Kl'Ark vs. Jiral Gauvin

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Welcome my pleasure seeking friends, to the place of alternative worlds inside an alternative world. Please adorn your head with the sterilized sparkly helmet on your right and take a seat in the chair. Like our new gel modification? I'm happy to hear that.

Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we are thrust into a practice run between two of the most dramatic characters you have ever heard of. They are of new creation, so to speak, and the company just can't wait to introduce them to you.

So... just to eject you into the world here...

BOOP! [I'll be fixin' the stretch soon.]



Ah yes! Pretty rock! Desert, red sands, marvelous, indeed. I hope it satisfies you. And now, for the introductions:

Mr. Jiral Gauvin will be facing off the itsy bitsy Kl'Ark! Hush, ladies and gentlemen, and you may be able to hear the boop when they enter. This SIX rounds of non-stop action, tussling or otherwise! Or at least we hope so. By fate, the luckiest person to begin would be... the marvelous Jiral.

Count down with me:

1
GO!

[jiral]

"He'll be here sire."

Jiral sat on the Stabilizers of his airship the Vexus his droid quickly scanned the plains for sentient life forms. He rocked back and forth clearing away the dirt and debris while he listened to his droid make a wide array of sounds, the noise starting to become increasingly louder. Peering from beyond the side of his ship he awaited his challenge, this being one of many test and trials since becoming a Sith and Jiral was eager to prove his worth to his superiors. He wiped the dust from his brow, his hair spiked up yet also wavy and he quickly tied it into a slicked top knot and covered himself with his hood his right hand stroking the handle of his lightsaber, his left flopped lazily across his knee as he stood up and started to casually walk towards the middle of the canyon pausing only to survey the field for his foe not fully trusting his ability to 'sense' yet.

The landscape was flat aside from the hills of stone and mountians, the rising temperature on the surface of this world started to make him feel quite uncomfortable and Jiral closed his eyes only long enough to adjust his eyes properly. He shall show of that I am most sure.. He suddenly looked to his eastern most direction like something or someone was beckoning him forth and he started to run with blinding speed lightsaber drawn and activated a smirk on his face as he licked the dust from his lips and teeth no longer caring about the terrain anymore. After a few minutes he saw a large pillar about 500 yards in diameter and he was sure the power was beckoning him towards that position. He leaped in the air doing a somersault in mid air as to catch the entire field within view and upon landing he caught sight of a small creature in traditional Sith robes and smiled wide yet hid his teeth, his eyes masked by his cloak.

The name is Jiral Gauvin He bowed to his opponet never taking his eyes off of him or this truly would be a short duel. He grasped his lightsaber in traditional Shii-Cho format and prepared himself.May we both please our masters... He gestured his opponet to make the first move.

[Trellheim]

Clunk.

Kl'ark stepped off of the small Sith transport as it landed on the sandy world. The heat encompassed him all around, and he felt the presence of another Force user nearby. The wind had picked up, kicking sand across the Jawa's covered face. Kl'ark began moving at a fast pace and set off for the approximate location of his opponent.

Kl'ark's twin shoto lightsabers dangled from his robe's loose belt, their polished chrome gleaming and shining in the bright light. As Kl'ark extended his senses, feeling the landscape around him, he knew he drew nearer and nearer to his foe.

The two were on a training exercise, but one of deadly proportions. Kl'ark was playing this game for keeps, and he intended to fight to the best of his abilities.

As Kl'ark strode through the desert landscape he made out a almost pyre of stone in the distance. A figure was also moving towards the area, and it seemed like a good place to convene.

The two met in the center. Tirius, a Sith Acolyte who was only known to him by that alias, stood before him. Kl'ark analyzed the capabilities of the student, and discovered the man was not nearly as well trained as himself. Determined none the less not to underestimate his foe, Kl'ark prepared for the coming duel.

"The name is Jiral Gauvin."

Kl'ark inclined his head slightly at the human. The bow was an unneeded gesture, in his opinion, as he did not respect his combatant. The two were here for a fight, both Sith, and both powerful Force users. "May we both please our masters..."

"I intend to," replied Kl'ark quietly. He wasn't sure if Gauvin had even heard the remark over the whistling of the wind. As the Acolyte went into a common Shii-Cho stance and activated his lightsabers Kl'ark did the same. He extended both hands out to the side and called a shoto to each hand, activating the yellow blades simultaneously.

Kl'ark raised the blades over his head, stancing himself in the ways of Jar'kai. The Jawa Sith was a master of dual wielding, and he knew this would be the perfect opportunity to hone and demonstrate his abilities.

Kl'ark surged forward, calling on the Force to magnify his body. Klar'k's speed and strength soared, and the Jawa brought his two sabers clashing down in an X directed at Jiral's midsection. Kl'ark leaped upwards and over Jiral and came at him froim behind, slicing his blades in opposite directions, one towards his neck and one towards his legs. Kl'ark flipped away after attacking, watching for his opponents reaction.

Kl'ark called the Force in himself, harnessing his anger and rage and prepared to use it if necessary in the coming minutes.

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Round 1

Jiral -- ... well, Jiral. xD
Effort: 3/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 2/5
Coolness: 1/5
Bonus: --
Comments: Okay, may I make a writing suggestion even if this isn't RPM. Jiral, please, please, please... periods. Keeps thoughts in order and it doesn't feel all mooshed together and fast. Entertain, don't fly through and pretend it doesn't matter. Now, so another thing: I got very lost. When did he get off the ship?

Kl'Ark -- Whest
Effort:4/5
Fairness: 3/5
Detail: 4/5
Coolness: 3/5
Bonus: --
Comments: I think you're pretty good to go. Just... watch the attacks.

Jiral - 11
Whest - 14

[jiral]

Tirius laughed and easily guarded against the oncoming attack with his lightsaber having to quickly revert to a backhand style to keep his head connected to his neck. He hopped over the second blade and rolled off to the left side gripping his advesaries hilts with his force powers and tried to pull one of them from his hand to even up this match. I'm not to die here... He channeled his anger within him preparing for a heated battle as he made a wide slash towards the head of his enemy while in his left hand he built up enough power to unleash his force if needed.

He skidded as he slashed and ducking as he did so he left his left side open to a attack... A costly move but he figured it would prove effective if his enemy was as foolish as he had hoped. Though not ready for a dual user, if he did survive this he'd have to ask for lessons...

[Trellheim]

(( I usually post where I'm hitting, but never make a reference to whether said attacks hit or not. If there's anything in my wording I can change to make this duel more fair in your eyes, Squee, please let me know ))

A storm gathered within Kl'ark's opponent, and as he reacted to the Jawa's blows the Initate put up a basic wall of defense in the Force, prepared to defend as best he could against any attacks that may be directed at him.

The other Sith dodged and parried the attacks easily, but Kl'ark was not surprised; he began feeling out his enemy, probing for weaknesses and habits. The human made a wide swing aimed at his head, but slipped while slashing. Kl'ark ducked his head, squatting his short legs, and then jumped, slicing ones of his blades towards one side of Gauvin's midsection and one to the other. Kl'ark called on the Force to increase the strength and speed of his blows, as without his closet ally he was merely another warrior.

As Kl'ark landed he stepped back out of range and studied the human carefully, watching his every move from there on out. To be safe he strengthened his wall of protection in the Force, ready for anything thrown at him, and brought his blades up in a traditional Jar'Kai style defensive posture.

The wind kicked through the desert, but luckily enough his signature hat blocked out the sun's harsh rays and the sands scorching assaults. The two Sith battled not only each other, but the elements as well.

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Oop. Sorry guys.

Round 2

Jiral -Jiral
Effort: 3/5
Fairness: 4/5
Detail: 2/5
Coolness: 3/5
Bonus: --
Comments: May continue...

Kl'Ark -- Whest
Effort:4/5
Fairness: 4/5
Detail: 4/5
Coolness: 3/5
Bonus: --
Comments: And... you may now continue as well.

Jiral - 23
Whest - 29