Cho Wroth vs. Mathathyper Chesheervyk

[Kella]

Cho Wroth vs. Mathathyper Chesheervyk

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Somehow, our two protagonists have found their way to the top of a billboard. One side is blank, prepared for a new ad, the other advertising Old Aunt Mary's Bunion Cream. Below each add is a narrow platform, wide enough to hold the men that pain the billboards, but still perilously narrow.

Mounted on a 18" diameter, 35' pole, the billboard is the solitary landmark. A fragmented asphalt road slithers indifferently by its feet, disappearing on either end into mile after mile of desert.

By some strange phantom of fate, the billboard remains impeccably maintained. There is no rust to be seen. Every twilight, like clockwork, the six bright lights on either side flick on or off, illuminating the splashes of color -- the only sign of life in this barren world.

Why the two strange beings have made their way to the top of this billboard is irrelevant... but what happens what they meet is of the upmost interest.

By the coin flip of destiny, Mathathyper goes first.

Three.

Two.

One.

GO.

[Twysper]

"Splash!" went the buckets-worth of red paint, its bloodied streaks dripping all across the billboard. Crude lines were quickly scrawled in the medium, and the word "HELP" became (barely) discernible.

"Clunk!" went the bucket as it was irritably kicked off of the platform, bouncing off a charred, still smoking, ship hull not fifteen feet away.

Mathathyper Chesheervyk, Navy Captain of the Stellar Mythics, stepped back to examine his impromptu canvas with a critical eye before settling on the platform, and gazing down at the scene of destruction his crash-landed ship had made. The Squib had numerous cuts and bruises from the event, but was for the most part intact.

Except for suddenly being just a little bit lonely.

The Mythics probably weren't coming to get him, especially with the way air controllers tended to hate the Squib. Oh no, they'd laugh at his plight, and insult his ship if they saw it had crashed. They were all so comfortable back on Aiaru, hiding behind radio waves and microphones. If he ever got back alive, the first thing he'd do was use serikinesis to wipe their comm systems, the second would be to use his lightsaber blades to wipe that smirk off their faces.

Miayan wasn't going to come save him from this either. He had abandoned all chance of that a number of years ago, when he had fled the Dark Jedi on Zeltros, stealing her ship in the process. Incidentally, the ship he had just crashed.

His tattered cloak bore a patterned mixture of red paint and blood itself, but Math was loathe to part with it completely, for it was his only protection against the evil outside world that had seen fit to take his ship away.

Also, he had managed to salvage his lightsabers and staff from the wreck; those counted as protection too.

Most of his beautiful, beautiful baby lay with her nose buried in the dusty parched earth, skewed to one side. The rest of the Scout ship was scattered along her final path, like abandoned flowers in a funeral procession. The comm-system was fried all to heck, and neither engine even looked to be worth the effort of trying to fix. Repairs would be impossible alone, without tools and spare parts.

Mathathy flicked his hood off suddenly in a fit of irritation before squirming free of the fabric entirely and throwing it down on the platform. Why does everything bad happen to me?! A sulky inky face; ears fringed with bright blue, muzzle tapered to a coal nose, and hunter yellow-green eyes, was exposed to the heat, and Math flashed pointed teeth out into the wasteland spitefully. The Squib forlornly sat on the edge of the platform, and allowed his feet to dangle in the air. This place hated him; he could feel it.

He hated it back.

A small desert wind drifted by the billboard platform, and a pint-sized dust devil was kicked up into life below, whirling between shorn off pieces of debris tauntingly before disappearing without a trace. No other movement was apparent in the landscape; it appeared to be dead.

More independent or restless beings might have left the site already, casting their hopes on making it to some form of civilization before dying of thirst, exhaustion, or what predators might roam the desert, but Mathathy had refused to budge from his perch on the billboard platform after the crash. Math had been sobered today, and his rage and cursing kept themselves pent up inside for the moment. The Squib vigilantly stood guard against those scavengers that would try to defile the remains of his ship.

They would be coming to try and pluck the Falcon-class down to her bones, and they would have no excuse when bloody retribution was unleashed.

How did Math know they would be coming?

Protective instincts.

The fact that something inside the starboard engine had exploded not too long ago, and sent the equivalent of thirty flares into the air helped too.

All he had to do was wait, ambush whoever showed up, steal their vehicle, and go try to contact help.

Phase one of this plan was put into action immediately...

[Foxfire]

Ten days,.... it was ten days since Shard had told Cho to meet him here at this particular location. Cho did not know for the reason for this request. Was it to take on a platoon of republic soldiers, to face of with a Jedi council member?

Cho thought deep and hard what would it have been. Then it hit him......... Cho had just gotten the latest Rp game and system, it did not hit the stores for another three weeks. Now Shard was playing it. With all his destructive might Cho blasted the heavens. A few minutes later Cho could hear a minor explosion then the unforgettable sound of a ship ripping the air to crash near-by. The blast of sound and energy knocked him from his perch upon the build board to fall and land head first into the sands that covered this God for sakened planet.

Cho came to a few minutes later to the clanging of a metal bucket. Cho did not know what was going on, so he shielded him self in a force cloak and shrunk his force presence to nothing. He had done this ever since Subterrel. Now here he was once again to face some thing he knew nothing of. Slowly lifting himself out of the sand, he scanned the landscape around him. All he could see was a crashed ship near-by and the now slightly leaning billboard that advertised 'Old Aunt Mary's Bunion Cream'. Cho just realized some thing that made his blood boil. The face of the being on the billboard was his own, and in the back ground Shard was waving hello.

With a roar Cho vented his anger at the billboard. As he did he also saw the now dangling legs of a small being. Rage and pain was the only thing on Cho's mind. He moved over and climbed the crashed ship to view the other side and it's occupant. Whether Jedi or mando Cho was going to give him a piece of his mind even if the being was not interested.

[Kella]

ROUND ONE

Mathathyper Cheseervyk

Effort: 5/5 -- I didn't necessitate giving a reason for him being there, but you gave one anyway, and a good one, so kudos. ^^

Fairness: 5/5 -- First post, so it's hard to go wrong here. Open-ended enough to leave Cho some room to work.

Detail: 5/5 -- Painted a good picture of the environment, and didn't leave me asking any questions.

Coolness: 3/5 -- Counting up specific instances here, rather than grading on a scale to five. Loved the paint bit, him hating the land back, the protective instincts, and him putting his plan into motion. X) Verreh nice.

Bonus: -- Gotta have something to look forward to, no?


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Cho Wroth

Effort: 4/5 -- I felt that there was a good foundation for a solid post, but most of it was under-developed.

Fairness: 4/5 -- I have to dock a point for not being specific about how Cho attacked Mathathy. Reason being, now Twysper has to go mull and think about a way to have Mathathy dodge, but he has to be vague about how Cho attacked, if he wants to avoid power-playing, which really isn't fair to him. Get where I'm going?

Detail: 2/5 -- I really hate giving low marks in any category, but I must say I was lost for most of your post. >.< First it seemed like he was on the billboard, but then he was far enough away to see it, but then he was jumping towards it, but somehow he got around to the blank side where Math was... I was all sorts of lost. Also, you mention the desert once, in passing, but not really how it feels to Cho, which I think might have been interesting to add.

Coolness: 1/5 -- I must say, the thing about the video game sort of amused me, but it also kind of confused me, as Shard really does not strike me as the video game sort. Also, it seemed like you wanted to have Cho seeing Shard in random places, like hallucinating, which would have been really cool except the way it was presented was very vague, and it was hard to get a good handle on what you were going for. v.v

Bonus: -- same as above. :3


THE TALLY

Math - 18

Cho - 11


It's still anyone's duel! FIGHT ON!

[Twysper]

Now it is worth noting that Math's vigilant gaze was focused on distance, rather than closer threats that might have eluded his first glancings. In this way, the Noghri escaped the Squib's attention until it climbed on top of his ship. Then Mathathy's yellow-green eyes glinted dangerously from the frame of black fur.

The Stellar Mythic shifted to stand on his feet, and pulled his trusty staff to his side in preparation for a fight.

Well that was fast.

Math took note of the reptile-like figure's position on top of the most intact portion of the Falcon-class' chassis, and quickly extended a thin tendril of the Mythos to wriggle its way through to the still-attached engine. Due to the small being's mechanical skill and intimate knowledge of his ship, the method to produce the result he now desired was simple. Only a few wires needed to be moved, nothing more, to cause another explosion in close proximity to this threat.

It would completely turn the rest of the Scout into a junk heap, but escaping this situation alive was more important then saving a ship that only might be salvageable.

Wasn't it?

Three more precious seconds dripped by like drops of sweat, and Math's hasty wiring neared completion. The last electrically live filament stretched out towards the point necessary to finish the live circuit…

And fell short. The wire flailed around the air with Math’s frustrated exertion, like a snake that had just been decapitated, bleeding sparks.

The Squib still exerted more pressure on the cable though, trying to force it to reach, until, with a sudden giving, it snapped forward to touch against the engine fuel cells.

“I win.” Math thought smugly; focus shifting back to himself, still on top of the billboard. It was then that he noted the lack of ugly intruder-turning-into-fireball-ness.

“Kriff it, that’s not koovy!” Math screeched, before swirling down the billboard frame to the dusty ground in a whorl of black fur. Troubleshooting was not something he had time for right now. In one inky hand, the Squib grasped his staff, and the other rested on the hilt of one of his lightsabers.

Now only around ten yards away from each other, Math pointed Latebra Ignem at his foe, before squeezing the handle. An automatic ignition system contained within lit the flammable liquid, and the conglomeration was propelled towards the Noghri with a great deal of force.

But Mathathyper wasn’t done just yet. On the heels of that first, sudden, fiery blast came another, and then the Stellar Mythic was darting to the side, bounding up towards Cho with the intention of braining him with the blade of his staff from the flank while the Sith was distracted by fire…

[Foxfire]

As Cho stared at the little being he could feel the intent not at him but nearby. Cho readied himself for what ever was to come then it hit him. He saw a flash of vision of the ship exploding. Cho was about to leap away when he noticed that the being's force wavered in disappointment. He knew the darkness of the force had just spared his life and he was not going to let the opprotunity to be missed. Flaming spray was then lanched toward him by the little rodant. If this little being wanted an explosion he was going to get one.

Cho opened himself up to the force letting it flood his being. He gathered himself to quickly make a force bubble and then unleashed his power upon the sand making it exploded into the air. Giving him cover to use his telekinetic power to rip the side of the ship open. This was made easy because of the lack of sand that had buried the ship was now in the air. Just before ripping the fuel cells open and exposing it to the open flame Cho felt the little beings movement and direction change. So Cho changed his plan to instead of running away from the flame he was going to jump past it in hopes to make for the billboard and possible cover of the other side.

Cho yanked the fuel cells and out came the first, but the others just sprayed fuel. With the fuel in the air Cho jumped to the loose fuel tank, spun, and turned to face the ship as he flew backward toward the billboard. Still with energy to spare Cho sent a shock wave to boost himself and keep the little fella from following.

[Kella]

ROUND TWO

Mathathy

Effort: 4/5 -- could have been a little more reaction to fox's post, but any lack was understandable.

Fairness: 5/5 -- lack of explode-y ness. :3

Detail: 4/5 -- I figured you meant the ship didn't explode at all, foxfire seems to have figured it just missed Cho, so leaving a bit of room for improvement.

Coolness: 2/5 -- for the amusingly failed wiring job, and the flamethrower. ^^

Bonus: -- dundundun...

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Cho

Effort: 4/5 -- same as before, lots of potential, but lacking a finishing touch.

Fairness: 3/5 -- You don't mention Mathathy's second attack, where he tries to get Cho with the blade, which really isn't fair to Twysper. Also, while Cho may be able to do all the things he did, he would have to exert himself at least a little bit, but you don't mention this at all.

Detail: 2/5 -- A lot happens in these three paragraphs, and while being concise is good, there were things that needed more detail that didn't get it. For example, why exactly is he freeing the fuel cells? I'm guessing it's to start an explosion, but you don't really give the reader much to work with. You also say he 'flew' backwards -- is he using the Force to fly or something? Or just walking really fast?

Coolness: 1/5 -- fuel spraying everywhere + flamethrower is always cool.

Bonus: --

Overall Comments: You have a lot of potential here -- if you put a little more effort into detail, and making your sentences flow, then your posts will greatly improve, and if you really kick it up a notch, you might have a chance of making up some of the gap. :3


THE TALLY

Math - 33

Cho - 21

GOGOGO!

[Twysper]

Mathathyper's eyes grew wide as the giant tsunami of a dust cloud suddenly enveloped him while he was still in mid-air, tapered muzzle open in preparation to shout a battle cry. He hit the ground hard, and the raised sandstorm enveloped his inky figure.

Of course the Noghri was a Mythos-user.

The Squib bent double and hacked up coarse grit before using what little talent he possessed in the ‘sense’ department to feel for impending danger.

Math found none apparent, but before he could manipulate the Force to clear the blinding cloud of particles around him, he was knocked back down by a second blast of the ethereal energy. Numerous curses and oaths were muttered immediately.

Incidentally though, as the wave ripped by his prone figure, it also pulled most of the dust from the air above him, revealing the fading autumn colors the setting sun had masterfully painted across the canvas of sky.

…And exposing Math’s (now) mortal enemy again; fleeing from his salvo of flames, no doubt. Said salvo, plus the fuel released from the ruins of the Falcon-class, had done a wonderful job of starting a small brush fire in the background, releasing acrid fumes into the air.

The Noghri was on the billboard now, and Math’s luminescent yellow-green eyes picked out the form of a fuel cell held under one of its arms before meeting his foe’s gaze.

The Squib took one slow step forward, and then exploded into a force-aided serpentine dash. The distance between the two combatants was closed quickly, though Cho still maintained the high ground.

Math had a plan for that though.

The Mythic simultaneously jumped up towards the Noghri and threw one of his curved lightsabers at the base of the billboard pole.

The crimson blade hummed wickedly in the air before disappearing back into the hilt just as it would have cut through the thick metal post. Then it started to boomerang back towards its owner, from the opposite side of the billboard.

As Math reached the peak of his jump, and felt that slow second where he seemed to be floating, his staff was brought to bear against the Noghri, and the Squib made a wide paint-stroke of his own in the air, spraying a wall of fire that would coat most of the walkway.

Were Cho incapacitated by the oily bursts of flame, the Mythic would more than likely land safely on the billboard’s catwalk, and then it was anyone’s guess as to what would happen next…

[Foxfire]

Cho watched with anticipation of how the fiery blast and the sand would work on the squib. The squib only seemed to Cho to be slowed having to choke on the sandy dust. Now with Cho firmly on the billboard he stared in amusement as the squib jumped up to Cho to land near him.

When the Jedi threw his saber to have it slash the billboard's main structure that is when Cho knew he had upset the little squib. A low rumbling of mad laughter came pouring from him. He was not afraid of the sign falling with him, for he found it to be a benefit to him. Staying were he was and waiting for the Jedi to land, Cho decided to stretched out in the force. What he found was a wall of danger. A fiery threat that would burn most had they not known how to create a simple force bubble. Instantly Cho put up a force bubble to block the attack. The oily flame splashed upon the bubble's outer field and swirled away harmlessly.

The danger notice was just to short for Cho in that he was not able to envelope himself fully.So when the wall of oily flame came at him he had to crouch to protect his feet. He was not able to save his cloak. The parts outside of the bubble caught a flame. Cho's anger rose fiercely for he did not have many things in his life and the cloak was the last item he had brought from his home planet. The smell of the fibers would send his mind back to the days he was training at the ancient Rakata temple. Cho extended his force bubble just a little, then he use it in combination with a force wave blasting the oily flame away and hopefully disorientating the Jedi. Thus the force wave's bubble pop made a very small area for them to stand and fight.

If this Jedi wanted a death then he was going to giving little being one. The Jedi had given him this unstable environment and he was not about to let it pass by. He needed it to move a little faster. Before he could reach out in the force he found it already moving by the force wave's bubble pop. Cho knelt to give himself a burst of Ataru speed enhanced spin with a Juro powered slash. If the squib was not fully ready for such an intense fight...... to bad. Cho was going to have blood to night.

[Kella]

ROUND THREE

Mathathy

Effort: 5/5 You countered Foxfire's post, made a well-paced rebuttal, and threw in some good finishing touches. Just what I like to see. :3

Fairness: 5/5 All your reactions were within bounds, and your attack was direct, but not un-avoidable or overly decisive.

Detail: 4/5 A good sprinkling of details and varied descriptions and language didn't leave me asking anything. :3 Except, that is, just what Mathathy meant to do with throwing his lightsaber, and while i suspect you might answer that later, especially with dual posts loose ends are not ideal.

Coolness: 3/5 -- For a couple well-placed metaphors. :3

Bonus: 1/2 -- For having the situational awareness and enough attention to detail to start a brush-fire. :3 And also for not chopping down my billboard. ^^


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Cho Wroth

Effort: 4/5 -- Still improving. :3 Not ideal yet, but still improving.

Fairness: 4/5 -- Much better than in previous posts -- Good job with putting limits on Cho's force bubble. However, he conjures it very easily, with little explanation of his methods.

Detail: 3/5 -- We're getting there, but there's still a long way to go. :3 For example, you could describe the way Cho made his force bubble. Also, there should have been more detail about the nature of his attack. You mention saber forms, but don't actually mention the saber, you just say 'slash'. What kind of slash? Low, high? The Squib is only 3' tall, how is Cho compensating for that in his attack? I imagine striking that how, when you're such a large creature, is very challenging. Also, try varying your description of different things. You use the adjective 'Oily' to describe the fire a few too many times. :3

Coolness: 2/5 -- For the bit about his robe, and the inkling of a really neat movement of the force with the release of the bubble and Cho's charge. Would really only give a half a point for the latter, since it wasn't fully-developed or given much detail, but I'm rounding up.



THE TALLY

Math - 51

Cho - 34

PROCEED.

[Twysper]

There are times when only weighing fifty pounds and being of minuscule stature is extremely useful. Crawling into small places, being carried around, and having others retrieve things on top of high shelves for oneself all come to mind immediately.

Being buffeted by a much stronger force-user's telekinetic wave while in mid-air was not one of those times. It was all Math could do to doggedly keep his focus on controlling the saber boomeranging towards him, the billboard, and most importantly, Cho.

Both of the Squib's feet narrowly touched down on the edge of the walkway.

Meaning that other things, like keeping his balance while teetering on the very edge of the billboard catwalk, or noticing that his Noghri opponent had ignited its own lightsaber, were kicked to the back burner of the Squib's consciousness.

He only needed two seconds more...

Mathathyper lost his balance a half-second before Cho slashed forwards, dropping over the edge with pinwheeling black arms. Even so, such was the Sith's speed that the Squib gained a long cut across his chest from the tip of the crimson lightsaber, singing through fur and cauterizing his flesh. It was not particularly deep, but it caused Math to reflexively hiss his pain through clenched needle-sharp teeth.

The Mythic's lightsaber still was shooting towards the back of the billboard. It was his trump card now.

Mathathyper, a falling dark speck of fluff, reached both hands out to better control the trajectory of his weapon.

He felt it it sufficiently near the Sith's defined presence in the Force and the Squib activated the blade again, before acrobatically twisting around to face the dusty ground.

A fall from around 35 feet would severely injure or kill the average person.

Luckily, Math was a Stellar Mythic, and one skilled in using the Mythos to far exceed his bodies' usual capability.

He would survive it; with a well-deserved nap afterward, of course.

And with any favor from Lady Luck, his lightsaber would have skewered his opponent through the billboard by now, and the Noghri would be none the wiser as to how its sudden demise came about.

Being the self-proclaimed smartest being in the universe was fulfilling...

[Foxfire]

Cho felt the slight hesitation of the blade as it sliced by the squib. Without seeing the hit he knew the little being was cut. It was not deep enough for Cho though, he wanted to see the color of the little ones insides. He did not know if a lily colored liver existed but he wanted to find out.

As he was about to move some thing in the force told him to wait. He heard only whispers of it not the strong sensations like he often had. What was it would it matter if he pursued his prey? So Cho just waited for a few minor seconds more, at least till the being was on the ground, then Cho would charge.

The sense of danger was always around him, but he never really listened to it for often than not it was a fellow Sith. This area he needed training on many times past when he was growing up. Ones had gotten the drop on him but not lately. He had not worried about such things. He should have for the sound of a light saber was cutting it's way through the billboard finally sinking hilt deep into Cho's left shoulder. The saber would have done much greater damage had it not been for the oil like substance the squib had sprayed upon the billboard, which had been snuffed out, as a catalyst for his fire weapon. For Cho had just adjusted his feet and started to slip to the right. Giving Cho that vital few inches from having his heart burned out of his chest.

A noghri roar rented the air. He spun around to see if he could unlogged it all the while the fiery blade made more of a mess with his shoulder. With the force Cho was finally able to shut off the blade letting the hilt fall free to the ground. As the blade fell so did Cho. The few precarious seconds ticked by as Cho thought of what he would do to the little pile of bantha poo-doo. All the thinking in the world did Cho no good at this time for Cho had slipped into a blood rage of the ages.

The noghri blood rages were some thing to behold that is if you were far enough from the battle. With in the blood rage the mind shuts down and instincts take over and the limits of ones mind and power are broken. A living breathing maelstrom if you will call it. The flood gates of Cho's Darkness began to open wide and pour into him in an unstoppable torrent of power, until Cho's being would be about to burst wide.

With enhanced speed and grace of a cat Cho spun to face the ground in the last four feet of free fall. The power exuding from Cho made his landing seem like a comet hitting the sand. The fine spray of sand was lifted into the air and swirled upon the force currents that Cho darkness had made on the way down. Slowly Cho rose from the sand having being buried up to mid-way of his shins by the sand sifting back into the crater that his landing had made.

Inhuman guttural noises came from Cho's mouth whether it was a form of noghri language none knew about, but the intent and meaning was there. Eyes a blaze not with the yellow glow of the force that was often seen but the glow of red and filled with blood rage. Rage so intense that the sand was being moved by force gust-nados. They came with every heart beat of Cho's body. The scene was like some broad daylight horror flick. The unquenchable power of the dark side and the very appearance of a battle worn noghri with his left arm hanging loosely at the shoulder. It swung back and forth with each step of Cho's forward progression.

Slowly Cho moved forward to the downed squib. The care and the worries of just a few hours ago were no longer in his mind, in fact nothing was there other than the brutal and gory death of the very smart but unfortunate squib. Cho's blood rage instincts were ready for any manner of attack to Cho's person or the environment around him. To a predator who was running on instincts nothing would be missed no matter how small. All that mattered was the unhindered movements and the kill stroke.

[Kella]

ROUND FOUR

Mathathy

Effort: 5/5 -- Keeping with previous posts. :3

Fairness: 5/5 -- You let Math get hit, tossed him off a billboard, but made the landing believable. Yay. ^^

Detail: 4/5 -- Goodgood.

Coolness: 2/5 -- Squib the acrobat and naps. D<<<

Bonus: 0/2


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Cho Wroth

Effort: 5/5 -- I can see you put some thought into this one. You responded to all of Mathathy's actions and advanced the plot.

Fairness: 4/5 -- Keeping up with par, especially Cho getting a heavy hit. However, you don't mention the trauma he'd undergo after a 30 foot fall. It'd be enough to break human wrists and ankles, so some specific mention of how a 200gajillamorf pound ape-man -didn't- wrack up a -ton- of momentum would have been good. xD

Detail: 3/5 -- 'bout the same as your last post. :3 The blood rage description is good, but you focus more on the rage than the setting or the actions. Try to find words that both give an action, and a feeling. Like 'snarled' or 'gutteral' or 'savagely'. If you use these sorts of adjectives, but put them to actions, you get the same sort of feeling of the bloodlust, without losing sensory details, which your reader is looking for. :3

Coolness: 1/5 -- RAWR BLOOD RAGE. D< Evenifthat'salikklecliche.



THE TALLY

Math - 67

Cho - 47

PROCEED.

[Twysper]

A whispering puff of sand marked Mathathy's point of impact on the landscape, a small conceited black spot among horizons of apathetic beige. Colossal, jagged waves of pain ripped through the Force, and the Squib basked in his assumed success. No sooner had the Mythic settled comfortably in the dust for his nap, then the earth around him shook like it had been hit by a meteorite, kicking up another sandstorm into the heated noon air.

Math darted back to his feet quickly, clutching at his remaining lightsaber like a lifeline. Narrowed yellow-green eyes watched Cho's dark figure rise out of the sand, while bright blue ears folded back as the much bigger creature started it's harsh, grating speech. The tiny Stellar Mythic swallowed hard, readjusting his grip on the shoto lightsaber, before striking an intimidating pose. He started yelling to be heard among the possessed dark winds created by his powerful opponent. He felt the darkside tightly pressing in, but reveled in it rather than growing afraid, as only one who loves its lurid allure can.

"I, Mathathyper Chesheervyk, Imperialist Lord-Admiral of the Almighty Stellar Mythic Navy, command you with all sincerity to cease existence or be destroyed by my ultra-emergency Squib powers!"

Math ignited his crimson hued lightsaber with a dramatic, attention-grabbing flourish, using his other hand to manipulate the Force. More sand kicked up, aimed at the Noghri's face, and then the Mythic fired a solid bolt of force-lightning chasing after it. He felt the drain of using so much power, and decided he needed to attack while his opponent was still hopefully off-balance from being impaled by a lightsaber in the not-too-distant past.

It was time to go all-in, throw every chip into the pot-- kriff it, he was going to go out in a fiery inferno of blazing glory or not at all!

Math charged at Cho, screaming a fearsome battle-cry, lightsaber in hand. If his opponent did nothing, the Noghri would find itself suddenly lacking legs.

The Squib had faith that the red-eyed, ugly monster would be paralyzed with utter fear of him, and believed that this was the most likely outcome.

[Foxfire]

With in the blood rage Cho could feel the world around him as if it was just a dream, a dream of slow movement and muffled sounds. Cho moved out of the sand depression of his landing and slowly stalked forward toward the little being of force light. Wroth's darkness grew with each sickly step. The landing had done more than kick up sand it had crushed the material between his knees. So with each step a gory squishy sound could be heard if one was looking for it.

Cho could not feel the excruciating pain as it pulsed up his legs with each step. The darkness was blocking it and to a greater degree it was holding Cho together. Raw darkness of unimagined levels were climbing with in Cho. His blood rage was growing more stronger as he approached the Squib in that his rage started to mix with his force abilities. He had raised a weak force bubble at first. But the actions of the little being was a catalyst to it growing stronger. Through the force bubble the sand hit Cho's face and dug into his eyes. As for the force lighting the bubble strengthened and a small portion came through. Hitting Cho's damaged arm and shoulder it crawled up to his face burning a scar across his left side of his face. Neither action slowed Wroth for in his blood rage he was really seeing in the force not with his eyes. All the action did was trigger Cho's anger to raise to a higher level.

Wroth's mind unleashed it's tendrils of dark force. They writhed and groped looking for any thing solid to latch onto. They found small rocks the size of the Squib's head and metal shards from both the fallen sign and the debris of the downed ship. As each tendril found a solid object it pulled it from the sand. The objects slowly at first was dragged behind Cho but gradually they started to rotate around Cho. The junk for a lack of a better word increased with each step. As with each step the reach of the tendrils and the debris field grew to a massive 80 foot diameter which soon enveloped the small squib.

Cho could feel the squib's power as it got closer to him. So bright and shiny it was as a single star with in the vast darkness of space. Wroth though was not the space around it but it was the black hole that was it's brother star that had collapsed and now was drawing it in to bring it to nothingness. Cho's body twitched as it neared the breaking point between being and joining the force. He had been there a few time before, so near to death and so close to the true power that the Rakata had used. His body could hold on to it no more.

One second all the sound with in the reach of the telepathic tendrils was silenced and the world seemed to shrink. The next second a force blast followed by force lighting the size of a small beings arm erupted from Cho's body and his now up raised arms. Each bolt hit debris and the sand making both explode. A Maelstrom, a force skill that was truly awesome to look upon that is if your not standing with in range of it. Metal super heated and exploded as shrapnel. The very sand that the squib was running on melted into glass. The initial shock wave blasted sand and debris 50 yards in radius.

Cho's mind wanted to slow the force use but his body could not. Like some unearthly electric water fountain on Coruscant, force lighting poured from Cho Wroth slanging every thing around it super heating the sand to glass. Cho's mind separated it's self from the battle and began to remember his home. He could feel the soft breeze of fresh air after a spring rain. Then he could feel the gentle swaying grasses around his feet. But in truth in the real world, Cho's body was being to over heat by the super heated air and the flesh of his legs and feet began to burn and peel away. How long would Cho's body continue only the force knew.

[Kella]

ROUND FIVE

Mathathy

Effort: 5/5 -- Nice and Tidy. :3 Responds well, advances the action, etc.

Fairness: 5/5 -- Certainly nothing out of place.

Detail: 4/5 -- Knew just what Math was thinking, and his actions were well kept-track-of.

Coolness: 3/5 -- For Dialogue, fiery inferno of blazing glory, and the final ultimatum. :3

Bonus: 1/2 -- Math's personality really shines through here.


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Cho Wroth

Effort: 5/5 -- I can see you both put thought into it, and are having fun.

Fairness: 3/5 -- The sheer power he was able to tap into with the blood rage was a little much, but since it was making him fall apart -- literally -- I only took off one point for that. Unfortunately, I had to take off another because you never had Cho dodge Math's saber attack. So, in all fairness, Cho is now missing legs.

Detail: 3/5 -- The floaty rocks and lightning were described well enough, but it seemed a little disjointed, and there were a few sentences that didn't quite make sense. Also, Math seemed a little lost in all this, especially since he directly charged Cho at the end of the last post.

Coolness: 2/5 -- Floaty rocks and lightning and burny-peely flesh are always cool. :3 Well, sort of.



THE TALLY

Math - 85

Cho - 60

GOGOGO.

[Twysper]

Mathathy felt the massive power gather in the air like a storm, tangibly snapping around and making his dark fur stand on end. The charge slowed as Math deactivated his lightsaber in order to protectively wrap furred arms around his face. He stumbled forward another step as the sound of a large whirling mass started to increase before him.

"DIE ALREADY." Math screamed, realizing as his voice echoed how quiet it had truly become. And then, in a heartbeat, he felt the slight tremor in the air, the release of power. He threw up a paper-thin force barrier before the shockwave of the maelstrom directly smashed into him with a "whump!"

The Squib was thrown back like a missile, his small weight allowing him to be carried along in the wave of energy like a piece of driftwood. Suddenly, sharp pains darted through him as his body was pierced and grazed by daggers of shrapnel, opening old scars and burning through fur.

His body hit the sand a full twenty yards away, face-down in a little furrow he had made with the impact, torn and bleeding.

But Math was not entirely finished yet. Slowly, carefully, he rolled over and sat up to face his adversary again. He felt jolting arcs of pain course through him from lodged pieces of shrapnel, and something was torn in his left arm and it wouldn't respond, but the little figure rose again from the sand. Slowly, his right arm came up towards a blurred Cho again, red blood dripping from the dark fur.

Math drew on the last reserves of power he had within him, and lightning crackled between his finger tips before arcing out towards the figure of Cho.