Drace Jager vs Jarod Dubrilli

[Rugs]

WELCOME TO THE THUNDERDOME!!!!ONE!!!1!!11

Ahem...



You will be fighting in this location ^

Drace Jager will be fighting Jarod Rubrilli

Sith vs Dark Jedi

5 rounds, winner gets one extra round to finish their opponent

Jarod is up first

Dress to impress, gentlemen


REBEL 1!!! ACTION!!!

[Othorious]

Mist blanketed the small ruin covered lush valley, to a normal being this would proof very hard to see through....but Jarod was no ordinary human. Mist clung to his black coat, concealing him further into the foggy abyss. Suddenly he heard the soft squish of the loose soil, and rushed behind a ruined and broken pillar, he could barely make the outline of a dark clad figure slowly moving through the ruins of the old grounds. Slowly edging his was around, he silently unsheathed both of his lightsabers, without knowing it he had circled the opponent, leaving the man wide open for a sneak assault. He thought of a better plan, so he sheathed his sabers, and quickly pushed on the broken pillar using the force, sending the piece of stone at the figure like a missle.

[♫ Drace ♫]

A rune city well past its prime as a coverlet of disheartening mist blanketed the now insolvent architecture that probably once bloomed luminously through the land that was occupied with the brimming verdure of the green blades of grass. A Paradise lost to time and space, and a domain that most likely has suffered more from seclusion then any damage a war of insurgence could ever craft on such a locality. Memories faded akin to the polish that once glistened off the granite pillars that were outwardly scattered across the land. Life had seemingly forgotten its purpose on such a terra firma, for not even the subtle fragments of whispers echoed throughout the atmosphere. Yes, loneliness; the greatest indication of extinction known.

Silence was a subtlety known to few, and this abandoned civilization’s once appreciated peace would soon be interrupted by the protruding, and since long lost cracking of grass. Moving over the haze engrossed pasture was a man, shrouded by the fortification of a finely woven posh black cloak. Its overhanging hood grasping hold of the man’s face to secure his identity in its confines. Decipherable to the eye however was a rather gauzily crafted katana scabbard that exited from two entry holes cut into the back of the cloak, revealing the hoister’s top and bottom end. Attached to both hands were two glistening entities, which seemingly almost blended in within the pallor of the mist that veiled over the land reasonably.

The existence of such an unspoken demeanor was only held by the newly initiated sith, Drace Jager. His rationale on such a terrain was well kept to himself, and the indication of his purposeless roaming suggested he simply basked in the allure of an empty location. Never since joining the Sith Order had such tranquility been forwarded to the emotionless individual as the cool air brushed against his cloak, and through the slit down the middle, against his fully clad skin. Never one for an abundance of clamor, Drace was completely, though not physically perceptibly enjoying that implicit peace and abandoned location to himself.

His feet gliding over the grass with each step, and the only sound for miles was that of the green splendor beneath his feet crackling as his firm steps smacked gently against the ground while he strolled forward. Moving through what at first glimpse revealed to be an ancient footpath, Drace moved to the side, approaching one of the ruined pillars that guarded the area; a remnant of its framework laying to its side while rock-strewn debris was gather around its space. Dragging from beneath his cloak, Drace moved his right hand along the stone structure; the surprisingly warmth of his flesh feeding the deep cold of the marble. Its texture was beauteous, and one couldn’t help but to stand in look in awe at the magnificence that presented itself in a rune portrayal of art.

However, as the saying goes; all good things come to end. Drace’s moment of peace was ephemeral as his head lifted promptly from its once lowered position. A sudden intuition danced in his mind, which only came when his life was endangered. A admonition from the force evidently, which Drace had now seemingly accepted unconsciously? Looking through the opening of his hood, Drace with the brilliance of his emerald eyes caught glimpse of the spiked fragment of stone hurling his way. Reaching out with his free and exposed hand, the Sith tapped into the ubiquitous power that had recently spared his life. Grasping the free-agent mound of earth, Drace had taken control, spinning around while the ends of his cloak flustered around his body. Dragging his arm out in a fluent motion as his body move, the spike also entered into an arched shift.

His spin was polished, however held a more strategic significance as the barb had taken a full-circle around his body, and with a powerful explosion of energy, was re-directed at its owner, torpedoing from Drace’s being. However to the other presence that once loamed in close proximity, now faced with its own creation; Drace wasn’t present in; however a spiral of twigs and grass flustered in his wake. Trailing the projectile with just as much speed as it was launched with (Going by Tri’s description of a missile) Drace blurred across the field, once again endowing in the pervasive assistance of the force as he executed flawlessly the art of Force speed.

Obviously, Drace’s inherent personality told him to simply attack without question; in fear of his own life being stripped away. As so, he reacted with as much belligerence as his newly found opponent. As he moved however, he reached onto his back, and with a abrupt detach, pulled down the chrome handle of his lightsaber. The beam, though not ignited was dormant till needed. And there, Drace continued on, stalking the missile as it moved passed air-resistance; leading the Sith to his next kill.

[Rugs]

REBEL 1


Trihexilon
Effort: 2/5- Alright, there wasn't really much to the post at all, really. Feeds intot he detail score, so look there.
Fairness: 5/5- As such, there wasn't any powerplaying or anything of the sort, which is good. Even though that would be hard to do in the first round xD
Detail: 1/5- There just wasn't any of this here. Does the post need to be five miles long? No, though you're welcome to that. Basically, all you did was establish that he was there, and that he started some attack. That's all well and good, but why is he there? What's he thinking, or how does he feel about being there? What's his thought process for launching that attack? Things like that. You've been dropped into a situation where you're free to do pretty much whatever you want. Have some fun with it.
Coolness: 1/5- First round posts don't tend to be the coolest of things, but again, because there wasn't really anything there, this score suffered more than it might normally have.
Bonus: 0/2
Comments: Alright, so now you know what's expected. Give me more, take some time to write a good, well thought out post. And, above all, have some fun. Go crazy, within the limits of common sense.

Drace
Effort: 4/5- Good starting post
Fairness: 5/5- Didn't powerplay or GM, good stuff
Detail: 3/5- Detail was good, but there are parts of the post where the wording is a bit murky. Would be nice if there was a clarity score, but there isn't, and so it'll play in here.
Coolness: 3/5- Alright as far as opening posts go. I'm expecting more as the fight progresses
Bonus: 0/2
Comments: Not a bad opening post. Good start.


Overall comments: So, now you've both made your first duel posts. Hooray! Now you know what I look for (kindasorta) and you know what I expect. Take things up a notch with the next round.

Oh, and a word of advice for you both: Dialogue can add a lot to a fight. Just throwing that out there.



Total:

Trihexilon- 9
Drace- 15


REBEL 2! ACTION!

[Othorious]

Jarod watched as the marble missile was redirected back towards him, he barely was able to leap out of it's deadly trajectory. He caught a glimpse of it smash into the Bastion wall behind him before landing behind the ruined remnants of a building, he cautiously peeked out from behind the wall to see the figure run to where he was only moments ago.

The mist distorted and concealed his opponents figure, leaving him only small glimpses of what he....or she truly looks like. Jarod pondered what he should do, his enemy was obviously a force user...how else could he have redirected the pillar?, how could he catch a force user off guard? He heard his opponent start to move towards him, Jarod quickly sped through arch ways and past walls, he checked behind him to see if he was following. Good... come into my trap, like a spider and a fly....

Jarod look around him, many ideal objects to throw at him, " Maybe... or maybe i should use something bigger..." Jarod whispered under his breath. He turned on his heel, and using the force, knocked down a row of walls towards where his enemy might be following him. I'm not going to kill you yet, no no, i'm just going to have a little fun first

He began to knock down row after row of walls with the force, he barely saw his opponent leap around the crumbling walls. He began to get carried away with his attack, he wasn't just knocking down walls, but he was beginning to throw anything in his path. From knocking down pillars, to throwing pathway tiles, he even began to unknowingly slowly wear down the nearby Bastion's structural integrity!

He just came back to his sense when one of his thrown objects, a large pathway tile, came hurtling towards his face. He was too slow in reacting and was hit in his chest, knocking the wind out of him and throwing him back, smashing him into a nearby pillar. He was barely regaining his breath when he saw a dark clad figure rapidly rushing for him!

[♫ Drace ♫]

An abnormality he was; rare to find one to adapt to himself, and had the compliance and confidence to execute precise strategic plans against an opponent whose level of skill wasn’t exactly known at the moment. A risk it was to blindly rush in on a mysterious target. However his skill couldn’t be gauged unless the fight was brought to him. This wasn’t some simple happening, and nor was it a friendly wrangle between two friends. This was combat at its best; from two opponents who knew nothing of the other besides the fact that if one lived, the other’s life was in dire peril.

As the grand marble bullet continued to violently pierce through the air, Drace was already in the midst of concocting his next phase of action. Through his peripheral, the Sith in detail took note of his opponent’s posture. The way he stood, the motion in which jus body would ultimately take if he decided to elude. All came into his frame of thought as he propelled forward, trailing the cartridge with the accumulation of speed that blessed the man with vivid green eyes unmatched alacrity. The shrouded figure, whoever he was truly picked the wrong person to naively begin a quarrel with. For the end result would be akin to all of Drace’s previous victims; guaranteed death to come.

Tweaking the curve and axial spin of the carved frame of marble that continue to rupture towards the Dark Jedi through the force, Drace scrupulously applied a spiral to the massive object, generating a drilling effect. As the now twirling tool of destruction pulsed closer, Drace looked up as the cloak-clad figure leaped out the way. His moves were listless, and if another second has passed, his chest would have been decorated with the stain of his own blood. Nonetheless, all Drace could be with the demonstration of his “evasive” prowess was content. Through the incision of his cloak, Drace realized his opponent was indeed a male, and a male who was startled easily. Perfect.

“Why do you run!?” Drace called out with the deep, mature ripeness of his voice as the pusillanimous male exploded into a foot race; which was soon followed. Oddly enough, shouldn’t Drace have been the one fleeing? If anything, the initiator of the fight should have at least had enough ba—courage to stay and finish what he started. However this didn’t bother the impassive soul as he continued to shadow the man’s every movement. Jarod resembled nothing more than a frail mouse at the moment in the eyes of his newly established predator. Small and significant without the slightest allusion of hope to carry the fragile creator to a false purpose; sadly enough, Drace couldn’t care less.

The short-lived chase had soon brought the two into what appeared to be a ruined corridor. Calligraphy embroidered the fractured marble walls which were finely placed side-by-side. Catching a glimpse as he moved, Drace couldn’t help but to wonder what epic tales of the past such visual art held dormant and secluded from the world. Darting through the conduit, with the only traceable imagery of the two being the fading blurs that moved in-between the pillars that were across from walls. His hand still grasping tightly the handle of his lightsaber, Drace was quickly closing the gap between himself and Jarod; now only a few meters behind as they continued to truck through the extended hallway.

Droplets of water lifted up off the ground as Drace unconsciously ran through the scattered puddles that were condemned on the ground. So Jarod assumed he was somewhat clever by dragging Drace into a confined space, huh? And the Sith also assumed he didn’t notice the slight quiver that occurred when his he reached out into the force to detach the walls and fling them at Drace. To his dismay however, did he not only notice such a fine detailing, but he also had a means of evasion. As the walls were sent plummeting to the ground, Drace twirled, still in motion as he reached onto his back to pull off the second Lightsaber handle latched to his sheath. Now with his weapons in hand, Drace was ready to stand against the quaking tablets that would soon crush his body if he didn’t act with haste.

Igniting the dual weapons, the dimly lit corridor soon accepted it’s newly found light as a hue of deep purple and darkened gold flickered into existence. Discontinuing his spin, Drace slashed at the wall with the gold lightsaber, cutting straight then its surface as one half fell to the side. Leaping through gap, Drace hopped onto the secondary half and pushed off, sending it crashing into the ground as he propelled himself through the air. Acrobatically sound, he began to spiral his body, evading two approaching walls as he slipped through the crack in between.

Rolling into the floor as the clamor of dropping tiles rang; Drace quickly picked himself and continued onward. Vibrating bellows sounded as Drace began to slash away at the incoming overlays the Dsrk Jedi had crafted into his offense. However as the final one approached, Drace braced himself, and with a kick of his leg, spent the final one spiraling into the air. Terminating the gold beam, he secured the handle between his thumb and palm as he lifted his hand. Reaching out into the omnipresent force, the Sith took hold of the tile and with a drop of his arm, sent it flying at the puffing Jarod who rested on the ground attempting to regain his breath.

“What is your name..?”

[Rugs]

REBEL 2


Trihexilon
Effort: 3/5- Much better than your first post, but I'm sure you can do more
Fairness: 4/5- Good on taking the first hit, but tearing apart the ruins and throwing walls around seems like a bit much for a 16 year old
Detail: 3/5- As with effort, much, much better that the first post
Coolness: 3/5 Not bad. This tends to go up as the fights progress and grow in intensity
Bonus: 0/2
Comments: You're making good strides, so kudos on that. However, I want you to keep pushing yourself to make each post better than the last. It's the only way you get better :3

Drace
Effort: 4/5- Good stuff
Fairness: 4/5- Not bad. Would have liked to see Drace take at least a scratch, though...
Detail: 4/5- Again, detail's good, but your wording can be blurry in places
Coolness: 3/5- 'twas entertaining. Still looking for more once the fight proper gets started, though
Bonus: 0/2
Comments: Good stuff. I like Drace's seeming cockiness. Fitting, I suppose, since Jarod ran away...


Overall comments:Carry on, gents.



Total:

Trihexilon- 22
Drace- 30


REBEL 3! ACTION!