Faction TSE // Blood Sport

[Mitr'ick Karos]

The Gorach Sith Lord watched the matches uninterested. He glanced at the one between the Sith Lord and Acolyte. “Poor boy, wonder why he was pinned against a Sith Lord, especially one of his kind.” He spoke with disdain.

“What was that, My Lord?”

“Nothing you should be concerned with, fetch me some wine.” He spoke to the assistant standing by the door of his booth.

“Understood.” The assistant brushed past the 2 Gorach guards in Phrik armour and assault rifles in hand. Mitr’ick himself was bare chested, with 4 poisonous daggers strapped to his chest, 1 blaster pistol at his hip, and his four lightsabers next to it. It’s safe to say he liked to be heavily armed. 2 of his hound-like droids stood at his side, sitting beside his chair. Aurum and Garum he had named them. A tribute to 2 of his fallen brethren who were killed in battle. He stared out again at the 2 fights lost in his thoughts.

 

[Khamesi Aivar]

"Oran, you are a fool."

Khamesi had an idea of what the Vong was after the moment his blade released from his hand. He had devolved into a mindless, or near-mindless anyway, rage and was just throwing all her strength at her. Good. It was no fun to beat an opponent if they didn't show everything they could do. She did something that should be unsurprising for someone of her size and weight. She towered over most sapient of the galaxy, even Vong warriors were small compared to her. What was more she was already bulky, with the suit attached to her she was now clocking in at nearly 180kg (396.8 lbs). That was a lot of weight under the best of circumstances, and when put into the hands of someone that was used to using force and bulk, it could be as much a weapon as a hinderance.

As the Vong came sailing at her, blade leading his attack, she pushed herself off the ground with a force enhanced jump, sailing higher into the air than someone of her size and weight should reasonably be able to. She seemed to hang in the air for a moment before she used the force to propel herself back down to catch Oran Khan in the torso on the way back down, feet ready to crush him, saber primed to impale him. It was unlikely to kill him, she was probably going to hit his gut if he didn't do something stupid, but neither would be uninjured by it. To add insult to injury, she unleashed a power she had yet to display. Her skin seemed to bubble for a moment before bursting into flames, as she used Convection, wrapping her form in eerie blue and green flames. It of course wouldn't flow over her blade, but it did flow over her feet. She would end this affair with flair if nothing else, and even if Oran remained able to move after this, the flames would hardly die after a single blow.

Oran Khan

 

[Krause Zelier]

"Foolish boy, you have bark but no bite. I wonder how many hit's it'll take for you to stay down." He sent another quick blast of electricity. He took up an offensive stance ready to charge his opponent. He saw the glint of metal by his feet, quickly realising he had forgotten his current disabilities. Guess Im staying on defence. He switched back to his defensive stance.

He glanced into the crowd, catching a glimpse of the 4 armed Sith Lord sitting in his booth, examining him from afar. He turned his attention back to the acolyte as he closed his eyes, deep in concentration. He gathered his rage to be used as a weapon, this was the way of the Sith. A barely noticeable dark cloud hung over Krause as he opened his eyes, but something was different. His eyes were black from the anger. He had the look of a blood thirsty beast, ready to devour his prey.



Darth Strosius

 

[Oran Khan]

Leaping through the sky, trying to crush him - the distance it would take to do so would've allowed Oran to easily adjust. The fall took away more than a few of her anchor points; a telekinetic slam and she'd of sailed out of the arena like a home run. The flames? Simply an aesthetic choice more than a practical one - most would take time to burn, most would stop the second they hit modern armor. All of this considered and Oran, even as an Acolyte, would be able to counter it.​

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Were it not for his rage, his loss of sensibilities - the carnage that wracked his brain. His blade missed, his kicked missed - and he was met by none other than her foot, her blade. It slammed him into the dirt and stole his breath - forcing him to wheeze as his muscles fought to unstick his diaphram. For all his rage, he was still just an acolyte in a cage.​

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And so the announcer called the bout - declaring it a victory on Khamesi Aivar 's part.​

 

[Turranis vulcun]

Turranis stood looking down at the vong this is what the sith where reduced to he felt a wave of disgust at the thought part of him wanted to finish the vong know. To rid the sith name of him as his fist clenched a rail bending it with ease as he turned his gaze to the other match.

The creature that the apprentice faced was interesting as a whole his skin resisted lightsaber blades hmm how interesting he wondered if this match would fair any different then the other but the way the young human looked with a blast mark hit his chest more than likely from sith lightning. It wasn't appearing to be these matches where just ways for the higher ranked sith to feel better for themselves. In his eyes atleast it disgusted him to his core.

 

[Darth Strosius]

The masked Acolyte gritted his teeth and prepared himself as his opponent responded, his gaze focusing on him as he watched the lightning crackle and shoot from his hand. His reaction was quick, but just barely fast enough, as he leapt and rolled to the side before the bolt of electricity could impact him. The other Sith had launched it faster than he had expected, and certainly faster than he had ever managed to shoot one.

Alisteri wasted no time in thinking on what that meant though, instead hopping back up to his feet and readying himself for another charge or another bolt of lightning. "I survived the fall of an empire and the war that felled it, do your worst." Suspicion cropped up in the back of his mind, accompanied by concern, as he noticed the change in the eyes of his adversary. It was surprising and unusual, but it wouldn't deter him. The only was he was going to land another hit would be in close range, so he had to move.

With a growl he pushed off his feet and rushed forward, intending to close the distance between them by the time his opponent could ready another bolt or strike.

Krause Zelier

 

[Krause Zelier]

Krause growled as time seemed too slow, he watched the acolyte close the distance and launched his left saber, using the force to spin it through air straight for his opponent. The technique worked best with double bladed lightsabers, but his current sabers would do for now. Once the saber left his hand, he used the force, pulling the acolyte towards him just as Krause raised his right arm, saber in hand, and prepared to slash at the incoming Acolyte.

“I’ve survived the fall of civilisations! My worst will be more than you can endure!” Krause's mind was clouded by his current state. The ability he had used had turned him more beast like, he became more powerful but also less clear headed.

Darth Strosius

 

[Darth Strosius]

Alisteri's eyes widened as his opponent launched one of his sabers through the air towards him, his charge slowing as he moved to the side and brought up his own lightsaber to either deflect the incoming blade or sidestep it entirely. Before his footing could find purchase to move him out of the path though, he was pulled forward by something else.

A brief yelp escaped him, followed by a gasp as he just barely managed to bat the flying saber away as he was pulled towards the other Sith. Oh chit. He did his best to try and drag a foot along the ground, to twist around in the air, anything to slow himself down and regain control of his own movement once more.

He didn't bother to try and resist the the pull through the Force alone, knowing his own lacking skills in this regard, and instead focused on either slowing down or twisting to meet the inevitable strike that awaited him.

Krause Zelier

 

[Krause Zelier]

Krause watched with an amused look as the acolyte struggled, attempting to slow his approach. Just for a moment he let his hold weaken, then suddenly he grabbed his left saber through the force and brought it behind the acolyte. Then suddenly, he released his hold on the acolyte and pushed him through the force, straight to the saber which was pointing at the acolytes chest.

He followed the push by throwing his right saber towards the acolyte, giving him little time to deflect it even if he did manage to dodge his left saber. The moment the right saber left his hand he prepared himself to blast a bolt of electricity towards the acolyte, this time with even more power from his enhanced state. "Give up now dog!"

Darth Strosius

 

[Darth Strosius]

Although his efforts bore no fruit, to his eyes anyway, he grunted as the hold on him suddenly released and he fell to the ground unceremoniously. By the time he even fully realized that he could move of his own volition again, a strong push sent him flying back. A quick glance behind himself confirmed his suspicion as he saw a saber barreling towards him.

One in the front and one in the back. I can only block one and they're both poised to skewer me.

Alisteri gritted his teeth as he prepared himself, turning right before the left lightsaber made contact and letting out a yell of pain as the blade stabbed into his side and emerged on the other side. Impalement was far from ideal, but thankfully the blade had missed anything too vital. Were it not for the cauterization and his eventual regeneration, the wound would be fatal. For the moment though he would simply bare through the pain as he lifted his weapon and prepared to deflect the incoming right lightsaber.

Krause Zelier

 

[Krause Zelier]

Satisfied by the the acolytes yell of pain, the Sith Lord sent a blast of electricity towards his enemy, strong enough to leave him incapacitated. The acolytes focus would be on the saber flying towards him though. Just before the saber made contact, Krause used the force to suddenly change the course of it, sending it to the right of the acolyte revealing the blast of electricity coming towards him, he then sent the saber towards his right arm.

Time to choose, you're arm, or your life.

This was all a game to Krause, he had no doubt he would win the duel, he was just showcasing his power. He let out a growl as he prepared to pounce on the enemy, refusing to give him time to recover.

Darth Strosius

 

[Darth Strosius]

There was no time to recover from the searing pain of the lightsaber imbedded in his side as suddenly a bolt of lighting hit him directly before he had the chance to react. He barely even noticed that the other lightsaber in the air had changed direction, still attempting to stave off the pain clouding his mind and senses. Alisteri was quickly made aware of it however, as it severed his right arm before he hit the ground.

Son of a fething- Why do they always go for the right arm?! Another pained noise, this one somewhere between a growl and a hiss, escaped him as he glanced down at where his arm used to be. It was the second time that he had lost his right arm, but it hurt just as bad as the first. Darkness began to cloud his vision as the adrenaline slowly faded. He attempted to push himself up to a sitting position with his remaining arm but the movement quickly failed and ended up with him back on the ground.

Pained breaths turned to gasps as he could only stare up at the sky, vaguely hearing the sound of him being declared the loser of the match as he tried in vain to keep his eyes open. The last thought before he slipped into unconsciousness was about the amount of blood he would need to heal all of his wounds, not to mention his arm.

Krause Zelier

 

[Turranis vulcun]

Turranis stood there he figured the apprentice would fail but part of him expected him to put up more of a fight. Not much more but some his teacher was either extremely lousy or a bad sith themself he dispised both part of him wanted to teach both how strong they could become show them the true power of the darkside.

But that was his rage and pride talking he left the stadium as he ordered an underling to make sure he was healed

 

[Aspect of Passion]

"Glory to the Victors!", the announcer cheered - and with him the crowd would join.​

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Soon the arena would be a mess of viscera and blood shed from slaves fighting, and announcers of various duels were rewarded - though notably none were given their freedom from the bouts. It would seem only those who internalized the Sith ideology would be saved from this fate.​

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Khamesi Aivar and Krause Zelier would be guided from the field to private quarters to be healed and prepped for the next duel. Oran Khan and Darth Strosius would be taken to more common medical facilities. When the arena was cleared of all others - the winners would be sent back again.​

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"And for our final bout, nothing to be held back. Khamesi and Krause - to determine the champion of the days bouts! Begin when you are ready."​

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And once more the crowd cheered - bets were taken, and the Emperor watched.​

 

[Khamesi Aivar]

Khamesi took a moment to test her range of motion before the match was going to begin. It felt good to not be restricted, and the few minor injuries she'd sustained in the first bout had healed nicely. Once the signal was given to begin, she ignited both ends of her dualsaber. Unlike who she had fought before, she would have to go all out to have a chance against this one from the very start. She breathed calmly, channeling some power into her limbs. Krause Zelier was faster than his sheer size would indicate, but Khamesi was stronger than her size would say. It was rare for her to find someone even bigger than her, but she had some training to counter raw size. The problem here was that it wasn't just size, but strength and speed she was up against.

She began circling her opponent, searching for an opening, and in the absence of one, she would create it. After a moment she didn't see an opening that didn't feel like a trap to her, so she mad a different first move. Without relinquishing her grip on her saber, she opened her mouth and took a deep breath. If there was no opening, she would create one. Blue flames sprouted from her mouth and shot out across the arena to envelop her foe. She highly doubted this would do anything to him, but that wasn't the point of this. The point of all of this, as she used some Pyrokinesis to do it, was to convert much of the sand between them into molten glass. Molten glass that great weight would have trouble slowing it's momentum through. If he moved through the flames at her, she had weakened the stability of his footing. If he moved around the flames she had created, she had forced him to take a different route. Either way, she could make a next move that suited her instead of him.

Of course, there was always the chance that he saw through all of this, and it wasn't terribly unlikely, but one had to try things to succeed. She'd rather force him to close the distance so she could control the flow than she did trying to close it herself. She kept her blade at the ready, ready to use more as a tool than a weapon. No, her physical abilities would serve her far better against a foe with defenses like her opponents. Especially as she had trained to smash through armor without using the force, let alone with it. The dualsaber was better served redirecting her opponents attacks how she wanted. Or at least trying to redirect them how she wanted.

 

[Krause Zelier]

Krause hadn't needed any healing, seeing as he hadn't sustained any injuries in the previous match. Well, not any major injuries. He glanced at his arm where the scorch mark from his previous opponents lightsaber had struck. He eyed his opponent, debating how he would play this duel. He had no doubt Khamesi Aivar would put up a fight, but how? Make the first move.

Krause preferred to analyse his opponents when he was spared the chance to do it, but she was hard to read. Then suddenly she opened her mouth, and unlike the words he expected to come out, blue flames sprouted from her mouth and began spreading around him, as it got closer her plan clicked. He growled at the thought of being caged like an animal. His lightsabers were still at his side, he wouldn't use them until the last minute. He raised both hands towards the opponent and sent a power blast of electricity towards her, seeing how she would react. Patience.

Timing was key, he knew that more than anything. He had a little surprise waiting for the young Sith, whether she wanted it or not.

 

[Khamesi Aivar]

Khamesi had been expecting him to charge or doge, just sitting in the fire was...unexpected. Unexpected, but not unworkable. She raised her saber and redirected as much of the lightning as she could into the blade. She had to brace against the power a Lord could output, but her specialty with the lightsaber was Vapaad, which specialized in redirecting energy. Granted it was usually an enemies own darkness, but to deal with what was inside you had to learn the outside first. She grit her teeth as she fought to keep control of her saber, and raised her other hand.

He had just stayed there being bathed in the flames, sure it hadn't done much to him, but it hadn't needed to. It had warmed him up, and now it was time for her favorite weapon in her arsenal, ice. She wasn't sure how hot his skin had gotten, but the sudden shock from the cold would hopefully create some cracks and other damage in it. Was it ideal? No, she had wanted to force him to close the distance on her terms, but she could make use of Krause Zelier 's hesitation for her own ends. She had briefly considered responding with her own lightning, but she was still new to the technique, and compared to him, all it would have done was annoy him.

Still, even now, she could feel some of her fur and even skin getting scorched by what energy she couldn't redirect. No matter, she could heal those on her own if given a second to breath, and they hardly constituted a serious injury. First blood may be his, but she would make him pay for it in kind.

 

[Krause Zelier]

Krause stared curiously at his opponent, ice and fire? He recognised the combination, and it had done its job. He shivered in the sudden temperature drop, he knew the only way to fight was to give in to the darkness, but it was difficult to concentrate. I refuse to be defeated, not now, not ever. With that, his barriers fell and he gave in. A similar move to what he had done to his previous opponent, but much more powerful.

He stole another glance at his opponent, but somehow it was different. His eyes had turned black, the type of black that came from darkness, consuming all. Darkness in its purest form, had consumed him. It formed into a feint mist, forming around him as he emitted a growl. All of the shock vanished, every feeling he had vanished. There was no pain, no weakness, only a savage bloodlust.

Krause's specialty was force lightning, and though he rarely used it in its most powerful form, he was here to showcase his power. He was here to prove he was not to be treated as a pet. So when he raised his hands towards Khamesi Aivar , he was not holding back. He let loose a torrent of electricity, he kept the stream going for what seemed like ages, then he dropped his hands to see the damage that had been done.