ToC:Ilias Nytrau VS Ben Watts(Declan Cole)

[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.

The Door's slid open for the fifth time today, two men once again taking the field. The Crowd cheered again, though this time far more for one of the competitors than the other. Ilias Nytrau was the first to step onto The Cauldron, and instantly the crowd of thousands seemed to love him. They cheered the Jedi Masters name, hoping for the righteous to overcome the mysterious. They poured love onto him, and nearly ignored the second man when he entered the Arena. Declan Cole, the mysterious force user who had come to Rattatak to participate in the tournament. None knew much of him, and only a few knew even his name. The women in the audience swooned over his mystery, and the women despised him.

Both competitors took to the field, and the Queens of Rattatak once again broke the through the cheering crowd. “A Jedi Master, against a man of mystery! A match so strange that it draws even the most unwilling eye! May the best man win!”

A lull occurred as the crowd shifted their attention back to the ring “Begin!”
@[member="Ben Watts"] @[member="Ilias Nytrau"]

 

[Ben Watts]

Ben casually stepped into the arena as the boos came roaring down over him. His eyes scanned the field for his opposition and he ignored the crowd with a smirk. He wondered what would happen if he let the illusion down and he revealed himself to be Ben Watts, would their blood thirst change or would they still call for his head? It was no matter, he was not here for them, he was there for a specific reason but before he could accomplish it he had to win this tournament. The man he was fighting, a Jedi Master, he knew very little about so he had no particular game plan going into the battle.

Walking across the sand he did not reach for his lightsaber, what he did do though was reach out with the force, hovering around his opponents mind and trying to get in. All he needed was a little push back from in and then he could begin. He did not speak, he did not do anything, he stopped a few meters away from the man he was to fight. Creating an illusion, he hoped it would work, he tried to make himself vanish from sight. Of course he would need a distraction, which is why he prompted a doppleganger of the force to be made, a force technique he had learned many years ago. His reaction had to be quick, as soon as the doppleganger appeared, it rushed the Jedi Master, and with speed none of the crowd would be able to see he jolted in an opposite direction to try and get out of the vision of the Jedi Master. The doppleganger would appear very real, and if the master allowed it, could even strike him if he was not careful. That was not the plan, though, the plan was to distract him long enough to get in a sneak attack from the side.

@Ilias Nytrauhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2900-ilias-nytrau/

 

[Ilias Nytrau]

For the fire-haired Jedi, a tournament like this with a large audience was not the norm. In all his years, he had not been one to put himself in contests as such pursuits were not of the way of the Jedi of old, a way of life to which he held at his core. Most of his encounters with an opponent or opponents were not wholly precipitated, not staged, but more a fact of life. Most were. And when he entered the arena, the crowd going wild at the mere appearance of his form before their eyes, he paid it little heed. He was here for a reason. There was a first time for everything, and when his opponent entered the space, the energy of the crowd that had previously been electric plummeted, transforming manically into a deep, all-encompassing boom of blatant disdain.

But his eyes did not waver from the ‘mystery’ man before his eyes, the noise around them doing nothing to cut his focus. He felt this man out, his aura starkly apparent in every blemish and scar, his signature registered for eternity in the annals of his mind - Ilias Nytrau would never forget a single detail of this bracket in time, and in this way it would join all the days before it. Down to the smallest ion he had this man as a registration, detailed. Except for his name. And then that man vanished.

Of course, there was the matter of the doppelganger - that he could see with his eyes, and to which his attentions were drawn also as it rushed him, and when the aforementioned man had blipped out of what his eyes could register, the ancient followed with his senses in the Force, the ripples of the movements of his adversary of the moment infringing modestly on his attention. He had them both locked in… and with the drawing in of energies to his person, and the faith that any offense on his part could stand to break the concentration of his adversary either on the matter of the doppelganger, the self-enveloping illusion, or both, the ginger Jedi flicked his eyes at the position of the real opponent, and unleashed the heavy-handed strength of the telekinetic Force Wave out from himself, intending to toss and possibly flatten them both, each in their own way.

@[member="Ben Watts"]