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Post by jaing on Feb 20, 2010 9:37:52 GMT -5
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Feb 22, 2010 2:51:23 GMT -5
The Falleen exits the transport of the molten world of Mustafar. The heat rose up like a wave, slamming into him over and over.
He simply smiled.
Walking with purposeful steps, he moves to the monitor droid, and produces his list of weapons.
SoroSuub X-30 "Lancer" Blaster pistol
Laserhone Duelist vibrorapier
Two Lightsaber Guard Shoto (tonfa style lightsabers)
(One Green in color the other red)
Once presented, he moves back to his starting area, and begins to perform several routine exercises meant to relax and limber up the body.
He was dressed simply, the blaster slung on his right hip, the vibrorapier across his back, the handle angled to the right shoulder. his tonfa-style lightsabers were crossed at his back, right at belt level.
Maintaining a focused demeanor, he awaited the arrival of his opponent, the fiery Jedi Master Grainne.
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Post by Grainne Fett on Feb 22, 2010 8:08:29 GMT -5
*Stepping off the transport, she readies her body and mind for the task at hand. Checking in with the monitor droid, she shows her two tribal sabers with the lavender blades, the EE-3 carbine rifle, and Ripper.
Sliding off her outer robe, she wears a sleeveless tunic, loose fitting pants, her belt tight on her waist with the EE-3 and Ripper holster attached to it and strapped to her thighs, her sabers at her sides, and hard hide boots. Going into meditation, she opens her minds eye to the Force and stays relaxed*
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Post by Zanear the Edge on Feb 22, 2010 19:40:01 GMT -5
The Falleen bowed slightly to the Jedi. He had heard many rumors concerning this one, and he was intrigued. This Jedi was known for her temper, and that was something he could play off of. But for now, he would start this duel as his many years of training had taught him. With decorum, and some respect...with a hint of condensation.
Greetings,Jedi .
He let the word hang in the air, leaving a hint of disapproval in his voice. I hope your ready, dueling can be a beautiful thing, and also very deadly. He spoke this with an obvious air of superiority.
He slid his body into a sideways facing stance, his feet about a meter apart. The left leg was back, his foot turned slightly out. His front leg was extended, bent slightly at the knee with his right foot pointed straight out, his toes pointed downward while the rest of his foot was not touching the floor. His eyes flashing pure confidence and superiority, he smoothly drew his vibrorapier out and above his head, the motion deliberate. He leveled his arm and bent it at the elbow, bringing the weapon hilt even with his nose. He held the pose for a half second, and then whipped it forward and down, his arm holding the weapon at the same angle as he had extended his front facing leg. A smile began to fall into place on his face, and he called aloud virtually simultaneously with the automated command for the duel to begin, a thunderous Engarde!
Moving swiftly, almost sliding across the floor, he sent a direct thrust at the Jedi's upper chest, directly at her center point. He then took a step back, leaning forward as soon as he did to thrust at her upper inner thigh on her left leg, immediately slashing up at her right forearm, seeking to remove the offending appendage. The moves were sent in one fluid motion, his guard returned to his original stance as he practically slid four meters back. His face never once changed expression, his cold-bloodied nature allowing him to retain absolute control over his own emotions.
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