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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 12:52:07 GMT
Built over the ruins of an old Industrial Complex, before Low Lights became what it is famous for today; the Pit compromises of a large rectangular field of clay and sand, measuring around 106mx97m, with three watching stand, large enough to accomodate an audience of around twenty thousand watchers. There are tiny doors under that stands that lead to the humanoid fighter's preparation rooms, there they receive food, drink and, if you have a reputation around, whatever else you may need. The forth face, is a massive grey iron slab with a 10 meter porticulus, behind it is where the magic is done...
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Post by Konrad Kassal on Dec 27, 2015 18:11:03 GMT
A pale figure sat in the dim light beneath The Pit, the roar of the crowd above just a dull hum here, though he could feel the energy vibrate through the walls. Their need to see blood spilled, men debased and butchered, mirrored his own. Though few would see anything but chaos and anarchy in a place such as this, he saw harmony; everything living soul within its walls wholly engaged with the ritual consecration of sand with blood.
He was no slave now, his shackles broken by the strength of his own hand rather than the lightsaber of one of the prancing hypocrites up above. They did not care what happened down here in the dark...perhaps they were not powerful enough to see any longer. He was a slave to no man now, but that did not make him free. Bitter rage was his new master, seething fury his sweet release. Though he had made a handful of credits in his recent bouts, they were not what drove him.
Konrad picked up his vibrosword, feeling the familiar hum which mirrored the vibrations of the walls and floor as he approached the portcullis, building to a frenzy. He waited for the gate to open and his match to begin. It would not be enough...it was never enough.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 18:50:05 GMT
Ladies and gentlemen of Level 1313...
The speakers boomed over the chanting crowds of the Pit; the voice was easily recognized as Char Konudo's, the owner of the pit.
This is the main event of the night! You have seen Grognak, the Brute decapitate the Green Slayer with his bare hands; You have seen prisoner's eaten alive by a feral nexus... But you have seen nothing like what it's about to come!
Ooooooon the left corner: Our champion, Lord of the Arena, more machine than man, the Iron Giant of Skako... Ghantor Tesku!
The porticulus lowered and a bulking beast standing over 8 feet tall, and almost as much wide. Of his four limbs, three, his right arm and the two legs, had been surgically removed and replaced by X-Wing salvaged alusteel prothestics; he carried the biggest vibroaxe Konrad had ever seen in his life. His face, as most people of his species, covered by a pressurizing mask.
Across the field: Tonight's contender, fighting for the belt and Title; Master of Pain, Lord of Sorrow... The Dragon of Coruscant!
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Post by Konrad Kassal on Dec 27, 2015 19:15:16 GMT
The Dragon of Curuscant, he thought to himself, with a sneer. He had not chosen the name, but it had stuck nonetheless. The weak always had a need to name their monsters, as if giving a sense of pageantry to the brutality somehow made it more palatable. They cited entertainment as the justification for how the "civilized" could enjoy the barbaric. He did not need to justify himself, to aspire for something more: riches, women, or fame. He did not need the crowd to chant his name. The justification, authority, and prize were here in these sands.
He inspected his opponent before glaring up at the announcer's box, where he knew Char was watching, mouthing two words.
"Just one?"
He focused his utter disdain: for his opponent, for the crowd, for the planet, perhaps for himself. He charged and leaped then, impossibly fast impossibly far, his vibrosword raised.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 19:25:30 GMT
Char just winked back at him, with a sly grin on his lips. Iiiiiiit's Tiiiiiime!Ghator let out a deafening mechanical sound and charged against Konrad; because of the hydraulic system on his legs propelling him forward, each of his strides covered more than 10 feet. The skakoan moved like a beast, eating the distance between them like morning cereal, he held his blade over his head, ready to bring it down whenever Konrad came into range. |
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Post by Konrad Kassal on Dec 27, 2015 19:31:16 GMT
He feinted left, then dashed right, moving the virosword in an arc in an attempt to cut the hydraulic lines in the suit or the tubes connecting the respirator to the life support system, letting his hate fuel his speed and strength.
Strength: 5
Dexterity: 4
Constitution: 3
Intellect: 3
The Force
Body: 2
Mind: 1
Energy: 1
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 19:54:49 GMT
Konrad Kassal DEX: 21
Something inside the Dragon screamed wildly to be left out, his body answered quick dash to the right, leaving Ghator's blade biting the dust. It was something, but nothing impressive; Kassal knew he could do more.
Konrad Kassal STR: 15
Again his skills disappointed him, the vibroblade clinked against the alusteel but was only enough to leave a small dent on the hydraulic duct of his left leg.
The Skakoan soon turned to attack one more time, his axe now flying low, parallel to the ground, going for Konrad's legs.
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Post by Konrad Kassal on Dec 27, 2015 20:02:31 GMT
He attempted to leap the axe while slashing at the respirator tubes, unleashing what was chained within, letting it flow through his veins.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 20:14:40 GMT
Konrad Kassal DEX: 15
This time Kassal, for a microsecond, Kassal was not fast enough; the tip of the vibroaxe bit into the back of his leg, it didn't stop him but it was enough to show that even a Dragon could bleed. (And lose a bran new pair of pants).
Konrad Kassal STR: 16
The respirators proved to be as hard to cut as the hydraulic tubes; someone with breathing problems did not become the Lord of the Arena with bad equipment.
With the distance between them reduced because of his hit; Ghantor now went for a more hand to hand approach, grasping for Konrad's arm with his mechanical hand.
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Post by Konrad Kassal on Dec 27, 2015 20:46:59 GMT
As Ghantor gripped his arm, Konrad did not flinch, instead gripping the offending arm as well with a chilling smile despite the blood trickling down his leg. He focused all his rage outward, to his fingers, hoping that if he could not cut his opponent's suit it could at least be short circuited.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 21:09:48 GMT
Konrad Kassal Energy: 10
First there was smoke, then a big blast as the two bodies of the contenders flew in opposite directions; the crowd gasped. Konrad might have lost his conscience for a couple moment for the only thing he could remember was the feeling of the back of his neck hitting the ground; he felt nauseous, this surely had consumed a lot of him, the beast inside him seemed to somehow have settled a bit. His vibroblade had flown away from his hand, resting on the ground near the body of a deceased fighter from earlier events, some 65 feet away from him.
Across from him, the giant fought to get back on his feet, his mechanical arm blown to pieces. He roared his strange mechanical sound once again, but now, his legs seemed to have been damaged, for instead of a mighty charge the Skakoan stumbled around like a child.
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Post by Konrad Kassal on Dec 27, 2015 22:02:22 GMT
Konrad got back to his feet, shaking off the stupor as he looked around for his blade, keeping his opponent in his peripherals. When he located it, he made a beeline for it.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 27, 2015 23:58:01 GMT
Konrad Kassal DEX: 23
Konrad bolts like a lightning, grabbing his sword long before Ghantor even gets close to him. The nausea is still debilitating him, and he is beginning to tire... But the giant is easy prey now, it's just a matter of going for the attack.
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Post by Konrad Kassal on Dec 28, 2015 0:27:45 GMT
He goes on the offensive, slashing the vibroblade in a vicious arc, the familiar hum oddly comforting despite the exhaustion.
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Post by The Dark Side on Dec 28, 2015 0:46:37 GMT
Konrad Kassal STR: 24
Konrad Kassal DEX: 22
With his enemy at this state it's easy to dance around his attacks; putting everything he has left, Konrad's arc manages to slash the pressurizing tubes of his mask. The scene, and sound that followed would stay in the mind of every and each of the attendants that night. A loud crack broke the cheering screams of the public, they stared in awe as the Skokoan's head and chest imploded under the heavy atmosphere of Underground Coruscant. His bulging, veiny, eyes stared painfully at the Dragon as life departed Ganthor's body.
Ladies and Gentlemen...
Again Konudo's voice borke the silence.
And the winner, by submission, and new champion of the Arena iiiiis.... The Dragon of Coruscant!
The crowd once again exploded; chanting Dragon, Dragon over and over.
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