Koeing Turion VS Kvothe Algaterra.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Alright. Setting up one of these duels is a first for me, but I'm honored to be the one officiating. Couldn't ask for two greater posters to evaluate.

THE LOCATION

You will be fighting here:

You know the rules, and so do I. Five rounds. Ask for more if you want more.

Now... a la cuisine, er battle!

*closes eyes and points*

You first Rugs

[Rugs]

It's happening again.

How many times had the thought run through the Rilan's mind in the last span of minutes? Too many, probably. Far too many for the type of day this was supposed to be. An easy day. A single day of a reprieve to catch his breath from the endless pressures and dangers that hounded him back home on Aiaru.

Had it been up to Kvothe, he'd still be on Aiaru. The Unum still fought their guerilla crusade against the Tower, and it was his duty to fight back. He'd taken the oath, years ago. "I am the watchman that stands ever vigilant against the night. I am the shield that holds strong for Aiaru and her people. I am the hand of justice and the Sword of the Tower." He still remembered the words. But they'd sent him away.

Again.

"You must leave now, First Sword Algaterra." Bors had been the one to tell him. Magnus had been there as well, watching him with those wide, steady eyes. "It is becoming apparent that the pressures of your duties are becoming too much for you. Go. Take a break and relieve yourself.

"The last thing any of us want is for you to break."

Oh, how he'd wanted to argue. He'd wanted to force them to make him leave, to drag him to the Masada, kicking and screaming all the while. Why was it always what they wanted? What about what he wanted?

It didn't matter, though. Fighting would be useless, and it all likelihood only make his situation worse. So he'd nodded, gave the proper deference, and took his leave. He'd hated it, but it was the only thing he could do. They would call him back, in time, though. Who ever heard of tossing a sword aside because it was too sharp?

In the mean time, exploration called. Despite his crusader-like ways, Kvothe was a Mythic at heart, and the chance to explore and discover new things still intrigued him.

That was how he'd found himself on the world he was on today. The name escaped him--he was sure Magnus would have an aneurysm to learn that--but the day had been productive. He'd happened upon some old ruins, and spent most of the morning peicing together old broken bits of pottery and recording his findings on flimsies. Fas was enjoying a chance to get out and run and play among the old vine-covered ruins as well, and the happiness that brought had done Kvothe's mood well. The bond with a familiar could be a useful thing, sometimes.

Around noon he'd found what he thought to be an ancient battlefield, and after carefully looking around it, he'd decided to see what else he could find and moved on.

That was about when the trouble started.

As he'd come to a new area in the complex of ruins, he'd felt another presence lurking. He didn't know who it belonged to, but it was dark, and dangerous. It reminded him too much of the last time he'd been out exploring ruins--an old, decaying city. There he'd happened upon another one of his own people, but she was dark and corrupted, and a freak, stuck forever in her true form. She'd also attacked him.

He crushed her in the short fight that followed.

With memories of the encounter still fresh in his mind, he returned to the Masada and prepared for potential confrontation.

Now he stood on the ruins' edge, with the sun's light glinting softly from his suit of red and gold armor. Talio hung behind his waist. Peregrinus, his splendid, softly luminescent glaive of songsteel was at his side. His dagger was sheathed at his waist, and lined with a nasty surprise for if things came to needing to use it.

And still the presence lurked.

Kvothe didn't know if the person had any hostile intentions, but if a fight came, he would be ready.

With slow, measured steps, he made his way back into the ruins. His hazel eyes were threaded with wary orange as he scanned his surroundings, looking into every vine-obscured nook and cranny for signs of life.

"Are you scared, Ishar?"

He stopped and closed his eyes. Not now.

"Jumping at ghosts again?" His brother's voice laughed mockingly in his head. "If you weren't so weak, you wouldn't have to be afraid, Ishar. If you weren't so weak..."

"I am not afraid," Kvothe growled under his breath. Lines of red snaked across his irises; they often did when he thought of Vorian. "And I am not weak."

As if to prove it to himself, he drew deeply on the Mythos. The air sighed around him as he flexed his power, teasing his auburn hair and catching the end of the green sash tied round his waist in a gentle breeze. The anxiety had gone on long enough. It was time to act.

"I know you're there," he called out, voice firm and steady. "Stop skulking around. If you haven't anything to hide, then show yourself."

He kept himself open to the Mythos, to its whisperings and warnings. If something was going to happen, now was the time.

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The cynical Firrerreo had left the temple to get away from the fools that reside within for they gave him too many headaches, he had brought Kayn with him for company. With the large cat in tow he charted course for the nearest planet devoid of any real life and so here they were within the ruins of some small backwater village that had been destroyed by those more powerful than they.

He searched around them while Kayn disappeared in to cliffs sniffing out prey, he thought quietly on the recent events and how he had claimed an apprentice his thoughts however were troubling because his new apprentice seemed broken and always lost within herself never interested in what he had to teach her.

Shaking his head Koeing turned the corner around one of the larger buildings within the ruins, his skill in sense was low but he could feel the presence enter the edge of the ruins. With a low growl eminating from deep in his chest Koeing flexed the muscles in his legs and augmented his power using the force to jump ten feet in to the window of the building he had rounded the corner of.

His eye's narrowed as he began to watch the figure however it didn't last long as the man seemed to scare off easily. "Must have noticed my presence somehow and ran like a coward." He thought while staring off in the distance where the man had gone, slowly he moved through the ruined structure up to the roof to get a better vantage point when he noticed the warrior returning now in armor.

"The Gorram idiot intends to fight." He growled in his mind as he hid behind a pillar, he delved into the well of power residing within him and let the force flow out like water being released from a dam. The air became heavy around him as he stretched out his conciousness to brush against the others lightly, all the while he searched through the force for every bit of leverage he could hold over this warrior.

Suddenly the man began to speak to himself as if haunted by ghosts, a short laugh escaped from his lips and he cursed for faltering but it was just so very amusing to meet those who are mentally unstable, he took a deep breath to steady his amusement. This time the man spoke directly to Koeing and he took offense to it, his eyebrows knit together in frustration at the insult.


"I know you're there," he called out, voice firm and steady. "Stop skulking around. If you haven't anything to hide, then show yourself."


Using the force to augment the volume of his voice he called out to the warrior. "How dare you accuse me of skulking, i am simply taking my time to show myself, do not rush perfection."

He shook his head and decided he should reveal himself to the warrior, and so he stepped to the edge of the roof and dropped off. Using the force to augment his legs allowing them to take the impact he landed solidly on the ground leaving deep impressions in the dirt beneath his boots.

Koeing wore a dark cloak shadowing his appearance, out of respect he removed it allowing the man to look upon his opponent. His lips pulled in to a grin revealing his elongated canines, he wore his normal Maroon robes with his two lightsabers clipped to his belt, if the man across from him knew anything of force users then he knew Koeing had more weapons than just the two blades.

Nodding to the man from across the battlefield he spoke in his sharp malicious tone of voice. "You presume to threaten me? I showed no hostility yet you leave only to return in full battle garb? Apparently you are one who thirsts for battle, that or you're an agent of the light, no matter either way you are a fool."

Koeing dropped his right arm down to his side and unclipped the gorgeous curved hilt of his Durindfire blade, his thumb hovered over the ignition switch then pressed down gently allowing the silver blade to snap out and fill the ruins with a low hum. "Since you seem to desire a fight, you've found one."

The Firrerreo gathered his thoughts and through the force sent a mental spear at the warrior before him attempting to subdue the mans thoughts before he could react to Koeing's next attack. He shot forward his legs asserting themselves to their limit to propel Koeing across the field of battle towards his enemy, just before reaching he pressed the toe of his right boot into the ground and imbued his jump with the force allowing him to reach ten feet in the air.

He hovered at the pinnicle of his jump Koeing's left arm shot down toward the man the force began to coalesce down his arm and came to a head in his palm. The pent up energy exploded with the force of a Zakkeg down towards the man intending to smash him in to the ground and end this battle before it began.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Round 1

*Rugs*
Effort: 5/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 5/5
Coolness: 2/5
Bonus: /2
Comments: Splendid detail. Usual Rugs magic at work. Unfortunately in the absence of serious action, cool has to take a hit. But there's a chance for you to counter that with your next post.

*Koeing*
Effort: 4/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 4/5
Coolness: 4/5
Bonus: /2
Comments: So your cool factor pushed you into a tie here, but I think you could have had a bit more detail. There's also a couple errors here and there you might have caught with a little extra time. So effort gets dinged a little too.

Total:

Rugs - 17
Koeing - 17

Now back to work you two! *cracks whip*

[Rugs]

{Text in this color indicates speaking in Rilan.}

"How dare you accuse me of skulking," the shadowed presence called out in return, "I am simply taking my time to show myself, do not rush perfection."

Kvothe, unfazed by the voice project, snorted and shifted his weight from his left leg to his right, leaning easily on the long polearm in his hand. "That, my friend," he answered softly, "is the very definition of skulking." His words were not particularly loud, though louder than a whisper. Perhaps the shadow would hear them. It all depended on location.

We can't all be intelligent, he went on silently. Not everyone got the benefit of learning in the Tower's fine halls, or the chance to come to understand basic vocabulary.

And you don't even know the meaning of the word perfection.

Vorian's face flashed in his mind's eye. Smirking. He'd always been there, casting his shadow over Kvothe. No matter how hard he trained, no matter how hard he fought, his older brother was always a step or more ahead.

Always.

You're not even close.

As he waited for the presence to reveal himself, he started to draw the Mythos in around him. He didn't appreciate being stalked, and the nature of the presence following him reminded him all too much of the freak of a woman that attacked him back in the decaying city on that nameless, dead and distant world. And it was far too similar to that of so many of the Unum filth so relentlessly pursued.

No, Kvothe would not strike first.

But he would not be caught unawares, either. Vorian had given him far too many painful lessons for that.

Eventually, the man revealed himself. He looked about Kvothe's height, and wore a dark cloak that he quickly disposed of. Kvothe observed him steadily, with eyes that had returned to hazel streaked with orange.

Silver skin, sharp canines. If he remembered his species studies in the Tower correctly, those were possible traits of a Firrerreo, though he wasn't certain. The Firrerreo were a rare people; he'd never seen another other than Irisorrie.

Of course, being a Rilan, Kvothe knew all about what it was to belong to a rare people.

"You presume to threaten me? I showed no hostility yet you leave only to return in full battle garb? Apparently you are one who thirsts for battle, that or you're an agent of the light, no matter either way you are a fool."

If the stranger expected a response, he'd be sorely disappointed. Given the right fuel, Kvothe's temper could flare into a firestorm, but these perceived insults were little more than trifling.

"I made no threats to you," he said simply, honestly. "But I've dealt with your type before; if you precautions being taken as a threat, then you must live a very difficult life." He shrugged his shoulders slightly and snorted. "And the fool's the one that makes assumptions."

Regardless, it seemed it was too late to stop a fight. Apparently that had already been set in motion when he donned his armor. "Idiot," he muttered under his breath in his people's tongue.

There had been ghosts back in that dying city. Kvothe knew it. He'd felt them watching him fight, from their hiding places. As the nameless shadow before him drew his lightsaber, Kvothe wondered what ghosts rested in this place. What spirits were there here? Would they watch as the others had? Watch and wonder who would be the next to join them.

"Will it be you?" Vorian's voice whispered quietly in Kvothe's mind. "Will you join them here?"

Kvothe's hand tightened on Peregrinus' shaft. Gold appeared in his irises, first in flecks that danced among the orange and hazel, and then in a broad ring that slowly filled out from his pupils. "No," he whispered to his brother's voice, "not here. Not until I've torn your heart from your chest."

The man gave another worthless taunt. Kvothe drew the Mythos tightly around him in defense. He would not make the first strike.

But he would be certain to make the last one.

The man charged. Kvothe held his ground, but he was not standing idle. He lifted Peregrinus from the dust and held it at the ready.

It was only his precaution and drawing in of the Mythos to defend that dulled the strike of the man's telepathic attack. It was a rock, more than a spear--still a nuisance, but much less than it could have been. Yellow stained the edges of Kvothe's eyes and his heart seemed to flutter in his chest at the blow. Stay calm. He's no Vorian.

As his foe drew nearer, Kvothe made a subtle motion at the ground with one of his fingers. He set a part of his mind to working into the earth around his feet, but he did nothing. He couldn't, not yet. But it was a preparation.

When the man leapt into the air, Kvothe turned his attention skyward. He took a step back, putting more space between the two of them. A hand was extended and a blast of energy sent his way.

Kvothe just snorted.

Quickly, he turned his mind to repelling the attack. Telekinesis was his forte; he was a prodigy in it--so powerful that very few could match him. Not even Vorian. He didn't even raise a hand as willed a wedge of the Mythos upwards, breaking the attack before it could touch him and relegating the rest to harmlessly slamming into the ground. Dust was kicked up, and his hair and sash whipped around from the blast, but Kvothe still stood tall.

Immediately, he threw his hands down, focusing all of his will into what he'd already begun. His fists clenched, and his will hardened.

With a yell and a single, mighty sweep, he raised his hand. The ground him seemed to explode in a wide circle around him, and he hurled a storm of rock, dirt, and dust spraying into the air at the man riding a wave of energy with all the force of a train gone out of control.

This was his game. With telekinesis, the air was both his shield and his sword.

He had not wanted this fight, nor had he started it. But if one of them was fated to join the spirits that lay here, then so be it. This man would die.

There were still far too many things Kvothe had to take care of.

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Koeing's thoughts were faster than lightning as he devised a way to protect himself and strike at the same time. Using the force Koeing quickly spun in the air gathering it around him, coming to a stop after having gone around three hundered sixty degrees he brought Caeling his gorgeous Silver blade around infront of him and loosed the gathered air in a torrent before him.

Through use of the force Koeing had shaped the air current in to a blade, the edge of the current cut through the center of the debris and headed for the man before him who seemed to wield the force as well.

The debris reached Koeing and he threw out a pulse of the force around him knocking the potentially fatal shards of rock away and around him, however a few small peices found their mark peppering his cheeks with small now bleeding cuts. His robes fluttered around him as he fell from the sky and landed with a hard impact on the ground, his left knee came down and struck the earth to cushion his fall.

From his position on one knee Koeing's lips pulled in to a smirk he didn't wait for the bladed current to hit its mark he went through the motions that had become so familiar for him.

He called through the force to his second saber and locked it in the grip of his left hand, igniting the viridian blade he stood and took the opening stance of Jar'kai his preferred method of killing.

He shot forward toward his opponent who now stood only ten feet from him, pressure began to build at the tops of his shoulders, the force tightened around them and began to coalesce around his arms as the beginings of force lightning arced across his arms.

The lightning began to arc from his arms and on to the blades of his lightsabers causing the bolts to fire off erradically around him, when he reached his enemy Koeing brought his right hand down in a vertical slash to rend the mans right arm off at the shoulder, his left came from under his right arm in a quick lightning fast slash that would gut the man before him.

Any impact with the lightsabers would cause the lightning arcing off the blades to shower around Koeing and Kvothe creating a blinding show akin to fireworks exploding around them. The bolts were hardly strong enough to kill, the amount of energy put behind them were only enough to stun and daze for a split second Koeing didn't wish to kill his opponent instantly but would rather him suffer before his demise.

[Lemur, The Kool-Aid Guy]

Round 2

*Rugs*
Effort: 5/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 5/5
Coolness: 4/5
Bonus: /2
Comments: Cool factor was definitely upped here, and the remaining details were quite stunning as always.

*Koeing*
Effort: 4/5
Fairness: 3/5
Detail: 4/5
Coolness: 5/5
Bonus: /2
Comments: So I'm pretty sure you need to use hands for force lightning, that's gonna ding you in fairness. There's also a few small errors here and there that could be corrected with a little bit more time, hence another ding to effort. Still good though and excellent cool factor.

Total:

Rugs - 36
Koeing - 33