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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Dec 19, 2020 11:47:07 GMT -8
You find yourselves in an open area, 100 feet by 100 feet. The ground is spongey, small pools of putrid water dot the field. Just to the west of the combatants is a medium sized pond. Large trees surround the open field. I use the term field loosely. At least its hot out.....
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Post by Syren on Dec 21, 2020 15:55:56 GMT -8
*Syren almost giggled as she felt the muck squelch between her bare toes. The fetid smell of muck rose up from the disturbed earth, moist, eggy, an all around delight. She noted that the arena was on the small side. Leaning back against a beast of a tree, not too unlike the cypress, she took a moment to revel in the joy of the battle. How long had it been?
She flexed her fingers, webbed up to the first joint between each. The finblades along her arms shivered with the anticipation. Her hair, brilliantly verdant against the gloomy grey-green of the swamp, floofed out in the humidity like it was a living thing drinking in the wetness in the air with a contented hiss. Sharp duel irised eyes flitted about for her opponent's approach.
On each hip, hung a lightsaber (2). Hidden along her back, were five throwing daggers. While her feet were unshod, she was wrapped in a red reek hide coat that offered some basic protection and hugged her form with a slight flair.
Much had changed, and much had stayed the same. Time enough for the writer and the character to come together:* "Paz, Lovro. With this story, we honor our memory of you. Laissez les bons temps rouler." *Far and away in the mists you could hear horns playing.*
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Dec 25, 2020 14:52:39 GMT -8
Sinistra walked into view from a distance, taking her time in the mud, the slick wet bog bringing a smile to her face. She had been a regular resident of the perpetually mud bound planet of Jabiim for nearly 20 years. The smell of the decaying vegetation and the stagnant pond water were strong enough that she wrinkled her nose at the scent.
Her attire was close fitting tactical trousers and boots, with a fitted black tank top. She wore a weapons belt with a lightsaber on each hip as well. Her hair was braided back from her face in pigtails, and she wore her age openly though she looked as though she was still in shape physically.
She paused just inside the arena line and called over to her opponent, "I call shenanighans. I think they would rather we mud wrestle in this arena."
She looked skyward a moment murmuring, "For Lovro."
Eyeing her opponent again, she smiled. "Syren. It has been a very long time. Shall we dance then?"
She stretched her hands open wide in a gesture of invitation.
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Post by Syren on Dec 26, 2020 8:52:55 GMT -8
*Syren smiled at her opponent, mud wrestling was an idea, but she let it slide.*
"Always happy to give them a show and a dance with you would be an honor, my lady,"
*She responded, moving from her relaxed position against the tree and bundling the power of the Force in her legs, hands reaching for her sabers.
Using the tree as a solid spring board, Syren used the Force to augment a leap across the arena towards Sinistra.
As she moved, she pulled free the sabers from the clips on her belt. With a snap hiss, the azure blades sang to life and whipped forward.
Towards the end of her leap, Syren poised to rain down upon Sinistra with a vicious slash to the top of her head, intending to bisect the woman.*
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Dec 30, 2020 10:06:53 GMT -8
Lady. Ugh, she thought grumpily. As Syren spoke, a wisp of a grin danced across Sinistra's lips but she gathered the Force to her, waiting for the moment that the tension would break. Syren's spring from the tree was the catalyst for Sinistra to let the Force flow through her hand, as she raised her left hand palm out to channel a Force push at Syren's jumping form. The Sith grabbed her silver hilt from her right hip, and the silver blade thrummed into bright focus, scattering light across the mucky bog.
The slick ground made Sinistra reconsider some of her more showy Ataru moves, this was not the place to bounce around the arena and not suffer the wet, mud soaked consequences.
Besides, Syren's fiery temper would be better served with a defensive strategy until her fighting style could be properly assessed. Sinistra moved her right foot forward, and raised her saber to prepare for the next move.
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Post by Syren on Dec 30, 2020 13:11:25 GMT -8
*Syren felt the push like a punch in the gut. She gasped, and was knocked off her trajectory to Sinistra's left side.
She crouched in the mud about four to five paces from Sinistra. Her blue blades churned mud and water into vapor around her as they dug into the wet turf. She scooped up a bit of mud in her hand and hurled it towards Sinistra's face.*
"Here's mud in your eye."
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Dec 30, 2020 17:52:08 GMT -8
Sinistra moved to duck the glob of mud, however it was soupy and loose, much like Villa's mum, and it spattered across her face and her chest. Oh, that was it. Spitting the swampy detritus out of her mouth and clipping her unlit silver hilt back to her wait, she raised an eyebrow at her opponent and dropped to a knee, extended her left hand into the slimy wet clay with the fingers curled as she picked up a scoop of gloopy mud. Holding it much like a dripping ball in her left, she slapped the mudball hard with her right, aided with a touch of the Force to maximize splatter and mess.
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Post by Syren on Dec 31, 2020 8:17:00 GMT -8
*Syren had started to rise when the mud ball slammed her right in the chest. With the additional Force behind the hit she slid back in the mud several feet. She winced, though it hurt, the blow was not enough to take her breath away.
Syren deactivated her blades and clipped them back to her belt. She shrugged off the reek hide coat and dug deep into the Force. With fingers grasping towards Sinistra, she grabbed at the woman and made to pull her roughly to the fetid earth face first.*
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Feb 7, 2021 3:58:56 GMT -8
 I think I can speak for everyone when I say I wish there had been a little more to read. Nothing says fun like a fight in the mud. That said for the sake of there being a winner I would have to award it to Sinistra for landing the Force Push on your opponent. Congrats to both fighters. |
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