Battlemaster Tasha'Vel Versea vs. Seer Morax Darkblade

Battlemaster Tasha'Vel Versea

Equite 2, Equite tier, Clan Naga Sadow
Female Twi'lek, Sith, Marauder
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Seer Morax Darkblade

Equite 3, Equite tier, Clan Naga Sadow
Male Anzati, Force Disciple, Seeker, Krath
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Hall Duelist Hall - Ranked
Messages 3 out of 4
Time Limit 7 Days
Battle Style Alternative Ending
Battle Status Closed by Timeout
Combatants Battlemaster Tasha'Vel Versea, Seer Morax Darkblade
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Venue Kalsunor: Massassi Arena
Last Post 29 August, 2018 1:23 PM UTC
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Kalsunor Massassi Arena

Elevated over a ravine, the Massassi Arena has withstood the tests of time. It is arranged in a circular formation and made by a slab of stone that connects the opposite slopes of the ravine. On its eastern side, the floating arena leads to a staircase and into a near-vertical cliff face. Because of its nearly unsupported vantage that overlooks a several hundred-meter fall, even the smallest creatures can feel the occasional motion the platform makes as the breeze brushes across its cold surface.

Adding to the adrenaline rush of standing within the slab’s concentric patterns carved into the rock, barriers and obstacles echo the Massassi’s commitment to taking every advantage over their opponents. Pillars ring the outer edge without guardrails linking them, some remaining intact and others having toppled into the arena or over the perilous heights to the ground far below. Weeds and other flora cover each surface as nature seeks to reclaim the ravine and eventually send the arena itself to the depths.

A creaky rope-bridge leads away towards another ancient suspended platform with the same weathered, upturned stones. Mossy footing, and uneven ground make each of these platforms unique in small subtle ways. While there is no seating for formal spectators, the ancient stones of the Massassi Arena hold an omniscient, aged wisdom that speak to the things they have seen and the battles fought through history.

A third rope-bridge leads to yet another platform, completing the triad of battlegrounds that make up the Massassi Arena.

Kalsunor was a beautiful place with some lush tropical flora that seemed to meld with the ancient slabs of stone and created a quiet atmosphere. This had been one of the places that Tasha’Vel felt she could meditate calmly and receive some answers. She made her way across the rickety bridge and onto the huge rocky platform suspended hundreds of feet above the ground. Closing her eyes, she focused her mind on the Force around her. She felt the life and breath of the planet itself and all contained within. It felt peaceful and full of harmony. Tasha wished that she could remain in this state however, she felt another presence had arrived. The air around her felt chilled as she sensed something, but couldn’t place it. It was like a predator had eyed its prey and was waiting motionless. Tasha’Vel instinctively called her lightsaber to her hand and glanced around. She still did not see anything around her.

“You mind telling me who you are and why you followed me?” She called out as she listened. Surprisingly, a voice answered. “There is so much we can discuss Tasha’Vel and it’s been a while since we last met.” That voice had a cool sweet, yet chilling tone to it.

“Darkblade.” Her lips curled slightly as her eyes narrowed. “How about you show yourself first.”

A hollow laugh rang out and seemed echoed eerily off the ravine. “Now Tasha it is no fun if I just reveal myself.” He chided, “How about you find me first.”

Tasha smiled a bit. “So that’s how he's going to play. Fine by me.” Taking her lightsaber, She ignited the blade, letting it hiss to life. Its violet hue glowed brightly as she spun it around and threw it from her hands. As the blade traveled in a circle around the arena, she followed the blade with her eyes and spotted a very faint distortion to the right of her. She immediately called the blade back to her hand and slashed towards the distorted looking figure to the right.

“Found you!”

Suddenly, the entire arena became enveloped in a pitch black fog. Only her lightsaber was visible as it slashed through thin air.

Morax ducked down and let out a hiss of frustration as he allowed the Force to withdraw from him, dropping his cover in order to materialize. The mighty roar of the lightsaber swinging over his head reverberated through his ears, affirming the power of the blade and its wielders skill. Surprised by the sudden move from the Rollmaster, the Seer knew he had best not underestimate his foe.

Jumping back, Darkblade was able to clear the pitch black nebula. Past experience had given him enough knowledge to anticipate that the thick darkness was anchored to the user, thus it wouldn’t stretch too far. Darkblade smiled as his hunch proved correct and could see the obscurity had a range of around two meters. This would place Tasha at its center, meaning Morax had a window of opportunity to exploit the momentary blindness the Marauder would have, so long she concentrated on keeping the cloud active. Through the Force he was also able to predict her location well enough to seize the moment and strike first.

Easily suppressing his own presence in the Force, Darkblade would be all but invisible to the naked eye of the Twi’lek until she dropped the veil.

Gathering the Force around him, he forced it through his body, like a rolling wave, ebbing and flowing to gather its power with each flow into his body. The intoxicating effect of power coursing to and from his body only served to fuel his anticipation of defeating his opponent. As the Ragnosian guided the powers to his outstretched left hand, he pointed towards where he sensed Tasha would be. A nagging sensation pulled at the back of his mind, cautioning him not to commit fully to the attack. Darkblade realised he had never reached for his lightsaber, a fatal mistake if the Rollmaster would attack him now.

As Morax reached for his lightsaber with his right hand, Tasha came barreling out of the smog, letting out a blood curdling scream as she focused her rage on the Anzat. Calming himself, Darkblade ignited his lightsaber with his right hand, the hissing sound comforting the Seer as he smoothly pointed his left fingers at the Twi’lek and let loose the harnessed powers he had let into his body.

A cascade of crackling energy leapt from his fingertips, racing towards the Battlemaster as it arched and screeched hungrily towards it's intended target. The unmistakable thunderous rumble created by lightning could be heard from the Massassi arena for miles away. Trees ruffled heavily as hundreds of birds flew into the air, cawing nervously, disturbed from their afternoon slumber.

However, this did not phase the Sith as she lazily whipped her lightsaber up to catch the bolt of energy, dissipating it with a one handed sweep before continuing her running assault on the Anzat.

“You may be able to hide yourself from the Force, but that buildup of energy gave you away,” Tasha said nonchalantly before their sabers made contact.

The colossal forces colliding with each other reverberated out over the arena, stones began to crack and shift beneath them as they deadlocked each other, neither one willing to give ground.

The Force whipped ferociously around them, feeding its energy to the combatants, causing a blood fury to rise from deep within them as energies howled and whistled around two enemies. As they began to sink slowly, inch by inch, into the ground, Darkblade grunted as he pushed as hard as he could, breaking the deadlock and signaling the beginning of their battle in earnest.

Immediately the Anzat noticed their respective forms were evenly matched, both well learned practitioners of their chosen forms. As the Anzat and Twi’lek glided across the arena, Morax’s silver hued lightsaber weaved and danced around him, making near impregnable defensive maneuvers born of skill, agility and years of training. He patiently waited for Tasha to make a mistake, allowing him to strike and end it all in a single blow. Even though Soresu was not an aggressive form by nature, it did have it’s tricks that allowed for a swift dispatch of an uncareful opponent. Morax studied Tasha’s movements, his reflexes taking over and allowing for the small opportunity to assess the situation.

The Seer noticed that Tasha kept her dominant hand high on the hilt of her lightsaber, with her offhand placed on the lower end. This made it easier for the Battlemaster to add additional leverage to her swings mid flight. The onslaught was aggressive, mixed with high and low attacks, jabs and sweeping cuts which kept the Seer on the defensive. There was little time for him to do anything else. Guessing the form was a resemblance of Djem So, Darkblade assumed it would tire her out eventually as long as he could stay one step ahead of her. A single mistake though would cost him his life, as Tasha knew exactly what she was doing. Unfortunately for the Anzat, it seemed that Tasha was nowhere near the point of beginning to feel fatigue of any sort.

Her offensive never wavered, screaming with rage and pushing her body to the max, she had slowly began to gain the upper hand. Realizing she could win, the Rollmaster called upon the Force, allowing it to aid her as it coursed through her arms, infusing her muscles and giving her unparalleled strength with each new swing.

Morax began to feel the power of each blow, penetrating his defenses slowly but surely. The sudden shift in the power between the two caught him unaware, not knowing how to react or what to do. He never realized Tasha had such raw strength in her.

Tasha focused on her opponent. This battle had ignited a fury within her and she reveled in the sheer strength that the dark side of the Force offered. Sweat beaded upon the brow of the Anzat as he concentrated on keeping the Marauder's blade from striking him. This was bad. Unless there was a way for him to distract her, it could be the death of him. Darkblade focused himself as he parried and spoke, “You don’t want to fight me, just back away slowly.”

Tasha for a brief moment backed up a few steps, still holding her lightsaber and muttered, “You are right. Why am I fighting?”

Taking the opportunity, while she was transfixed, Darkblade extended his right hand as a ripple of blue lightning arced about his fingertips. With as much force as he could muster, he hurled a cascade of lighting right into Tasha. The Rollmaster screamed in pain as she couldn’t get out of the way, taking the full force of the lightning as it coursed through her body. Darkblade could smell the putrid stench of burnt flesh as he continued his torrent of pain.

The Rollmaster screamed as her eyes burned a deep emerald, pain and rage building within her. She only knew one thing: Destroy her opponent. She struggled through the pain, letting out an earth-shattering cry as she charged and brought her lightsaber full force upon the Anzat’s right hand, cleaving it in half. The attack continued as she swung herself around bringing the lightsaber down towards her opponent.

Darkblade was in shock as he feebly brought up his blade with his left hand to parry. For one of the few times in his life, he felt fear creeping up within him. This Twi’lek was hell-bent on his destruction. All he could see was a killer instinct in her glare. There was no remorse, pity, or sorrow. Was she so consumed that she lost her humanity? The only thing he could think of was to yell out.

“TASHA, STOP! PLEASE!”

The Twi’lek’s eyes were a picture of pure terror that bore into the very soul; however, his words seemed to reach her. She stopped and stared at a bloodied terrified Anzat. She was breathing heavily and felt her strength draining away from her.

“Darkblade, I could kill you right now and that would be the end of it. It would serve no purpose, other than to satisfy my vengeance, but you are still needed by the clan. I will not kill you right now when there is a far greater need for Sadowans but do me a favor, never underestimate me again.”