TotG:Alexandra Lianne Feanor VS. Ahani Najwa!

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Demonsgate.

A world of fire, flame, and death. The planet was known as a world of constant volcanic activity, massive erupting flows of lava and huge spurts of magma were not an uncommon sight upon this world. Its polar region were naught but massive volcanic fields that stretched for miles and miles. Black rock etched with red rivers went on as far as the eye could see. Danger and death lurked around every corner, and it was here that the first leg of the tournament began.

The Tournament of the Gods, the Opening of Moross space. Twenty Four people had been rotted from hundreds of thousands, each one exceptional in some way, each one chosen to provide entertainment for the masses.

The God of Moross had created this tournament to turn the eyes upon their people, to show the galaxy what Moross had to offer, both through the beauty of its worlds, and the eccentricity of its Tournament. These battles were composed of everything, from deathly bouts in fields of lava, to the sands of a billion credit Arena. The Tournament of the Gods would be broadcasted to every home in the galaxy, and would be seen by all.

The First world was Demonsgate, the unrelenting Hell Hole of a planet so coveted for its ores.

It was here, in the northern volcanic fields that the twenty four contestants had been transported in pairs. Camera Drones hovered around them as they slowly gained their footing, and the match began.

[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] VS. [member="Ahani Najwa"]!

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

A figure appeared in the ash and soot of the volcanic fields. Ahani pulled the scant oxygen into her, the taint of sulfur and other such noxious gasses reminding her of her life under the mountains of Munto Cudro, in the fire fields of Sullust and lava floes of Mustafar. The brisk heat in the wind bathed her with a semblance of the temperatures of her new home: Sabarene. Desert upon desert, Sabarene was the new bastion of her son's Echani settlers and of a caterwauling group of Epicanthix. Conjoined by the will to glory in combat and build a world to protect their various kin, the conglomeration of warrior races on the deserted twice-ruined world was a beautiful and reckless endeavour for the unholy Matron of Houses.

Darth Gyaumchem walked light on her feet, muscles twitching in a semblance of shivers or nervous ticks. To a fellow of her Echani race the muscle spasms would be the herald of a frothing and deep set insanity, a penchant for violence without reason, the ache for battle without restraint. Clad in her Iron Skin Armorweave Bodysuit underneath military trousers, strong metal-covered combat boots and a long sleeved tunic of deep grey, Ahani's hand rested on the pommel of her Sith Alchemical sword Anandi. A grotesquely spiked and dark-stained lightsaber hung on a clip on her belt, her thighs decked out with secured and sharpened knives, her personal armoury was not complete without the crossbow strapped to her back, lines of bolts in slots across her athletic waist's utility belt.

Calling mentally outward into the smoke and billows of the arena, Ahani searched telepathically for her competition. 'Come find and know me, my sweet silver morsel. I want to know the crunch of your bones. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Rocks and feet and flittering ash blooms in the sky. Come know me.' Her telepathic voice played like the ragged cobbling of a laryngitic choir choking on their own throats for a slim and hazardous precedence. It lingered and shook loose the certainties in another's mind, cradling the plucking fears and harrowing worries of the subconscious fear of the unknown. Illogical creature, to breathe was to shift.

A chuckle burbled out of her throat. She skipped forward and kicked a volcanic stone, watching it ping, ping, ping and skitter some twenty to thirty meters away. "Skip, skip, skip-ping stones make a pretty soup. Garden me vegetables, kill me a mutton I'll make a fine stone soup." Ahani sang, scanning the battle field settling in for the upcoming battle. The Lunatic Lady of Sabarene had come to Moross.

[member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Ahani Najwa"]

Alexandra breathed through a painted black version of her normal seraphim armor, eyes scanning over this woman as she watched behind the visor of her helmet. She was already registering several things, mostly the difference in armor weight, though as long as she had a advantaged over this woman when it came to altering her own body and using force Strength her agility issue would be of no problem. She as well would not need to have to worry about taking in as much oxygen either with the suit on, and even then her limited practic is breath control would be able to keep her sustained in long term combat in such a... ruined landscape.

She didn't know this woman at all though, she had never fought the fringe, nor ever for them. And her own abilities would be hampered by the fact she would have to show extra protection to her mid section, else chance this woman getting a luck strike and taking out her child in the process. It was already a pain to get the armor modified to allow for enough room after all for her slight bulge. Next she studied the weaponry, the crossbow catching her eyes, that and the daggers. She knew those products and they didn't worry her, as she had fought against such things in the past and knew their capabilities, what did worry her though was the blade and the saber. She was skilled no doubt, but in what form... Two weapons could point to a Jarkai usage... but only if used at the same time.

Alex sighed as there were too many uncertainties and her own hands drifted over her chest, looking at the woman. She herself wore most of her armor as mentioned before, except for the chestplate part, replaced with a jung-ju fiber armor, to compensate for both the bulge and to give her more mobility. At her waist was two sabers, the matching pair, and in the back of her waist a collapsible echani warstaff, for extreme measures. She also had an array of grenades in her Synthweave cloak that closed around her at the moment, ranging from force breaker to concussion. And lastly she had a Dauntless blade on her back, a backup weapon incase all else failed. She knew she would have to ditch the cloak at some time, so she made sure to grab two force breakers and a few various other standard grenades, securing them at her waist and on her armor before she moved into the open.

She would answer in due kind though, telepathically. But her voice was something very very different, instead of just her answering she awakened her second mind so to speak as Hel came out two play. Two very powerful minds and force users in one body, that led to some very interesting conversations off screen, but when working together they spoke with but one voice. 'I am here, and i welcome the chance for battle, may the best win...' She smiled, Alex's kind and soft voice twisting with Hel's harsh and hate filled voice, spilling into that one sentence would certainly put the woman off atleast for a moment.

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

The mother of three turned round and peered at her competition, smelling the wind. The name on the game card had been female, the armour said the woman was either out of shape, or the bend in her balance and hips was off for a valid and reproductive reason. Body language didn't lie to those who spoke its' language and the swell of footsteps, the way the legs moved, the feel of heart beats, the extra protection on the stomach were callsigns Ahani could not ignore.

Was. . . was her competitor seriously going into a combative competition pregnant? Ahani chuckled grimly, not only did the bump denote a certain level of care for the woman, but by the first six weeks of pregnancy hip displacement would already have begun. Who knew how far along Feanor was. Balance suffered and [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] 's centre of gravity would suffer dearly. There were reasons pregnant women tripped, stumbled and fell. No woman was capable of the same level of balance and dexterity with a growing belly and shifting pelvic bones and hips. The appropriate widening for the birth canal started early and continued growing as the baby grew, an experience Ahani knew well from her years of motherhood.

OOC:

Spoiler

I'm assuming here that Alex is 3 or more months along & her pregnancy would be visible, if but for the swell in the stomach plate. If I'm incorrect, shoot me a PM and I'll modify! Thanks.

Advantage? Ahani. The Echani Matron would show no mercy and give no quarter. If Feanor wanted to get her baby killed to win a contest, Ahani wouldn't let guilt or the acid rain of conscience interfere with her already ragged and uncannily hodge-podge mental state. The Grand Inquisitor of the Empire of the Hand unsheathed her sword and held it in a 45 degree angle toward the woman and her modified armour.

"Oh. Hey. Hey! Camera lenses!" Ahani barked at the camera droids, "She said I should win! Did you hear it? She said the best was t-t-to win! That's me!" Ahani's silver eyes flickered.

The Gods of Moross had chosen a world of constant volcanic activity for this first battle. A smoking, charring, thundering, quaking, horrifying collection of volcanoes, plate tectonics and noxious fumes, Demonsgate was the perfect location for Ahani to get comfortable and let her talents flow. She let her mind flow like the magma beneath them, locked in channels covered by igneous rock deposited by pyroclastic flow.

Perfect.

Digging into her penchant for altering the environment, Ahani found the fissure point, the weakest piece of the ground cover beneath Alex's feet and tugged. The earth beneath Alex trembled and quaked, cracking open in deep digging lines as scorching hot red magma spilled from the vicinity directly under Alexandra Feanor. Belching magma soared upward in a hiss of released pressure.

As the ground distorted and swelled with lava, Ahani hopped behind the steam and disappeared into the fog.

Two bolts rocketed toward Alex's centre mass.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Ahani Najwa"]

OOC

Spoiler

Shes about two and a half, the bulge is slight but enough to stop her from wearing her full armor.

Alexandra watched her, this woman was very interesting and she immediately took the moment to converse with Hel while this woman shouted and made a scene, a third one was in the conversation though, that of a tiny Ashlan wolf. "Hel, i need you to focus on the flow of the force, check for any alterations that could prove to be worked against and mostly focus on her, alert me the moment you notice a change in the flow of the force, its our body at stake... so try not to get us killed just for revenge you spiteful witch."

Hel's corrupted voice would follow, in normal, hateful fashion. "Oh joke about it now Echani whore, but when i am out of here you are dead... and yes, i will focus on your precious flow of the force, after all i might need this body once you are done with it, ehh worm?" Next Alex turned attention to Daeda, her quick though having taking less than a moment thanks to the Ashlan's unique form of communication, making sure he knows that she would need the extra protection in a fight like this as he crawled around the inside of her robes.

Once done she had just finished her ranting to a camera and Hel sent her the warning she was waiting for, even feeling the ground rumble for a moment and she got confused. This wasn't right, starting off with a display of forcepowers in the beginning like what she was doing meant one of two things. The first is that she was a master in Alter Environment, which was entirely possible but Alex also assumed a very different approach as well. And something she was far too familiar with because of her training with a certain fox face Zorren that liked to distract her.

She immediately jumped back, stabilizing herself with her use of telekinesis and what remained of her natural agility and soon she got the quick, almost instant reaction she was waiting for. Her body moved low, and a saber was drawn, the flight of one dart passing wide because her her moving low, the second though didn't. Luckily though she was able to raise her saber just enough to misdirect the bolt up and only scraping her shoulder.

Already this was not good and she would have to think of how to defeat this one, especially if she was going to work with these crossbow bolts and force powers. One thing she could do was remove the force from the playing field, but that would require her to get closer and with this woman's apparent skill in alter environment she had a feeling she would try and keep alex at a distance. So she would need to try something else out, tire this one out by letting her display her power in the force, then swoop in and take her out when she was weaker... all alex had to do was stay alive.

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

OOC:

Spoiler

Understood. Thanks for clarifying that for me. Cheers!

A sheet of blistering orange magma shunted and shot in the direction [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] had taken refuge, hunkered low to keep her balance and save her skin. The earthquake beneath Alex's feet continued to expand, ripping the ground apart in a jagged crack more of the sweltering molten rock seeped and flew through. As the magma folded and flooded for Alex's armour-clad body, the ground beneath her would continue to disappear. Pillars of acrid, noxious gas hissed from the terrestrial wounds and further tainted the air with their billows and cloying, suffocating smokescreen.

The ground behind Alex shuddered, rock caved and broke away. The hum of Alexandra's lightsaber trilled into Ahani's ears like the escalating heartbeat of a diligent lover, tireless and patient. She threw her head back in her hidden place, a gasp shuddering into the smoke-laden winds rushing around Alexandra Feanor. Three bolts veered through the space, one to the small of her back, one to her left shoulder and one straight down the vertical axis of the top of her head.

All these actions were the foundational ground-weavers of Ahani's battle tactic. Use the environment, disorient and de-stabilize the combatant, strike hard for the armour. The Echani Master would have to learn what the armour was made of to decide on how best to proceed in close quarters. The only way to do that was to hit it. Inspect and experiment. Hanging off a jagged cliff face with her boot dug in, Ahani watched the armoured woman from an area behind her. The smoke continued to billow in her line of sight, making Alexandra a mere smear of dark, moving body against the uncanny brightness of the free flowing magma around her. One of the advantages of Alter Environment as a Force Power was its' reliance on the latent Force Energy in a landscape. It took relatively little tweaking and energy to bring out the natural strings of causality which could create lightning from a rainstorm, a tornado from stiff winds, an earthquake from a planet composed of raucous tectonic and volcanic activity. All the Empire of the Hand's Grand Inquisitor had to do was tweak the potential actions already present for the ground to break apart and the highly pressurized magma underneath to explode upward in a lethal and overcoming deluge.

How good would armour be against molten rock? How effective would a lightsaber be against the eradication of the ground beneath Feanor's feet? Swelling arcs of lava burst and spilled toward her, with any potential success herding her backward into the path of three more crossbow bolts veering in from the top down, left shoulder in and right armpit.

'What's the closest way to a man's heart?' Ahani thought to herself, 'Through the armpit, of course.' She replied to her own mind with a bright grin on her face and a hearty 'doooohohohohohoh' rocketing through her cacophonous brain.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Ahani Najwa"]

Alexandra was already having a bit of trouble keeping her balance, and the blasted earthquake and constant blasts of magma were making it reall hard to not fall on her ass or right into one of the geysers. Close call after close call was beginning to get a bit annoying to her and she looked now on the woman itself. She had to get close, this was not going to work and she knew it.

That caught was soon cut short as three daggers came in, the first missing without effort due to how she stood and as simple movement got her out of the way. The second wasn't so luck as it bit into her shoulder and would have pierced her flesh if a certain small white ashlan didn't pop out in the last second to stop it, pulling it out for her and handing it while she moved to get out of the way of the third.

With that done he would disappear and she would stare at the woman as she continued to get past geyser after geyser, a bit worried about what it is that this woman can truly do with Alter Environment and the moment she was able to get a break of her own she planted her feet and smiled wide as she gripped the ground under [member="Ahani Najwa"]. Utilizing the very same power she willed the ground to open up but not in the same way, she made sure her use of it would push Ahani close, this was a dangerous gamble though. And so far her luck with those crossbow bolts was not going well at all, and getting closer to it was not exactly the best idea.

She wasn't as skilled though, so she was making a massive gamble with this, but if she could make it work they would be on more equal ground than now.

OOC: Going to see how you react to her use of Alter Environment before i react to the Crossbow bolts, if they are still shot at Alex then i will post in the next post about them first.

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

OOC:

Spoiler

They are still coming at Alex. Thanks for the OOC!

The Earthquake rumbled on, tweaked and tempered by the relationship both women had with the Force and the skills in Alter Environment. Sheet upon sheet of lava had been shooting for the armoured half-breed, combining with the shaking ground and yet the woman seemed merely destabilized. Ahani laughed.

Yet, Ahani had ceased purposefully acting upon the volcanic plains of Demonsgate: she had set the quake in motion and plate tectonics combined with the underground flow of magma had done the rest. When the very mind of [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] 's opponent was as unsettled as the landscape, competition itself became a waiting game for 'anything goes' and the mixed tactic of environmental containment and keeping the pregnant fighter off her feet. As the cliff shuddered and groaned, Ahani hopped on top and backward, disappearing into the volcanic fumes of Demonsgate. Feanor's gambit to bring Ahani close was a terrible menace for her unborn child: As a former Elite Swordsman for the Seven Swords, Ahani's close quarters skills gave her deadly Mastercraft in weaponry and combat a venue out to the open. The woman who, in her time had razed planets and taken civilizations under her torturous ex-husband's boot had also been [member="Ket Van-Derveld"] 's personal punching bag for centuries. And if she could go rounds with the Legendary Darth Ahroun without her mangled body being thrown in a grave, the pregnant woman had more than a bit to worry about.

Anandi snapped out of its sheath into Ahani's hand, the Sith Alchemically forged blade glistened in the light of the lava's burbling floe. Raising her hand, Ahani pitched a telekinetic wave of molten rock for Feanor's position, the arcing mass of yellow-hot lava was enough to scorch flesh off bones, a destructive wreck of liquid lethality. The only opening free from the deadly lava was in the direction of Ahani herself, sword poised ready and coming in on Feanor with a supernatural point of speed. If Feanor wanted Ahani close, she would get it.

The three crossbow bolts zoomed through the air, each coming from an odd direction as Ahani came springing in with a vertical swing. The swing appeared from above: a testament to Ataru's lightness of feet and healthy spread of momentum and distance. To say Ahani was fast on her feet would be to say the volcanoes of Demonsgate erupted. To those not bathed in the Force's privilege, Ahani was nothing more than the death knell blur of a bifurcated body, wrested from its livelihood with a single stroke of the Force-Hardened Desh-Terenthium lightsaber resistant blade.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra watched the crossbow bolts almost as if in slow motion and gave up her needed to simply remove herself from their path without the force's aid. Staring at them she used one of the few force powers she spent an unnatural amount of time studying. With a singular twitch she sped up her body well beyond the point of normal, digging into her force reserve and feeling as one cut her arm before she could get out of the way. She had to ignore the pain though and commanded Hel to handle it while she focused on the woman.

It was then that she saw this was exactly what she wanted, she gripped as saber from her waist and felt as the woman was pushing her into this close combat scenario as well... perfect. Alexandra double checked the airfilter and switched it to reserve oxygen while she charged in, pushing around the continuing geysers of magma or steam, the fracturing earth. All she needed was a moment in close range and this duel was as good as over, and with that she connected blades with the woman and held her ground for a moment, breathing in as she looked at the woman's eyes.

She was smiling, and sweating now, her hand holding the blade that he held, staring at it for few moments before smiling and bringing her free hand forward and at the same time willing the ground to open up behind Ahani, making sure she could not back up. And in Alexandra's hand she dropped a now active Force breaker that hit the ground and spewed out its force nullifying gas, all she had to do was keep Ahani here long enough to breath it in. Already reaching for her second saber.

OOC: Sorry if any of this seems assumed, if so alert me in the OOC PM we have going and i can fix.

 

[Ahani Najwa-Zambrano]

All [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"] had to do was keep Ahani in one place to breathe in a noxious gas. The likelihood of the Ataru Master standing still to take the grenade's payload was as slim as the likelihood that the woman who had been proving a glaring proficiency in Alter Environment would let the gas congregate near her lungs when she had a perfectly good method of expelling it. Full blooded Echani and trained in the precognitive senses, Ahani was wary the moment Alex's free hand moved. With a swing of her blade, a jump backward into the air and the outstretch of a hand in Feanor's face, Ahani sent a gale-force wind buffeting into the close-range pregnant half-breed. Caught in the wind's onslaught, all but the smallest portion of the vapourized Ixetal Cilona gas clinging to the air was thrown backward and behind Feanor. The idle smell of it on Feanor's hand had Ahani smacking her lips.

"Deathsticks. Death Sticks, deathly sticks, lethal sheaths of frozen lazer beams and alchemical blades we're already fighting with death sticks!! Would you like mine in your gut?! Bringing babies into battle, mother knows. . . mothers know, a mother should know better to love her child I loved my kids I never fought with babies in bellies I hid bellies from red soldiers, you! You reckless female! N-n-not w-w-w-worthy of baby in belly. I'll rip it out of you and keep it safe." Ahani screamed, her voice carrying on the torrentially powerful winds and through the aching mire of the arena. "Anandi's got a present like your grenade. Want to see it?"

The Mad Echani hung suspended in midair, falling back down to the terrain of jagged rock and fire with a desperation born of instinct and protection. Babies. Ahani's mind fled to her three children: her eldest [member="Manu Xextos"], her middle child Dalia Najwa, her youngest Yuca. All but Manu were centuries-past deceased and their memories pushed at Ahani's blooming red eyes. Her lungs heaved, the crimson eyes locked on Alex Feanor with a vivid and horrified anger. A woman unworthy of a child.

How desperately disappointing for the 850 year old Sith Lord. Ahani closed in with supernatural speed, carving toward Alex's left and right shoulders with two diagonal slices of her blade. Throat muscles taught underneath her armour, Ahani began to move like the wind had moved - a whirling dervish striking for joints in armour, soft spots to catch the woman off guard and send her tumbling as the gas had tumbled far and away.

Ahani pushed Alex back with strikes of her alchemical blade.