Sashar glanced around the newly created Arcona Arena, a swell of pride threatening to spill out into a smile over his features before he regained composure and turned to the two combatants, both standing before him, the tension veritably bubbling forth from them in the force.
“Zandro, you have brought a lightsaber, a WESTAR 34 Blaster Pistol and have two sonic grenades. Jaecyn, you have brought your Lightsaber. Remember, no fatalities. Go!” The Consul ordered, stepping back, giving the two Arconans room to move, and to fight.
Zandro let his Consul's words wash over him, barely hearing them as he glared at the opponent that stood before him. He had studied Jaecyn extensively before the fight had begun, aiming to uncover any weaknesses that he may be able to exploit in the Arena itself and he had not been disappointed. The extensive Arcona archives pointed towards a particular phobia that seemed to plague the Qel-Droman; arachnophobia. As Sashar stepped backwards to allow the fight to progress, Zandro plucked his blaster from the holster on his thigh and opened fire on Jaecyn. The weapon spat out crimson bolts that flew towards his opponent as the other Dark Jedi plucked his lightsaber from his belt and ignited the weapon. The silver shaft of energy sprang from the emitter and the Knight began to attempt to parry away all of the blasts that were coming his way. However, Shii-Cho as a form had never been particularly effective in terms of defending against blasters and this instance was no exception. Several bolts passed the Obelisk's guard with two of them slamming into his left arm, spinning him backwards and filling the air with the smell of scorched flesh. Jaecyn's surprised yelp split through the noise of the crowd and Zandro grinned to himself, constantly firing as he strode forwards towards his injured opponent.
"Is this match everything that you dreamed it would be?"
An invisible strike to the torso greeted Zandro's question as Jaecyn looked at the Battlemaster with an expression that conveyed nothing more or less than complete loathing [STK]. However, the blow barely slowed the Sith's forward momentum as his ignored the pain that emanated from the wound and stretched out towards his opponent with the Force [CTP]. Envisioning the floor covered in spiders that were marching towards his opponent from every direction, Zandro forced the image into his opponent's mind with the Force, overpowering the other Dark Jedi's meager defences [ILL]. The effect was instantaneous as Jaecyn yelped in surprise and ran away from what seemed to the crowd to be nothing but thin air. The Force illusion stayed in place just long enough for Zandro to rush up to his distracted opponent, focus the Force into the muscles of his right arm and lash that arm out in a vicious right hook [EHA]. The blow caught Jaecyn just beneath his right ear and sent him cartwheeling away, reeling from the blow as the illusion Zandro had cast finally disappeared. Flexing his fingers experimentally, Zandro cricked his neck to either side and strode forward, annoyed at the lack of any real challenge that had been shown by the Qel-Droman so far.
Zandro: 12 points