V.I. Galaxy Wide Tournament(Soliael VS Daxton)

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael stood in what appeared to be an arena filled with terribly rendered holographic monoliths that made him feel slightly uneasy about where he actually was. He wore no armor save for two thick gloves with metal plates laid across them and a singly black and orange bodysuit. No mask adorned his face this time and there was a certain ghoulish blackness in his eyes.

His eyes drifted around the arena, displeasure crossing his features as he looked at everything around him.

He didn't like this. Not because he felt threatened, more annoyed. The arena didn't quite fit what he had believed a fight like this should be given. He had expected something more, something grander, something...beyond the imagination. Perhaps he had been over eager, or perhaps his expectations had simply been heightened by the spectacle that his sister had once displayed in the Cauldron. His lips pursed for a moment, and then he shrugged.

Whatever it was, Soliael was slightly disgusted at being here.

Presumably somewhere among these columns was his opponent. A man, or perhaps a woman who had already fought in the first round of the tournament and won. An impressive feat it had been he was sure, though Soliael didn't care too much.

He rolled his shoulders slightly, preparing to fight.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton was just as disappointed as the crowd when his foe failed to show his face in the last match. The Sith was hoping for blood, mayhem, perhaps a severed limb or two, but then again he could not blame his former foe for choosing to flee instead of face him in open combat. This time around he had hoped for something much more substantial.

Stepping out from the shadows of monoliths, what little light there was reflected off his highly polished battle armor, waves of dread and nausea surrounding him like an dread miasma. The dark green cloak over his shoulders blew softly in the wind, the soft pliant material disguisimg it's true purpose, the cotosis weave fiber was his first defense against lightsaber attacks. The plates of his armor were designed to repel blaster and slug thrower rounds, as well as their hidden function against electrical attacks. Armor plated boots reachng the knee, hid two razor sharp alchemical knives as well as magnetic suction grips on the soles, allowing him easy access along most surfaces.

As the heads up display on his reflectorized helm clicked to life, he made an assessment of his weapon load out. A heavy blaster pistol was strapped to his left thigh, on the right hung his three lightsabers. Each of his custom blades was cable of interconnecting to each other or functioning separately, increasing his versatility and making his attacks harder to predict. What looked like a tool belt was actually an alchemicallly treated metal whip capable catching limbs or his foes unprotected neck. Strapped along the belt were an assortment of grenades, mostly fragmentation and smoke, although he did have another just for force users should the need arise.

Foregoing his usual cryolauncher shoulder mount and his mini missile gauntlets, he decided to go instead with wrist needless, the payload coated with a highly delimitatimg poison of his own design. Beneath his armor, the orbalisks were agitated as they sensed their host tap into the dark side, drawing the energy in to fuel strength, speed and agility into his limbs. Although he appeared to standing shock still in the light, his body was humming with energy, as he prepared to move faster than his opponent could possibly follow with the naked eye.

The announcer upon seeing the Sith emerge from the darkness introduced him to the crowd, that erupted Ina frenzy of blood curling war cries and wanton violence.

"And his opponent, coming from the Nightmare you call a Life. DDDAAAXXXTTTOOONNN BBBAAANNNEEE!!!"

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[Daxton Bane]

When his foe did not make any offensive actions, Daxton decided to take the intiative. The heavy blaster pistol slipped out of its expensive holster with practiced ease, as the Sith popped off a few shots. Nothing to serious, unless his target just continued to stand there as still as statue. Three shots of green blaster fire raced to find a home in the enemy torso, even as Daxton closed the gap between them, moving from cover to cover in case his foe shot back.

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[Soliath Devin Talith]

Almost listlessly Soliael raised a hand, catching the three blaster bolts within the metal plating of his palm. The silvery phrik simply scorched slightly, but no other effect was seen. His eyes darted around the columns in front of him for a moment, following his opponent as he zigzagged his way through the field of fake stone.

Letting out a sigh the False God raised his palm.

“Lets get rid of this mess, shall we?” He said to his opponent with a smirk.

His index and forefinger came together, and then he snapped them. For a brief second, the air around Soliael seemed to twist and turn, it shimmered and became a haze. A tint of red wormed its way, and around him a wave of red was born. It surged forward, expanding and growing as jumped out from around Soliael.

The wave began to tear at everything around him, obliterating rock, stone, and sand like it was little more than paper. Soliael eradicated the obelisk structures, decimating them, and perhaps his opponent in one swift move.