked through the scope of a XS-09 sniper rifle and aimed at the clone's torso, the easiest target and also a container of his heart. The bolts that started flying from the barrel would be visible as his cybertetic finger rapidly pressed the trigger, enhanced muscles absorbing the recoil of the rifle and allowing him to spit shots without the need to take aim after every shot. In that moment, all projections would disappear and even Avreet's cloak vanished so he wouldn't needlessly waste his energy after his position was already revealed.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Canal knew what was coming at him. The Sith did a little bit of force disappearing thing and boom he was gone. Your tricks don't and won't work on me Sith. He then saw a rancor and smiled knowing that this was just and illusion created by the Sith to confuse him and entertain the people. He smiled as if though nothing won't happen cause illusions don't harm you unless you become crazy and that would be a whole different story. Then he heard lighsabers and saw the Sith at his left preparing to attack Canal. As quickly as he can Canal turned to his left and put the gun up to the head of the Sith and shot him, smelling the ozone and seeing the fish fall dead. Victory is mine.

Then he felt a blaster bolt hit him on his left arm. Crap, it was all just a trick. He dropped low to not get hit by more bolts. "You're gonna need more than a sniper to take me down, coward." The bolt didn't bother him and didn't do any damage to him and his armor. He looked from where the bolts came from and shot a couple bolts at the Sith before he could disappear again. The projectors that appeared soon disappeared. It was time to be on high alert not because he was scared of the Sith but to be tricked and surprised by the Sith knowing that this Sith is a highly trained Sith warrior. What a fine opponent he is for Canal.

@[member="Darth Veles"]

((Tell me if I have to edit anything if it doesn't sound reasonable to you. But at the same time don't take advantage from that so you don't become victorious just because I let you))

 

[Darth Veles]

Seeing the blaster bolt has been absorbed by the armor, the amphibious Sith let go of the sniper rifle and jumped, using his crouched position and the Force to quickly get out of the way of the blaster bolts flying at him, still ignoring the insults thrown at him. He could not affort to remain stationary, not if the clone's been using ranged weapons. Opening the palms of his hands, Darth Veles telekinetically grasped his lightsabers and moved them into his hands. The ignition buttons were pressed once again, letting the crimson blades of superheated plasma appear. The Mon Cal's short flight through the air ended as he landed at the clone's right side, several meters away from him, yet as soon as his feet touched the ground he created another illusion. As before, Avreet disappeared under Force cloak, immediately jumping again and creating two other projections. Both of them were clones of himself, both of them appeared at the clone's sides and launched themselves at him, their crimson blades whizzing through the air as the Darth bent sound waves to create a humming like lightsabers did. "Bow to your death!" yelled both of the projections to catch the man's attention.

The real Sith muffled the noise his weapons made and flew above the clone as an invisible phantom, silently landing behind the soldier. The two copies would disappear and made room for two new ones to appear, this time attacking the two remaining sides, so one of the clones materialized right in front of the real Mon Calamari who did a similar move as his copies, launching himself at the clone with a lightning speed and one lightsaber pointing at the man, seeking to impale him through his midsection. The other lightsaber remained just as a tool of defense if something went wrong.

@[member="CC-117 Canal"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

Perhaps the Sith could hide away from Canal but he couldn't hide away from his advance HUD. He saw the fish going to his right and then created two clones of himself. Canal stood still as he allowed the illusions going at him. Bow to your death. Good one. Really funny. They disappeared as soon they came at him. Then he saw on his HUD that the sith was right behind him and two more illusions came. Well he could attack but he doesn't want to risk getting hit by a saber yet since the Sith was coming at him fast. He then had an idea. He just went low. He put his whole body on the ground facing downward. He then barrel rolled to his right in a quick pace so he could get away from the Sith. Fricking op fething fish head. "All right Sith. Why don't we fight fair and not go op on each other. It doesn't really make it a duel if we're just hiding and going around the whole place." He said facing to the Sith. Well at least I got out of that void, barely had any options.

@[member=Darth Veles]

 

[Darth Veles]

Avreet flew over the clone, watching as the man rolled in the sand. Landing a few meters away, creating a small cloud of dust as his boots slid on the sand, the Mon Cal Sith turned to face the man again, pointing at him with both of his lightsabers. His silhouette slowly became visible again, gaining shape in the sun until the assassin appeared again, watching his opponent with a burning gaze on his otherwise calm expression. The lightsaber in his right hand eventually parted with him, flying at the clone as if to impale him, only to stop halfway and remain there. Its crimson plasma blade hummed through the air as the weapon flew to the clone's right side, still pointing at him and circled the man from several meters until it got behind him. At the same time, the fishy Sith made a step forward, then another, just as the telekinetically held blade started closing the distance too. If the clone fired at Avreet, the blade would rapidly accelerate seeking to stab the clone through the lower portion of his back. Shooting at the telekenetically held weapon would yield in the same result, the only addition would be the Sith charging at Canal, holding out his cybernetic hand ready to send Force push at the weapon the clone held in case the man turned around and fired.

@[member="CC-117 Canal"]