The Games (IG-RO) - Jeric, Taigakori, John Whitwalker
“The stadium was packed full, brimming with eager, blood-thirsty fans. Antei’s newly refurbished Coliseum bristled with raw emotion. The Independence Games were underway and the audience wanted to see carnage. They wanted to see death. Most of all, they wanted to see victory.
Three combatants entered the arena from the ground-level entrances from different directions. Before them lay the great expanse of the sandy field of battle; already littered with stains of the defeated and departed. Broken weapons, and various traps and obstacles dotted the terrain. The three took their first steps into the Arena; the crash of heavy gates overtook them as their means of escaped vanished. Clad only in minimal leather armor, they would find ancient weapons scattered about the field. Three entered. Only one would leave.
Standing from his ornate throne in the special suite reserved for the Dark Lord alone, the Lion of Tarthos raised his hands signaling for the crowd to grow quite. With a powerful and steady voice he announced, “Dark Citizens, I welcome you! Let the match commence!”
OOC: Each participant will have three posts, one in each round. A round is concluded when all three participants have posted. You will have assigned posting orders in each round listed below
Jeric will post first in Round 1, second in Round 2, and third in Round 3.
Taig will post second in Round 1, third in Round 2, and first in Round 3.
john will post third in Round 1, first in Round 2, and second in Round 3.
Each participant has 24hrs to post or they forfeit that round and lose all participation points for this event, though they will still score in Grammar and Contribution categories. Participants may post the moment the person before them fails to post in time. All edits must be made before the next post is up and cannot be made once they are.
The First round begins with Jeric. Good luck.
The gates of the coliseum creaked open and Jeric made his way out into the light of the arena. Across the way he noticed two others step out from the shadows of the ground-level entrances. He wasn’t close enough to see who his opponents were but he could tell one was strong, very strong. The other felt as if he was still someone’s apprentice. Why had he signed his death warrant again? Jeric questioned what made him want to fight to the death in this gladiatorial style match. Honor, glory, respect....those three words popped into Jeric’s head right as the Dark Lord’s words rang out across the coliseum.
"Ah, thats why." Jeric commented on the thought of those three words.
The intensity of the crowed made Jeric’s blood boil. They wanted blood shed, they wanted all to die but one. Jeric assured himself he would do his best to give them a good show, but the feeling he sense from one of his opponents wasn’t enough to reassure him of victory. It was this opponent who was already striding towards a sword sticking out of the sand. He walked with purpose and Jeric could tell he had to be in a high level position. The other one was standing still almost looking confused or maybe worried. Jeric took a quick scan of his area, and saw a similar sword laying in the sand. With a burst of speed it looked like Jeric teleported from where he was standing to right in front of the sword. Using the force he pulled the sword into his hand.
Jeric stood still was the wind from a near by storm blew sand across the arena making a mini sand storm, obstructing the crowd's view. Reaching out thru the force he could feel the stronger opponent approaching. Just because he was stronger in the force doesn't mean he was more skilled than Jeric in an old fashion duel. Before he could even complete his next thought his opponent broke thru the screen of sand with an over hand slash. Jeric blocked it with ease but had trouble parrying it off to the side, the man in front of him was psychically stronger too. As the two struggles Jeric finally made eye contact with the Dark Council standing before him.
The Headmaster broke off from the attack at the sound of his old friend’s voice. The two lowered their weapons.
“Will this is unfortunate we have to meet again in this predicament.” the Sith said to the Obelisk Prelate.
“Unfortunate indeed, we’ll give them a good show at least.” Jeric responded with a smirk.
“Maybe we should toy with the young one over there for now.”
Jeric nodded and the two turn to face the third opponent. With a wave of his hand Taigakori dissipated the sand storm. The roar from the crowd grew louder as they could finally see the arena floor once more. Jeric and Taigakori were standing side by side, facing their weaker opponent.
“Let’s have some fun.” Jeric yelled back as he dashed off towards their pray.
John seen the two smile and come toward him. ~great, now im in trouble.~ John seen a Katana layin on the ground to the right of him. He Grabbed it but kept his eyes on the two. When they narrowed there distance to about 20 yards they started to split apart and each go there own direction as to circle around John.
John kept looking from one to the other. "COME ON! DO IT!" John yelled and heard a vicouis Chuckle from the Current Headmaster. "Oh it will come young one, it will come." John, being a Obliesk assassin student thought of his chances of getting out of this alive. His answer: 1 to a million. John Smerked, he liked the odds.
"NOW!" Yelled Cyrin. John used the force to Help him jump just as the two would have collided with him. Both missed but as John came down for a landing about 20 yards away he heard a Yelp from Cyrin. Taigakori's blade had jabbed Jaric in the arm and caused Damage to his right arm. John smiled. "Boys im over here." And Taigakori had groined "You'll soon be on my blade." John was trying to find his next move when the headmaster had used the force to speed up his momentem and John just happened to raise his sword in defense when his enemy had striked down. John cought the edge of the blade with his but could feel himself lossing the battle on the strength side. But john had studied the Headmaster.
John Pushed hard and slide to the right causing a Parry and manged to get behind the Headmaster and swong. Missing as the Headmaster did a front roll and was immedatly out of the way. John felt something behind him and spun around to parry with Jaric.
"E tu clansman." John snarled to him, feeling the rage build up." Jeric force pushed john 50 yards back and john landed hard on his back starting to cough up blood.
Cyric smerked and said "Witwalker, why are you here? Did you really think you could defeat to elite Dark Jedi? I mean come on, I sure hope this is your way to get the Grandmasters attention cause it will.....Right after we kill you." Taig had recovered by now and had took his spot to the right of Cyric. Taig looked to Cyric and said, "Leave him. He's dying." Cyric looked at Taig and said, "What did you say old friend." Taig pointed to Johns eye's "He is dying. Look, his eyes are blood shot and he is coughing up blood. It suggests internal bleeding and possible Brain hemmorage. He wont last long. Now its us two." and Taig drew his sword. Cyric looked at John then to Taig and murmored, "Don't go any where young one. Ill be back for you."
John Leaned back and thought to himself, ~nows the time to heal~ and Used the force to try and heal what injuries in his body he could for he knew he couldn't heal it all. The two Older Jedi took up stances and started to Parry and fight to the death as the young one laid on the ground in pain. Trying to use the Force to Heal as much as possible to at least put him back in a fighting position. He was bound and determinded not to give up with out a fight.
Parry after parry, strike after strike Jeric and his old friend, a former clanmate, fought what seemed endlessly in front of the masses. Both had their advantages against one another. Jeric was a little faster than Taig, he had condition his body to last a longer than normal in fights. So while the Sith was much stronger than Jeric all he had to do was wear the Battlelord out. Jeric’s biggest advantage here was they where using swords not lightsabers and while his friend may know more about saber combat Jeric was better train in the art of swordwork as well as a master of Kartranin and practitioner of Shyarn-Ado two things Taig had no knowledge of. Blow for blow Jeric was either able to dodge or parry, the Obelisk Assassin could see that his opponent was weakening becoming slower in his attacks.
Jeric slowly switched from the defensive teaching of Kartranin and went on the offense. Pushing the Sith Lord backwards. The roar of the crowed intensified seeing this change in momentum. John slowly rose to his feet after doing his best to heal his wounds. No matter who wins, I’m a dead man. He thought staggering over to the sword he had been using. Lets go break the two of them up. Thinking he would get the element of surprise he move in. Jeric noticed the journeyman making his way over and began to push the Sith’s backside towards the approaching Hunter, hoping John would stab him in the back. But the Battlelord sense the Hunter, furious that Jeric would allow the fight to end by having his opponent stabbed in the back by another made him furious. The Sith mustered all the force energy he could and let out a terrible scream that sent out a shock wave so loud it caused the crowd to grow silent. The shock wave wasn’t enough to throw Jeric back like it had John, but it did push him back a few feet and caused his ears to ring endlessly. The Obelisk couldn’t hear anything, not the sound of the crowd nor the foots step of Taig moving closer with each second.
Jeric looked up to see the Battlelord, sword raised only steps away. Blocking the strike Jeric feel to the ground weaken by Taig’s use of Force Scream. Before another strike could come crashing down John rushed the Sith from behind hoping to catch him off guard but it didn’t work. Now Jeric laid back, trying to recover his hearing, watching the Headmaster fight a lowly Journeyman.