Graffion versus Tussen

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Arena:


THE CITY, CLICK THE CAPS

This is mostly a desert wasteland, of where, who knows. Why are we here? That's for our competitors to decide upon. They could be trying to take a summer vacation at the old ruins that are found oddly out in the middle of no where.

It's nearing night, and the temperatures are dropping mercifully. However, the elements of nature seem to be finicky. Upon the horizon of the sinking sun there seems to be a haze. A dust storm perhaps?



Graffion Maruhuey VS. Tussen Koth
Duration: Seven rounds
Fringe Assassin against Fringe... of multiple professions
Challenged begins

[Cavalry King]

The heat. It was terrible, Tessun could see the waves of heat as they distorted the landscape before him in a strange blur. The sand was another problem, for despite his protective goggles and environmental suit, it still got everywhere. With each movement he could feel tiny razors wearing down his flesh in nearly every nook or cranny in his body. When wind would kick up even more sand, he would become almost blinded, but he could always switch to a different optical setting. Thermal was out of the question of course, he likely would have burned his retinas on thermal setting for how much heat was being reflected off the sand right onto his body. The only comfort he had was the environmental underlay of his cape and suit - plus years of training for exactly this. He had been in nearly every environment, and lived. This would be no different. He was the master, not the weather. It was only a minor hindrance. It did make tracking his quarry rather... difficult. The last known location of the target was in this desert. Tessun had examined maps and determined several likely locations for one to hide in and was seeking them out.

On the fringes of the desert he purchased a desert speeder, a fast vehicle with a protective screen in the front to keep the rider from being killed by incoming sand. Tessun revved it into high gear. He could feel the machine come to life underneath him as its engines fired up and in an instant... Boom! he was off. It was exhilarating, the vast expanses of the desert seemed to pass in a flash. Tessun gave a wicked smile as he focused on the desert before him. "Good Hunting...", he said devilishly under his breath.

The hunt had begun, and once on it, Tessun could not be stopped. He was a methodical hunter who enjoyed the hunt for it own sake, not just the seizable credits he was to get at the end of this little excursion. Tessun new little about his quarry, which angered him, but it would not stop him. He was ready for anything. At the ancient ruins of the desert, probably of some civilization long gone he found in the desert, largely covered by sand and slightly buried underground, he began his hunting tactic. He instinctively dissipated the heat from around him, making him invisible to most life sensors. He held his Galactic Solutions disruptor rifle before him. He was a kath hound on the prowl. Slowly and silently he made his way through the perimeter, light as a feather, but focused as a rock. He felt his prey within these dilapidated ruins, and with a single shot of this highly illegal disruptor rifle, the quarry would disintegrate and it would be over. Tessun just had to get close enough to do it.

[Deceit *Drinker of Jawa-Juice*]

Traveling a desert with very little protective gear, as a sandstorm fast approached, was not a good idea. Graffion sat cross legged in a small room within the stone ruins. No sand got into here. It had taken him an hour just to find this suitable room in the ruins, for it wasn't easily spotted. The ruins were large and rather open, and this was just a slight hole in the wall with a room no larger than a spacey closet on a Republic cruiser.

The stone structure rising around him was was well made, and he trusted that it would survive one more sandstorm. He figured he was relatively safe, but dare not sleep until the sandstorm was here and started; after all, who would hunt in the middle of a sandstorm? Then again, the price on his head was high.

Standing up, he gathered the things that lay in the bare room. Wiping the dust and sand off the weapons, which had clung to it from the floor, he started outside of the room to check the weather. Raising his hand to block any of the choking sand, he looked across the vast ruins and to the gathering storm. The great monster of sand loomed far away, but he knew it would be only an hour before the greatest hunter of the desert arrived. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck perked up. A certain sense of danger that a warrior gathers after years of being in constant danger. It was a quick chill, and a feeling of sickness that could be passed off as anxiety.

Still, it was no evidence that there was anybody around. He quickly checked his inventory. Aside from his normal attire, he had his two blasters, fairly standard, a fusion cutter, and a his bag, which had a bedroll and other traveling requirements. His plan had been to lay low for a couple of months until his name dropped under the radar, then seek out he who had placed the bounty, and get it removed.

Quickly, Graffion moved into the room, pulling out the bedroll and placing it down, creating a human sized lump underneath the bedroll. After the trap was set, he slowly walked away, leaving the room and out into the open air of the ruin courtyard. Slowly, sticking to the shade and shadow of the wall, he used the darkness of the low sun to his advantage, slowly moving off to a small cluster of fallen stones to take cover and watch the entrance to the room at, pulling his cloak over his body and getting his blaster pistols ready.

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Round 1

Calvary:
Effort: 5/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 5/5
Coolness: 5/5
Bonus: 0/2


Deciet:
Effort: 5/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 5/5
Coolness: 5/5
Bonus: 1/2
Comment: cute trap. =P

Total:

Calvary - 20
Deceit- 21