TotG:Nickolas Imura VS. Alva Calvarona!

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Demonsgate.​

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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.​

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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.​

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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.​

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

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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.​

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[member="Nickolas Imura"] VS. [member="Alva Calvarona"]!​

 

[Garza]

Tournament Number Three on my list.

First one was the Tournament of the Cauldron, and another one for the champion of the Fringe. Both I had barely survived, but for the Cauldron, I had somehow won the most entertaining fight. Probably because we were smack in the center of a Podrace. While I could have let the woman Ashin, be crushed and slammed by one of the pods. Allowing me for a win, and thereby sending me to fight into the next round, I instead chose to send up a pillar of earth to protect her. Then she sent me almost into lower orbit.

That was a long time ago. I was an apprentice. And now, I am a Sith Knight. A Bounty Hunter, and the man known as a Demon of Kro Var. So much had changed, and so much had been gained since then. I looked around me as the floating cameras zoomed in on my face and my body. Looking at the loadout that I carried. The cameras on the right side would see a large holster built for "Dark Angel" A tri-barreled slugthrower pistol that I carried. One camera swung around me. Taking close detail of who I was and what I was carrying, evident by the sound of a zooming in as it looked on my hips and my back.

Speaking of my back, I carried a sword known only as "Storm" A katana like blade that I have used often in place of my lightsabers. The same two that were on the left side of my belt. The only sign of the weapons was seen through the glistaweb cloak that I wore. Flapping in the breeze caused only by the lava flows as they churned from the spinning of the planet. My wyvern gear was clinging to me as I adjusted the straps on the leviathan bracer on my right arm. While the golden clawed gauntlet was on my left arm. Pulling on the straps to tighten the bracer onto my arm.

I waited for my opponent to show. All I knew of the woman is that she was a woman, and a force user of some kind. I didn't know how much power this woman held, nor how well she was with weapons, for I had never heard of her before. But, I had high expectations that it may be a Master. Rather, I planed my strategy as though my foe were stronger than myself, and if I prove to be wrong, would change tactics accordingly.

I only wondered, Would I get farther in this tournament than the last one?

[member="Alva Calvarona"],

 

[Alva Calvarona]

[member="Nickolas Imura"]

Tournament number one on Alva's

Perhaps it had been foolish of her to be taken in by the grand concept of the tournament of the gods, but at the same time Alva couldn't have helped but been interested. It was neither her goal or expectation to win, she merely wanted to see how far her skills would take her. Having spent decent periods of time over the last few months honing her ability to properly use the weapon known as slicewire under the direction of her servant Ikki, the young princess of Crina had felt rather tempted to see where that recent training had taken her. Not only that, but having been raised and bred to be the best she could be, even studying at the Cosmina Academy on her homeworld to practice her abilities with magic. . . .or as the Imperials and most of the rest of the galaxy apparently referred to it as, the force. . . . .Alva couldn't help but wish to know where she stacked up against Practitioners from other worlds.

The hellish landscape for the site of the first round of the tournament certainly made things a little interesting. When it came down to it though she would have preferred a simple Colosseum. A battle purely determined by skill, and while an environment was definitely a factor, it would definitely be disappointing to the crowds if the battlefield itself quickly determined a victor. Although maybe a dangerous battle ground was to her advantage. Alva hardly knew a thing about any of the other competitors, her opponent right now being no exception. He seemed rather. . .odd, but nothing too bad. There were definitely some monsters though, the Crinan Practitioner was rather glad she hadn't wound up fighting any of them.

Still, she wasn't going to underestimate this man. He had entered into a competition with such monsters as his potential foes, he was either cocky or confidant and Alva would not assume anyone was lacking in intelligence here. His garb seemed a bit. . . . lackluster for defense, though the sidearm at his side seemed a bit worrisome. At the same time though, none of his equipment seemed to cry of metals that could resist lightsabers like beskar, phrik, or cortosis. Her Crinan Energy Blade might actually do some good then, and at the same time she doubted he would expect her Crinan Armor to boast the shield unit it had.

The real question was now. . . .how was this going to start? If he shot first she would begin moving if it was a blaster, if it was a slugthrower she might use an airwave to deflect the rounds then off course. If he came in close though. . . .should she use the slicewire to mince him to pieces? Or draw her energy blade? Perhaps the energy blade, she didn't know what close ranged weapons he wielded and while slicewire was impressive she didn't have the sort that could beat lightsabers like her teacher's, but if it was a metal blade then it would be fine.

 

[Garza]

I could see a little off my opponent. Female I already knew, but if I was going from sight alone, She looked like a male considering her armor. Even from here I could see what looked to be a hilt, didn't look quite like a lightsaber, but I would be watching out for that one. As well, the dark and beaten lava landscape didn't help much to whatever else she was carrying. it looked like another hilt was on her hip as well. But I couldn't make anything. Despite that, this place was perfect for me. A fire shaper, Lava. and plenty of it. Earth shaper. Once more. Plenty of it. Her white armor looked almost like it was forged to look like the armor, and head of a dragon or some great serpent.

Nonetheless, I drew out my slugthrower, opening the hatch to see that it was completely loaded. The three cylinders filled. Closing it up with a snap-click, I leveled it to her, Pulling the trigger twice. While she would expect only two rounds coming for her, really six were aimed right for her head. The tri-barreled pistol had it's use. The three barrels would all fire at once. Meaning if she had used her lightsaber, it would be very hard to defend against, as well, if she used the force, she might not expect the other four that came with the two she expected.

After I fired those two rounds, I simply continued to walk while my golden gauntlet clad hand reached up and pulled out the sword from my back with a ring as it left it's sheath. "Come forward my darling. Let me see how well you can die."

(OOC: I had forgot to link my gear in my first post, So I will link it all here for you. Forgive me.
Armor, Bracer on right arm, Gauntlet on left arm, Pistol, Single Bladed lightsaber, I also carry a double bladed Lightsaber with an eighth of a turn can separate into two lightsabers, I have only Storm, )

[member="Alva Calvarona"]

 

[Alva Calvarona]

[member="Nickolas Imura"]

Her opponent was opening up the battle with ranged combat then, that was fine by her. The weapon was a slugthrower as well, so she knew how to counteract it. Crina wasn't a typical world, its force users believed their powers were magical in nature. Alva herself specifically was an elemental Practitioner, specializing in air manipulation. So she used an airwave such as she had been planning to before when putting tactics together. It did not matter how many bullets were actually fired at once, she wasn't focusing on any one round in particular, she simply brushed a rather concentrated gust of wind to sweep the air where the bullets were passing, and she only exerted herself enough to change their course to fly to her side. After all why waste unnecessary strength to stop them completely with a barrier.

Then it seemed as though all too soon the opening foray was over. The flurry of the ranged combat the battle had begun with was over already as the man started drawing his sword and moving forward. A metal blade then, not a lightsaber, perfect. Dipping her fingers, Alva let the slice wire spools release the practically invisible strings from their holdings. Shuffling her feet for a moment she clenched her fists and let them hang behind her as she started dashing toward her opponent, a smile hidden beneath her winged helmet, the environment was to her favor, there would be no glisten of her slicewire. Once she would get near a sword and a half length from, his sword length specifically as she gauged it, she would swing her arms up to let the thread dance.

If he rushed toward her she would compensate her timing, and she had every intention of continuing her momentum and motion once she unleashed her attack, she would wrap the slicewire about him and carve him up. If his sword was nothing special it would be slice through cleanly, if it was special well perhaps he could prevent himself from being cut in half despite the cuts that would certainly ensue. "Let's see how well my fist collides with your face instead!" That was what her attack would look like after all before it was too late for him.