Bishop Johnson [v] Torran Do

[Dire Wolf]

Ancient secrets lie in this archaic building that has been devoid of life since before even the most venerable of sentients can remember. Yet there are hints of an ancient and terrible relic of immense power hidden somewhere in these ruins, the winner of this bout will most certainly be enlightened with its majesty by day's end.

Bishop Johnson [v] Torran Do
Duration: 4 rounds
Grey Jedi vs Dark Jedi
Challenger goes first.

[☢Axl☢]

Bishop flicked on his turquoise lightsaber, illuminating the room in a pale, eerie light. He stripped himself of the black cloak he had been wearing revealing his face to his opponent. His expression, absolutely nothing; perhaps if he could appear as simply a drone like figure with a lightsaber, he could strike fear into the heart of his oponents.

He brought his left hand up to meet his right, the one wielding the Saber so that it was a mere 3 inches from his face, he took a deep breath and charged at his opponent. Holding the saber high above his head, he lunged forward in an aggressive attack towards his enemies' rib cage.

[kt]

How Torran had found himself in this dank, depressing place was simple to answer really. There were artifacts from times long past here and it was he who was going to find them. The young Kel Dor was not stupid in thinking he would be the only one to be enticed by the treasures and held his lightsaber out in his right hand, yet to be lit but his thumb on the button.

After descending a few flights of old run down stairs and turning a few corners, Torran sensed another here, one that was strong in the force. With a flick of the wrist and a press of a button, Torran's lightsaber ignited, the beautifully subtle emerald green was magnificent to behold, something of such regal grace and elegance was usually reserved for those of more experiance than he.

With a turn of the head, Torran laid his eyes on the familiar blue of a lightsaber, torquise actually now that it got closer, with a quick raising of his own blade, he felt the small shake as the two blades met and hissed against one another. With little difficulty, the kel dor pushed upwards, unlocking blades and came back around in a spinning horizontal slash to the waist line. His opponent was considerably slower than he, but that was not enough to foolishly underestimate him, for doing so could lead to a stupidly unforseen demise.

[Dire Wolf]

Round 1

•Shamis McFinnigan•
Effort: 2/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 1/5
Coolness: 2/5
Bonus: 0/2
Comments: Don't just start the post with an attack, describe the environment, your character's feelings, and thoughts. Its not necessarily just actions that I want to see.

kt
Effort: 3/5
Fairness: 3/5
Detail: 3/5
Coolness: 3/5
Bonus: 0/2
Comments: Even if his stats say otherwise, do not say that he is slower than you. I like the beginning of the post, but it can definitely be expanded.

Detail. Detail. Detail.

Total:

Shamis: 12
kt: 12

[☢Axl☢]

Bishop glanced to the left as the Kel Dor Darted back and forth, using Bishop's lack of swiftness to his advantage; finally bishop swung his blade into the blur of motion that stood before him but it was quickly parried by the Dark Jedi.

He used the sudden stop in rapid-movement to his advantage, as he drew his other blade, a bright green one and quickly initiated many rapid, over head strikes; but again all were blocked by the Kel Dor.

After battleing their way down the long, dark hallway, Bishop used his strength to his advantage after he blocked an attack an his spine by bringing his sabers over his head and down his back, by forcingboth his sabers down upon the fool in a deadly lock. Sparks flew and the blades hiss and cackled until finally, Bishop had an idea...

He let the Kel dor push back, lowering his defences and then deactivated both his blades for just a split second, causing the Dark Jedi to lose his balance and stumble forward. He extended his hand towards the spine of the man, attempting to crush his nervous system, but to no avail. He decided that it was time to end itand lifted him a few feet into the air and hurled him through the nearest wall and into the next room.