D'Vhex Vs Estril

[Darion]

D'Vhex sat atop the Mesas of Ryloth watching his Sith target through the scope of his slug thrower. His target appeared to be a small humanoid of some type. It's robes were concealing the form of whatever species it was. So far D'Vhex could not see the lightsaber but he did not doubt its presence. The Sith seemed to be quite a ways off, and hopefully wouldn't detect the shot until it was too late. Slugthrower rounds can't be bounced back at a target like regular blaster bolts. Exactly the reason D'Vhex utilizes them, specifically for targets like these. He began reviewing his plan. Maintain distance and then attempt a quick kill with the sniper rifle. If that fails and the Sith closes, resort to medium range weapons. Should lightsaber be draw, dodge and follow up with vibrodaggers. Sith fails to detect various strikes, end him. Quick, clean and simple. As D'Vhex removed his eye from the scope he noticed a brown smudge on the horizon. “A storm is coming, and a damn large one, if I don't take the shot now my visibility will be cut..” He muttered to himself. He realigned the scope with the target preparing to fire. D'Vhex then took a deep breath in and squeezed the trigger back in preparation for just the right moment. Three seconds later, the shot rang out and the slug was headed directly for the head of the odd Sith in the distance.

[Midrealm Sixtus]

Estril squinted, trying to see past the glare of the sun over the mesas. Even with his goggles, his eyes were still sensitive to the light, and he felt an oncoming headache. No time for that now, he thought. Still concentrating heavily on his surroundings, the Jawa drove steadily forward on his speederbike, keeping an eye and ear out for his target. He had been asked to eliminate a certain Mandalorian by his superiors within the Sith Order, and though he didn't consider himself a Sith activist, he never refused an order from the council. Scanning the barren land, Estril thought that he spotted something on top of a distant mesa: a glint of metal, movement...
Before he could think about what he was doing, Estril veered to the right, going into a dive and beginning to roll as he struggled to keep control. He righted his bike and directed his gaze at the source of the loud shot that had echoed off the sides of the mesas, now squinting in determination as well as to prevent being blinded. Looking back at his bike, the small Sith left it behind the nearest mesa. Before the attacker could fire on him again, the Jawa channeled the Force through him as he raced toward the mesa from which the shot had come. Running between the mesas, Estril weaved and veered off in random directions, hoping to deter a lock-on as he fast approached his distant target with Force Speed.

[Darion]

“Damn that Sith” D'Vhex muttered as the figure managed to dodge his shot and retaliate. Muttering various curses in Mando'a he lined up another shot, this time aiming for the chest of his target. If I can't stop his momentum he'll be on me soon. I'd like to avoid a close up fight. At this point D'Vhex’s thoughts were rapidly trying to formulate a battle plan before it was too late. According to the rate of the wind the sandstorm should be here in ten minutes, I'll need to hold out until then. D'Vhex readied his slugthrower, and made a slight difference in his round choice.

“If this fool won't lay down and die quietly, I'll make him die screaming”. Vex then reached behind him and began loading another bullet into his Slugthrower. This bullet was ringed with a red circle, hopefully its effects would be enough to end this skirmish quickly. Vex took aim at the wildly veering person, and took then inhaled. Holding his breath, his finger squeezed back the trigger once more. Just as the person was the correct distance away from the targeting dot, he fired.

[Midrealm Sixtus]

As he raced toward the mesa, Estril jumped and vaulted off the sides of the surrounding rock to propel himself toward what he presumed was the Mandalorian. Another shot flew towards the Jawa. Not taking any chances, Estril pulled out one of his lightsabers and tossed it at the round as he pushed off from the side of a mesa, triggering its activation with the Force as he concentrated on the weapon. As the round was hit by the tip of the lightsaber's blade, the Jawa pulled it back into his hand as he leapt away once more.
He was nearing his target. Now feeling anger because of the difficulty he was encountering as well as his now fully active headache, Estril forced all of his negative emotion into his limbs. With a loud boom, the Sith went hurtling forward as he propelled himself with both his jumps and Force Pushes. As he closed in on his target's location, Estril began to tire. Knowing he would have to save his technique for battle, he focused on not only his rage, but the other emotions he felt: alarm, annoyance, fear, confidence... He meditated as he leapt forward again, landing at the base of the mesa where his target was located.

[Darion]

"Damn, it's too late for sniper fire now". Knowing he only had seconds until the Sith was upon him, D'Vhex dropped his slugthrower and moved his hands over the handles of his dual blaster pistols. "Bic ni skana'din" muttered D'Vhex before shifting into a loose combat stance specialized for agility rather than tanking hits. The sandstorm was only about five minutes away now, soon things would get hectic. D'Vhex then activated his helmet preparing to activate tracking mode. "I will not let that aruetii win this fight. If he tries any of that magic or activates his glorified glow stick things will definitely get hectic". 


All of Vex's weapons were there and ready for battle, all he had to do was wait. Arguably the worst part of any battle. The waiting, asking yourself the what ifs. Vex was ready, but was the Sith? As soon as he landed on the Mesa, the Sith would receive a warm welcome. A Mandalorian welcome. 

[Midrealm Sixtus]

Knowing that his opponent would be wily (Mandalorians generally were), Estril opened a metal-plated pouch on his belt and pulled out a metal cylinder with a dial and switch on its sides. Adjusting the dial, Estril pulled and pushed down the switch, then reached under his protective clothing and stuck the canister to the metal chestplate he wore underneath. If I don't win, neither does he, the Jawa thought.
Concealing his presence as best he could, Estril began to scale the side of the mesa, climbing yards at a time as he leapt up by footholds. As he reached the top, he sighted his target. Preparing himself, Estril concentrated on his core emotions: his hatred for the Jedi's cold grasp of the galaxy, his self-loathing for letting his family die, his disgust with the scum of the galaxy as they mindlessly slaughtered each other with no purpose or cause in mind.
Remembering all this, Estril exhaled shakily as rage bubbled up inside him. He released it, feeling power surge through his small form and make him strong. Activating his twin yellow shoto sabers, the Jawa leapt up to face the Mandalorian. There would be no tricks, no gadgets. Just recompense, and his failsafe thermal detonator.

[Darion]

As the short Sith leapt at him yellow blades activated, D'Vhex switches on his HUD tracking and immediately locked on to his location. D'Vhex then whipped out his dual blasters, spun to the side and sent a hail of blaster bolts heading toward the Sith. After emptying the clip, he reloaded both pistols rolled forward and shot another barrage of blaster bolts toward the Sith from a different angle. To gain distance after his rapid attacks Vex then rolls backward and stands several feet away from the Sith. His helmet concealing his expression, the other thing that give away his feelings is a phrase muttered in Mando'a."Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod?" He then returns his blasters to his holsters waiting for the Sith to react.

[Midrealm Sixtus]

Estril saw the Mandalorian turn, pulling out a pair of blasters as he moved, and fire repeatedly at him. Engulfed in the power of the Force, the Jawa leapt backwards and forwards, moving extremely fast and occasionally deflecting a blaster bolt. Mid-barrage, the armored combatant suddenly stopped firing, rolled forward to avoid Esril's saber slashes, and reloaded. As the Mandalorian fired another hailstorm of blaster bolts at Estril, the Jawa twisted and repulsed the ground, sending him over the majority of them as he continued to dodge on his way up. At the peak of his jump, Estril pulled himself down against the ground as hard and quickly as he could, causing a small shockwave.
The Mandalorian rolled away and stood up, a decent distance away once more. He uttered a phrase that the Sith could not understand, save its derogatory tone, and holstered his weapons. Seeing that the Mandalorian was temporarily unarmed (or so it seemed), Estril put away his lightsabers and gathered his thoughts and emotions once more before letting out a blast of Force Lightning that engulfed the mesa. Chuckling in a satisfied manner, the Jawa hoped that the Mandalorian's armor was indeed electrically conductive. But then, I'm not often wrong with my appraisals, Estril thought to himself. If nothing else, I'll wreck some of his equipment.

[Darion]

As the force lightning raged towards D'Vhex he remembered his many lessons drilled into him by his mother on the nature of electrically based attacks. Knowing he had only seconds to react, his hand grabbed one of the many hidden vibrodaggers strapped to the inside of his armor plates and threw it towards the lightning. The dagger conducted and then redirected the lightning long enough for Vex to roll out of the way. He then slid his blasters out of their holsters and fired another barrage of bullets intending to end the Sith once and for all. However, while one gun was trained at the chest area of the Sith, the other blaster quickly jerked down intending to strike the Sith in the legs.

[Midrealm Sixtus]

As the Mandalorian tossed his dagger up to redirect the flow of electricity, Estril growled in frustration. "Ra'ti!" he muttered, then saw the Mandalorian pull out his weapons once more. Cutting off the flow of lightning, Estril leapt up to avoid the bolts and flung his lightsaber at the Mandalorian's blasters. As the hilt flew forward, Estril waited for the right moment... and Force-activated the saber. As soon as he saw the lightsaber's yellow blade, the Jawa let out another blast of lightning as he landed back on the mesa.

[Darion]

Knowing he had seconds to react to the impending threat of a lightsaber to the face, D'Vhex did the one thing he had never planned on doing. He darted for ward and first slid under the blade. His tracking device alerted him to the raised hands of the short Sith before him. In as Vex pulled out of his slide he used his hands to turn his momentum and dart to the side hopefully dodging what ever the Sith had planned. He then recovered his balance and darted for ward yet again. Sick of messing around he leapt upward just before he reached the Sith and intended to drop kick the Sith. Messing up glow stick throwing freaks is in my job description D'Vhex thought angrily just before landing on top of the Sith.

[Midrealm Sixtus]

As the lightsaber flew forward, Estril saw the Mandalorian drop and slide under the blade. Furious, the Sith was further enraged as his opponent pushed off to the side, avoiding the second blast of lightning. As the Mandalorian closed in on him, Estril thought. His mind racing furiously, an idea popped into his head. As the Mandalorian leapt upon him, the Jawa released his rage, sending out a blast of Force Stun in all directions. Knowing he had seconds, the Jawa activated both of his lightsabers, jabbing one out in front of him and Force Pulling the other back towards himself extremely fast from behind his adversary with the intent to impale the descending Mandalorian.

[Darion]

Knocked backwards D'Vhex's tracking devices screamed information at him. Objects closing in from behind at a fast rate. Vex then noticed that the Sith had one lightsaber currently, the other must be the lightsaber he threw at him. With seconds left to act, he twisted his small frame just enough to avoide the frontal blade. However the second blade skated across the back of his Durasteel armor, leaving a deep gash in its wake. As Vex landed and regained balance he began planning his next attack. "I will not lose to you Aruetii". "Nor will I go down easily". "I am the last scion of clan D'Resh". "As a Mandalorian, I challenge you to hand to hand combat, no blasters, no mystical glow stick tricks". "Blade to blade, warrior to warrior". "Do you accept this challenge Aruetii? Or are you that cowardly chakaaryc di'kutla duraanir ge'hutuun"!

[Midrealm Sixtus]

Thank you for participating. *Manly handshake*. It was awesome.