Mandalore the Reclaimer vs Shawn O'Connor

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I bet y'all thought I forgot didn't ya?



Well you thought wrong *_*

Dutch and shawn, your duel is awaiting *ping* Please report to the front entrance. I repeat, please report to the front entrance

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This match-up brings us Jedi guy Shawn O'Connor vs probably-crazy-lady Mandalore the Relcaimer. 4 rounds (I think?)

DUTCH YOUR CHARACTER IS IN THE TITLE FIRST YOU GO FIRST, KAY?



Image Credit to original artist


The Mandalorian war machine has continued to run amok in the Outer Rim. Invasion forces were ultimately repelled from their latest target, but at heavy cost to the life and property of the victim world. Hundreds of thousands, if not more, of people perished in the brutal fighting, and casualties on both side have dealt a significant blow to their respective war efforts.

Still, some still pick amongst the rubble, around the dead and dying....

[Dutch]

Some of us just waited until our time has come *_*

HERE I COME

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Though the ruined city now was mostly silent, the dull drone of distant fires and the occasional pop of a firing blaster would still be heard. Followed usually by a scream or a shout in Mando'a. From atop the building Mandalore perched upon, she could see the defending forces further fortifying their position in the distant center of the city. The codru-ji had not considered that the planet's denizens would form a massive militia to work with the Republic soldiers, nor that the Republic would even allow normal citizens to actually defend their homes. Perhaps they would prove worthy after all? Nearly the entire militia had been wiped out, but they were able to hold her token force long enough for the Republic to send back up. They had died honorably, each fighting until their bones were shattered and their flesh torn asunder.

Yet now that the Republic had arrived, the outskirts of the war zone were now peppered with hated Jedi. Mandalore turned her visor from the skyline down to the one she had been silently following. Moving with far more agility than one so armored should, the Mandalorian leaped and ducked around from rooftop to rooftop. So far four Jedi had fallen to her since their arrival, each fallen to the same techniques. Now directly above the Jedi, Mandalore slowly crept on all six limbs over the edge of the roof in complete silence. With two hands still clutched to the mortar of the building the other two slid swiftly to the dual blades sheathed at her waistline. The dark beska'ds hissed as they were drawn, the sound barely audible to Mandalore herself even with her heightened and stim boosted hearing. She waited, still as the gargoyles that flanked her on the corners of the mega-structure. Without a sound the Mandalorian leaped from the top of the building.

She hurtled story after story, both blades held in her lower hands reverse-gripped. Her top arms maneuvered to rest atop her lowers, fingers clenched around the pommels of her weapons. Mandalore fell in a silver blur, the lengths of her black kama fluttering behind her. Faster and faster, until the Jedi was but a few meters away.

"Asha'mur, etyc jetii!" Screamed the woman as she drove both blades down with all four arms, tips of shining beskar angled right for the base of the Jedi's neck.

[shawn]

The journey had been long and pleasant, the fighting had long since moved on from this now forgotten area of the city but the distant clashes were still enough to shatter many patrons hopes of a near peace. Rummaging through the debris the lone man looked for anyone who could have survived in this desimated world. Step by step he found nothing but carnage, once he had found what he thought was a survivor but was really just a limb being dragged by a wild rodent of some sort. Yet he dragged out trying to remove himself from the fighting for he was for neither side really but was drawn to this place by the large ripples in the force that the world cast off in all directions. Still though he continued to trek on towards the fighting and since he had landed so long ago with his own small crew all had been picked off by Mandalorians who fought against the Rebels and militia.

Now though as he walked alone in the rubbish of a crumbling city he felt uneasy. Ever time a Jedi's life had been taken here he had felt the effect which caused his heart to sink for that time and cause him great distress. Trudging down through the looming shadows though even after these lives were lost he couldn't forget that he was still one of them and that it may some day soon happen to him so even during this time his guard was up but yet no weapon was ever drawn. Sheathed on his back the two long Jedi Katanas stood out, erect and perfect like a beacon of olden days hope but still unused in this conflict but always at a ready.

Come to an intersection Shawn turned and continued on with slow humbled foot steps. Continuing on for a just few more long steps to head towards the blast and bright lights he sensed something near, something like he had not felt for many days now. Taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly as he walked he took note of the path forward, no obstructions for atleast 150 yards. Shutting his eyes he slowly looked down at his feet, the toes of the armored boots just barely passing the bottom of his black cloak. His armor beneath was not limited in its coverage of his vital points but yet was thin for quick movements and as he walked he listened, focusing out the distant barrages of destruction, the soft ting of his boots, and the gentle swish of the armor and cloak. Concentrating on the other near sounds was what would save his life for this time but barely.

Hearing the soft hiss and then the quick rushing of flowing area Shawn flipped back his head so that the loose hood over his head fell back. With just the bare glimpse of the assailant baring down onto him Shawn quickly reached out and as luck would have it he found his mark, a small metal lid from a trash bin he had taken notice too. Bending the force he moved his hand quickly in the direction of the attacker, the object flying towards it with great velocity to deflect the attack or throw the attacker of balance so that this battle may take place on the ground and with honor, not with disrespect.

[Rugs]

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I was here the whole time

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Round 1

Dutch
Effort: 2/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 2/5
Coolness: 1/5
Bonus: 0/2
Comments: Not a bad opening post. You know how I do things by now. First round scores always low, gotta keep somewhere to go

P.S. - Bonus points will be awarded for every 10 apostrophes used in mandospeak

P.P.S. - Just kidding

shawn
Effort: 2/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 2/5
Coolness: 1/5
Bonus: /2
Comments: Alrighty, same thing as I told Dutch up above there, though I'll offer you the benefit of explanation since this is your first rodeo. I intentionally keep first round scores low (unless something just knocks my socks off). I've found, through the years, that writers tend to bring their A-game as things intensify and grading gets a little unwieldy otherwise.

One thing I would note (and this would be more suited for RP mentoring but I figure constructive criticism is what it is wherever it is) is that you have a few run-ons here and there. I could generally follow the flow of your post fairly well, but there were spots where it could be a bit clunky. Just something to keep an eye on

Total:
Dutch - 10
shawn - 10


Alright, gents, the intro posts are out of the way. Let's get the fun stuff going >D

[Dutch]

Mandalore was surprised by the sudden projectile, a harsh curse in Mando’a given as it clanged loudly against her armor. Tumbling down the street, she heard the clatter of beskad’s as they were knocked from her hands by the force of the collision. Though unharmed thanks to her beskar’gam, she felt her cheeks grow hot with wounded pride. The Mandalorian swung her legs to gain momentum, using all four hands to spring nimbly to her feet with a backflip. From behind her tinted visor she glanced at her dual blades which lay at equal distance between her and the Jedi.

Thinking quickly, her top set of arms swung to the small of her back. Twin beskar wasp batons were loosened from their loops at her belt and unfurled with flicks of her wrists with an audible click! click! click!. With a leap forward Mandalore’s jump-pack would roar, sending the silver armored warlord hurtling forward at rapid speed as if to make a move for her blades. Instead she launched right past them, her other set of hands flicking to her belt at the very last second to loosen and arm a pair of thermal detonators. With surprising grace Mandalore landed just within his sword’s reach, an agile roll given as she slid right around his form to drop the detonators. They clacked lightly on the permacrete road before once again her jump-pack would spit fire to propel her away.

The timers were short, and even with the jets sending her flying away Mandalore could feel the sudden pressure from the thermal detonators. Protected mostly by armor and distance, the shockwave from the twin explosions were still enough to send her hurtling into and through a nearby building’s windows. Furniture was turned to splinters as the armored figured tumbled through, her gasps muted by the sealed helm. When she came to a stop, cushioned by a now wrecked office desk Mandalore could only groan inaudibly and try to shake off the disorientation. She couldn’t see or hear the Jedi for the moment, and hoped this was a sign of his disintegration. Though hope never won any battles.

With a shaky mewl of dizziness and aching, Mandalore slowly brought her arm up to key a command into the arm-mounted holoband. If the Jedi wasn’t dead from the detonators, he certainly would be in the next few minutes. That’s all she had to do, survive a few more minutes. With a still-muted growl the Mandalorian returned to her feet, though momentarily gripped at her knees with lower hands to help steady her still jumbled mind and nerves.

[shawn]

Rattled by the sudden confrontation Shawn was caught off guard by the Mandalorian but yet he had responded quickly enough to save himself. Turning in the direction of his attacker he was surprised once more by the reflexes of the attacker. With such speed and grace the Jedi was in a slight awed moment as he watched the Mandolorian regain its balance like nothing had happened and once more begin its attack on him with its jump pack.

Roaring towards him Shawn took up and defensive position but still without his blades, the twin Katanas encased inside his robe. Flicking his left leg forward and his right arm back he let the cloak slide down to reveal the hilt of the right blade, his right hand reaching to grasp ahold. Tightly locked onto it and without much effort Shawn unsheathed it ever so slightly. Watching as it seemed forever as the roaring grew towards him, Shawn took into the figure and its attacking style and at the last moment the battle took a turn in a much more serious manner.

With a turn, a soft sound on the earth beneath, and then a roar again the Mando was suspended in the air as the detonators made their last beeps. Noticing before they had hit the ground Shawn quickly knelt down as the first one hit the ground. As the second hit moment later Shawn pushed up into the air just behind the Mando but like her caught the blast. Feeling the warmth engulf him and then thrust him sideways he felt the sharp sting of glass before the roughness of object hitting him. Finding a corner of a wall Shawn grasped it to stop himself with a small pop pop sound as his left shoulder went in then out of its socket. Even with the pain of the torn muscles in one shoulder and the sting of the glass that had cut his unarmored areas, Shawn still grasped his katana in his right hand.

Regaining his sight slowly as it had been blurred form the explosiveness of the thermal detonators his blue eyes lashed out into the immediate area, the small apartment he had ended in completely wrecked from the concussion effect of the detonators. He could feel the presence of the other fighter still as he regained himself. Adrenaline was keeping him going right now as he regrouped and finding all his sense he began to trudge towards the window he had come from.

Slowly but surely he approached and as he stepped forth over the burning wreckage below he peered across the way and there, looming in to shadows and smoke, was his attacker. Shawn was not surprised that it was still alive but like him it had to have felt something from that blast. Standing up full Shawn reached back with his left hand, shaking and unsteady, gripped his other katana and drew it. The sound it made was a shink sound as if it were coming off of a sharpening stone and as it was drawn down looked almost golden in the flickering of the flames below. "I was trying to respond in kindness with the lid but now...now we play rough."

With the end of his enraged words Shawn left across the gap to the other building and then charged with incredible speed and agility as he drew down onto the Mando. Bearing down quickly and ruthlessly Shawn looked intently at the Mando before making his full on attack, his right foot finding the lower portion of a crumbling pillar and left into the air towards her, the twinkling of the dual katanas brilliant from the light of the flames behind him.

[Rugs]

Round 1 DOS

Dutch
Effort: 3/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 4/5
Coolness: 4/5
Bonus: 0/2
Comments: BOOMU

shawn
Effort: 3/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 4/5
Coolness: 2/5
Bonus: 0/2
Comments: So, not bad at all. One thing I would recommend is to be a bit more proactive. It can be tough, finding the right balance between sufficiently describing how your character reacts to something and the next actions they take, but I think you were a touch heavy on the reactive side this go 'round (at least in my opinion, obviously) But this section is for experimenting, so nothing at all wrong with that.

Total:
Dutch - 26
shawn - 24

Continue :3

[Dutch]

Sorry for the delay

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"I was trying to respond in kindness with the lid but now...now we play rough."

Mandalore watched as he flaunted his weapon, made his taunts and prepared to lung in for the attack. She stood still for the brief moment as he leaped, a knowing if blood-stained grin spread across her face. Shifting to stand defiantly, the Mandalorian would laugh with a hack. The sound was broken and filled with static, her helm’s vocabulator clearly damaged in the previous blast. In the distance Mandalore’s ears would pick up the haunting cry of a drexl. Her fanged smile would be hidden behind helm, certain in her victory now.

“If you had started that way jetii, you might have beat me.”

She taunted back, her pained voice laden heavily with the trademark mando’a accent. Her father had always taught her that the oldest tricks were the best tricks, and against an angered Jedi that only held truer. One hand snapped to her holoband, fingers diligent plugging in new parameters for the jump-pack. Simultaneously her other set of arms whipped to the same pouch as before, both hands revealing yet another pair of thermal detonators. Mandalore knew that when Jedi used their trat'ade to charge they rarely if ever could change their destination. Something she could use to advantage. Thumbs cranked the sliding timers on the detonators to their shortest setting, but made no motion to attack with them.

In almost slow motion she tracked his attack, as if she could see his path before the Jedi. He would descend, and she would engage the timers on her detonators. He would slash air as the woman dipped. Her fingers would toggle a dial as she lunged to the ground under the airborne Jedi. The detonators dropped, and Mandalore’s boosters ignited to send the her flying out of the building. Not seconds after clearing it the Mandalorian felt as if she were floating, a turn of her helm given just in time to see the explosion bloom. Shrapnel from the building exploded everywhere, some smashing into Mandalore’s helm and shattering the visor.

The shock wave that came after sent the woman head over heels into a parked speeder, the force creating a dent in the vehicle. Pain had ignited out from her top right arm, all feeling utterly dulled by it. An audible beep would herald her suit’s hardcomp releasing a fresh dose of stims and kolto, but even that barely dulled the screaming throb just above her top-right elbow. Groaning a single curse, Mandalore lifted her helm to peer around. The usual tinted view of her visor was now filled with stark clarity of the scene around. Nothing but ruin and disaster filled her vision yet no sign of her prey.From the slot where her eyes were once shielded, their piercing and otherworldly blue now scanned for the Jedi.

The cry of a drexl echoed through the ruined city once more, this time much clearer than before.