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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2013 20:16:01 GMT -8
Who- Darth Loki vs Marcos Dizen Or'dinii Where- Arena on Geonosis. Sand provides nice footing & softens falls. Lots of open ground, with only the three big pillars in middle. Rules- Anything goes but no PGing & GMing Equipment- melee/armour only. All items listed in opening post.
The combatants face each other in the Petranaki Arena, also known as the Geonosian execution arena. Of all of the venues in the galaxy, this is perhaps the most infamous. Dozens of Jedi met their fate here, along with countless other criminals and the like. The arena itself was a natural formation carved out by millennia of weathering, with additions made by the Geonosians. Its floor consisted of sand and silt upon which events took place. The lower walls of the arena base included ancient low-relief carvings depicting famous battles and events. In the center, three pillars stand tall, monuments to the last moments of fear and agony experienced by those that met their fate in chains. The whole place reeks of death.
Above, the crowd is ecstatic. Two more souls had come here to die, and the crowd was looking for a show. They had best not disappoint.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Jun 18, 2013 8:51:40 GMT -8
I look up at the screaming, chattering hordes of bugs. I felt the blood-lust begin to pulse in my veins again. I was home. The familiar weight of my perfectly sized blaster hung at my back. How anyone managed to use those tiny, weak blasters that most sold was beyond me. After all, you couldn't use one of those blasters to bash open a door, & you have to reload them nearly constantly.
I begin to pace back & forth, & swing my mace a few times as well. I could already smell the blood that would soon be coating it. It was nearly a meter long, & a third of that thick at the head. It had been a gift at his coming of age from his father. Solid beskar. Normally, I should have gotten a suit of beskar armour, but for some reason father didn't. But it didn't matter.
My satchel had been left behind in the prep room, not that it would do me any good out here. Still sitting inside it was that stifling helmet & pointless chest piece. It wasn't as intimidating if I didn't show off my heavily scarred chest, & I could barely breath in that helmet. The other armour was OK, So I wore it. It wasn't anything special, just durasteel. But it was expected. I didn't bother wearing a shirt, & my beard was scratching at my collar bone, but I didn't mind, as it often scared the other person enough to make them try to fight back (unless they were cowards & ran). My thick dreads swayed slightly in the breeze & from my pacing.
I couldn't wait for the start of fight signal.
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