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Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2013 18:42:04 GMT -8
GBA Standard Rules:
-No projectile weapons
-No Sith Magic
2 - Naboo: Great Grass Plains
You find yourselves in a vast field on the planet of Naboo, the site of countless battles due to it's open terrain and huge size. The wind is harsh and the grass blows back and forth, a storm is coming, a storm the likes of which Naboo hasn't seen in a millenium. 20 posts into the match the heavens open and spew forth it's life giving substance in a torrential downpour, instantly soaking the field.
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 1, 2013 9:34:57 GMT -8
Why the fuck do I always end up an Naboo. Seriously; go look at my past duels and at least half of them will be either here or on the fountains. Still what can a fella do?
Once again hot on the path of a Sith Xeonon had tracked him down to the grassy plains here on Naboo. Whatever the allure is to the Sith, always coming to Naboo he would actually have to ask one of them one of these days. This time he had been tasked with catching an enemy so feared that even Darth Vadar would have shook in his boots. Ishmael. Walking through the knee high grass Xeonons blood red armour stood our in stark contrast to the colours around him. On his back a home made shield, left hip a Blastsword and right thigh a magnetically clipped lightsaber. Ishy come out to play...
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Ishmael
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Post by Ishmael on Aug 2, 2013 17:50:28 GMT -8
*It's peaceful dick, just roll with it I mean god damn.*
*The sorcerer straightened as something touched the edge of his consciousness: an aura he'd not felt before. One that stank of the light side. He scanned the horizon, noted the black storm clouds burgeoning there, and then lowered his gaze to the solitary figure standing below them. Examining the armor, his lips pulled back in a sly grin. Xeonon Solomon, of all people. He wondered idly who had let the dog off his leash, but decided it didn't matter. The Remnant's days were numbered, as were the rest of the galaxy's. *
"My my, an Imperial Knight. How impressive."
*Just then the wind picked up and the ragged, flayed robes draped over Ishmael's meager frame began to flutter wildly. The storm was going to break soon; you could practically taste electricity on the wind. Opening himself to the dark side and immediately breathing a sigh of satisfaction as its tainted chill descended upon him, the Sith began trudging towards the Knight, head slightly bowed, bloodless lips fixed in a frown of contemplation. He'd never seen Xeonon in action, but the man did lead an entire order of warriors, so some degree of skill was to be expected. 'Best to take my measure of him, first' Ishmael mused. 'Let's see just what kind of power you wield...'*
*The distance between them was dwindling rapidly, but the sorcerer kept a steady pace and continued to gather the force about him. His only weapon, a lightsaber with a curved hilt of phrik, was tucked away within the confines of his tattered black raiment. He made no move to retrieve it. He did, however, let his senses expand, eyes narrowing as he focused on the Knight, probing fingers of thought seeking to reveal what the eyes could not.*
*'Ahh...a facade. And beneath...a maze of circuitry and metal. Chaos,' the sorcerer thought with a kind of glee. 'What are you?'*
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 3, 2013 9:25:41 GMT -8
I guess my first post was rather lackluster. With the resurgence of the Imperial Remnant they had gained power, and quickly as well. As such it was their task to track down threats not only to them but to the Galaxy as a whole. The Order had been dispatched to deal with threats and the sorcerer was amoung the top ten most wanted. Hence why Xeonon was here today. Indeed he was a mass of circuitry and metal. His right arm, both eyes and much of his heart and lungs had been cybernetically replaced. Still at least for the time being he was mortal. He was human. (Currently update profile and all)
Turning his head he narrowed his brow only his left eye revealed the right hidden behind a eye patch. Just as he was being sized up he was doing the same to Ishy. Obviously there was more than meets the eye after all he looked like a starving whelp despite the outfit yet he was still alive. His own consciousness extended and he could feel the darkness radiating from his very core. He had been living with one such power for some month. A ring forged by Dragus had slowly but surely been drawing the darkness into Xeonon, slowly turning him to the darkside without the wearer knowing. Nice day for a walk is it not? Not a cloud in the sky and so far no smell of copper in the air. It was true, the storm was still beyond the horizon and no blood had been spilled as of yet. Almost on cue a huge gust of wind came bringing with it the smell of ozone and wet dirt. The grass and assorted grassland foliage whipped back and forth just as the hair on Xeonons head did giving him the appearance of a underwear model if they were encased in armour. It would be to cliche for me to ask for your surrender and even more cliche of you to say no so why dont we skip past those pleasantries?
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Ishmael
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Post by Ishmael on Aug 4, 2013 15:53:04 GMT -8
*Ishmael let a moment of silence pass after Xeonon had spoken, then nodded his assent. It was most refreshing to face an opponent that shared his lack of interest in meaningless verbal sparring. The sorcerer had a barbed tongue to be sure, but for everything there was an occasion, and right now it would be nothing but a waste of time. He cast his gaze skyward and grimaced. If he wanted to be gone from this place before the fury of the storm broke, his pursuer would need to be dealt with quickly.*
*His right hand lifted, coming out to the side, and his saber casually flipped into it, tugged from within his robes by a strand of force energy. With the reassuring weight of the weapon in his palm, he tightened his fingers around the phrik hilt but let his thumb extend down the length of the thing toward its emitter. The grip would allow for tighter, more controlled movements with the blade. He stopped walking, then, with his right foot forward but most of his weight supported by his left. Assuming Xeonon had remained stationary, there was about fifteen feet between the two.*
-Snap/Hiss!-
*The crimson blade flared into existence with a crackling snarl. Ishmael brought it up vertically, hilt held just in front of his forehead, and quick as lightning snapped the weapon out to paint an X in the air before him. The Makashi Salute and Flourish. Flashy, arrogant, and unnecessary. Still, it served its uses. He employed it as an unspoken Dun Moch- and while he was rather sure it would fail to shake the Knight's confidence, well, old habits die hard.*
*He lowered the weapon, letting the hilt linger near his right hip with the blade angled down and to the side, tip hovering just above the ground. In those precious few seconds before the conflict erupted- for if Xeonon hesitated to initiate, the sorcerer surely would not- Ishmael let his cold anger harden his heart...and waited.*
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 5, 2013 8:56:13 GMT -8
He was right about that, it did not affect Xeonon. Imperial Knights had both their body and minds honed like the edge of a knife. Honed to perfect so they were the perfect killing machines, honed so that things like this were stonewalled. The Master took it at face value, a sign of respect and he gave a quick head nod in recognition.
Shrugging his shoulder, the shield fell off his back and onto his left forearm. Large enough to protect much of his upper body save for his head it was made of a few different precious metals. With his right hand at the same time he took out the blastsword on his hip. The metal scraping against the metal of his armour. Once it was free of his body Xeonon pressed down a little harder on the handle causing the tip of the blade to glow blue. He may have sworn off guns, but this was a sword not a gun.
Suddenly the little angel appeared on Xeonons shoulder and shook his head no. No he wouldn't be a douchenozzele. He wouldn't use the stun function on it to try and stun Ishy. Instead he would just use it as a blade, a blade that could be easily cut by a lightsaber. Charging the fifteen feet Xeonon was going to try and make the first strike, keeping his shield arm ready to move he took a quick slash towards Ishmeals left forearm. It wasnt meant to be a killing blow, no just something to cause pain and slow him down.
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Ishmael
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Post by Ishmael on Sept 23, 2013 9:20:48 GMT -8
Switching up my posting style mid duel, because I AM a douchenozzle.
*A flash of irritation passes across my features as Xeonon brings his shield to bear. Depending on how well he can use it, getting through his defenses may prove rather...troublesome. Then came the sword. I saw nothing remarkable about it at first, although a weighted weapon combined with a shield was a rather formidable combination, but then the tip began to glow and I realized there was more to it than met the eye. I would have to be cautious in how I dealt with it. Still, a combination of saber and the force should be more than enough to overcome this Knight. And perhaps that would end the Remnant's pursuit for good. One can hope, anyway.*
*He begins his charge, and somehow I am unsurprised. My saber spins in a lazy arc while I await his arrival, coming down to rest in its original position, and with a short inhalation of breath I gather the force to me, molding it for a specific use. The Lapay philosophy states that to use more power than necessary to accomplish a thing is to disrespect that power, to cheapen it and all that it symbolizes. Therefore I do not fashion some mighty hammer of power to attempt to crush Xeonon. Nor do I endeavor to blast him apart with a lightning bolt or a sphere of arcane energy. Instead it is a minor application of Telekinesis (Force Grip), affixed to the outer rim of his shield- by this I mean the left side, from his perspective- that I use to orchestrate his undoing.*
*I fashion this Grip when he is nearly on top of me, and beginning his slash, and with a vicious yank on that cord of energy I attempt to tug the rim of the shield out and to my left, thus forcing it across Xeonon's body and into his arm. I apply enough force that I'm hopeful not only will the slash be stopped, but that he will be spun at least partially around to his right, leaving him exposed. Not bad for an opening maneuver, if I do say so myself, but I'll have to wait to see how he deals with it to know how effective it actually is. As the shield is- if indeed I was successful- colliding with Xeonon's arm, I will take a long step forward and out to my right, and flick my saber up and out in a viciously quick jab at the bridge of his nose.*
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Xeonon Solomon
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 1, 2013 13:53:24 GMT -8
The Imperial Knight had no way of knowing that the force was going to be used on his shield, there was no visible sign (I think) and even if he had there was no way around it. Metal clanged on metal as the tip of his shield smashed his arm hard enough to bruise him through the metal. Using all of his cybernetic strength he forced the shield against the grip, the strength of it hopefully startling his opponent and "ripping" it ffree of his teleketic grasp. Then he lowered his body and head so that he looked like a foot ball player running with a shield. His head was protected Save for his nose.
The smell of burnt flesh wafted through the area. Despite the pain he smiled, the edges of the shield were purified cortosis, crafted by both Xeonon and the Master Armourer it was arguably one of the best Cortosis shields in the galaxy, finer than anything other Knights had. Anyways the blade after sizzling away the flesh on the tip of the nose it would melt through the thin layer protecting it and hopefully shut off the blade. If it did well depending on the craftmanship of the blade it would be out of commission for several seconds to seven minutes.
All of this happening in the ever shrinking distance between them, Xeonon wouldn't have enough time to stop so he sped up, one step than another before he would smash headlong into Ishmael. If this was to happen then the moment before touching Xeonon would swing his shield upwards trying to smash it against his opponent
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