ToC:Darth Vulcanus VS Phoebe Verd

[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.

For a third time the doors on the opposite sides of the Arena slid open, pulling up into the walls above and revealing the two competitors slated to fight one another. This time the crowd did not cheer at first, but gasped as they saw one of the Competitors. Krag, now known as Darth Vulcanus. A man feared for his severity, his ferocity, and his penchant for murder. Cold shock however turned into cheers as the crowd realized the intensity of the fight that was about to happen. Opposite Krag came Phoebe Verd, a Templar Master and grand fighter in her own right. They cheered and roared, knowing that this fight would surpass many others that would be seen today.

“The Third Fight! Two Masters of the force facing one another within our Cauldron. Two people who hold such strength that their gifts are thought of as legendary and tales of them spread even to Rattatak!” The crowd nearly drowned her out this time, consuming her words and lapping them up as fast as they could. They were clearly eager for this fight.

Ilyena and Evelynn looked at each other for the briefest moment, then the Queens voice echoed again “Begin!”
@[member="Darth Vulcanus"] @[member="Phoebe Verd"]

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

@Phoebe Verd

Roars, cheers but best of all were the gasps of fear. Vulcanus longed to hear the gasping cries of those who laid eyes on him and this arena seemed like the perfect place to do just that. Stepping out into the arena in his powerful Sith armor, Vulcanus put a hand on his Sith Sword and glared at the lightsider that stood at the other end of the arena. Pitiful, it seemed that the Jedi could offer him nothing but weak peasants...but no matter. Vulcanus had learned much after he had almost lost his life on Sabarene and had mediated harder on his armor when the Graug fixed it. He would crush this weakling under his boot and then post her head in his throne room, a permanent decoration until her skull's dust was grounded down by time.

Pointing a long, jagged claw at the Jedi the beast roared in a voice of thunder "Jedi, you will know fear this day." and with that the Sith manifested a ball of magma into his hand and shot it towards the Master with a burst of force that sent it crossing the distance with the speed of a blaster bolt.

 

[Phoebe Draclau]

"Did you just call me a Jedi?" Phoebe questioned as stepped into the arena. That was such an insult to the woman it wasn't even funny. She had spent her life working to get away from the Jedi and this monster dear call her one. It was pretty obvious that he did not know whom he was dealing with. No matter, she would soon show him what it was she had up her sleeves. Phoebe would start off small though as she couldn't show all her cards at once.

As the blast of fire came at Phoebe she used Force barrier to block it with a laugh. "Is that really the best that you got? Allow me to give you a taste of my "Jedi" powers. The anger she felt over his words just fueled her more allowing her to tap into her darkerside conjuring up an invisible spear (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Darkshear)using darkside energies which she threw at @[member="Darth Vulcanus"] .

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

@[member="Phoebe Verd"]

Vulcanus watched as his ball of magma was pushed away by a simple force barrier. She was utilizing her passion, the Dark Lord could feel it from here and that meant that she was indeed no Jedi. This fact was only further confirmed as the non-Jedi conjured a spear of pure darkside energy and threw it at Vulcanus, the spear itself invisible but the energy it gave off was more than noticeable. Like a speeding train the spear came at the Dark Lord, forcing him to act quickly and bring his clawed hand up in an upward wave motion. Over the course of his use of pyrokenisis, Vulcanus had learned that the physical force (which he utilized for his pyro attacks) was astronomically amplified through physical movements to compliment them. And thus the result from his sweeping hand motion and his concentration was a spontaneous wall of flame that shot up in front of the beast like a shield. The flames, being powered by the darkside, acted as a repellent and deflected the spear of energy much like a force barrier, but in a much more stylish manner ( )


As the shield of fire subsided, a deep chuckle echoed from the gut of the Graug Warlord. When each stubborn tongue of flame had dissipated, the Not-So-Jedi Master would see the severe alteration in Vulcanus's eye color. Instead of the burning sulfuric yellow that signified his species constant immersion in the darkside, the beast's eyes were now marbles of black. Neither eye held a pupil anymore, they both had become a pits of darkness that seemed to draw the very life out of the force wherever they looked. No soul, no life, no fear...just darkness. "No, weakling, you have yet to witness a fraction of my power."

Calling the darkside around him, preparing the energies he harnessed to bend reality as they both knew it, the beast also positioned his body in order to use the techniques he had picked up through his own use of the force. The Shapers of Kro Var had long known these techniques and used them even in the beginning of their training, but Vulcanus had just now discovered them and it would give him the ultimate use out of his power. Taking a sudden and violent step forward, Vulcanus moved the dark energy around him as he shot his right fist up and towards his opponent. The Dark Lord's movements were strong and violent as to command the force around him, yet the force itself was swift, powerful and elegant. Just like fire in the natural world, Krag was the violent spark that started the flames and the force was the powerful elegance of the fire itself.

When Vulcanus's arm reached full extension, a thin and concentrated stream of fire shot from the air just above his knuckles. The fire was fast and powerfully charged by the darkside and when it reached the midway point between Vulcanus and his target, it suddenly and violently expanded into a semi-dome shape that both strike and surround Phoebe on both the left and right sides.