Seer Morax Darkblade vs. Battlemaster Tasha'Vel Versea

Seer Morax Darkblade

Equite 3, Equite tier, Clan Naga Sadow
Male Anzati, Force Disciple, Seeker, Krath
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Battlemaster Tasha'Vel Versea

Equite 2, Equite tier, Clan Naga Sadow
Female Twi'lek, Sith, Marauder
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Hall Duelist Hall - Ranked
Messages 2 out of 4
Time Limit 3 Days
Battle Style Alternative Ending
Battle Status Closed by Timeout
Combatants Seer Morax Darkblade, Battlemaster Tasha'Vel Versea
Force Setting Standard
Weapon Setting Standard
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Venue Arx: Combat Training Center
Last Post 24 July, 2018 8:34 AM UTC
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Combat Training Center

Two towering, tinted, transparisteel doors slide open to grant you access to the central chamber of the Combat Training Halls. The main room is wide and open and as large as as a holoball field. Tall walls stretch towards a domed ceiling that is made up of rows of ambient lights that spread out and fill the room with soft even lighting that eliminates any shades or shadows. Those same walls are lined around the perimeter with racks and stacks of varied weaponry: everything from swords and polearms to rifles and flamethrowers.

There are two signs that hover over each weapon rack to create an alternating motif in the Combat Training Hall: “No Explosions” and “Accorded Neutral Territory”. While the first is fairly obvious, the second speaks to the single law of the Training Halls: all members of the Brotherhood are welcome, and no member is to be killed or maimed without incurring the wrath of the Grand Master and the Inquisitorius.

Combat Training Center

A trio of training dummies are statically set up and spread out in a line, each made out of a blend of alloys and padding that can withstand blows from any standard weaponry with the exception of lightsaber blades. To the side of the dummies, a large sparring mat has been stretched out to create a larger footprint than the typical shockboxing ring. The padding is good for helping teach new combat students how to take a fall without injury and offers firm footing, but the hard rubber mat is hardly forgiving.

Behind the sparring area is a door that leads to a small archives that combat students can use to view holorecordings of fights and duels from the past as well as relevant information on combat tactics, techniques, and forms. On the opposite side of the archives at the far end of central room is the locker room that members can safely store their equipment.

The final and probably most important element of the Combat Training Hall is the onsite Med Ward. The maglock door is sealed off and can only be opened by an attending Medic. The Medical facilities feature state of the art bacta tanks for recovery and aftercare. A combination of observation and waiting room rests adjacent to the recovery center and features two large monitors that display a live feed of the central room.

The Combat Halls are staffed around the clock, allowing combat students and mentors alike to come and go as they please at odd or regular hours. It also reserved for members looking to prove their worth to compete in the Antei Combat Center.

[Venue Note: Weapons incorporated into your match are allowed to be used, even if not listed on your Weapon Load Out for the match itself. Skill usage and all other ACC rules and guidelines still applies.]

Tasha’Vel had entered the Training Combat center and started her usual warm-up session. She stretched out her body and began a series of push-ups and sit-ups. Afterward, she rose up and began jogging around the sparring mats for a few moments. Once she made her way onto the empty mat, the Rollmaster of Naga Sadow pulled out Vishra’Reyal, her Echani Vibroblade, and thrust the blade upwards and diagonally. It was like a dance to her, weaving back and forth across the mat to the tune of her humming blade. She always enjoyed getting in some practice with her favorite blade and she finally had a little bit of time off. However something did seem different, she got a distinct feeling that she wasn’t alone. Someone was watching her. “Dammit Marcus.” She thought, “You aren’t very funny.” As she continued her practice, she felt a bit more sluggish in her movements. Something wasn’t right. She felt like someone just suddenly dropped weights onto her legs and arms. This time she called out, “Okay Marcus whatever parlor trick you are doing knock it off.” Tasha stopped momentarily and refocused her mind, cleared her thoughts and glanced about the room. She could see a couple sparring dummies nearby and began to lift one of them into the air using the Force. She then began to swing the dummy around the room until a rather all too familiar Anzat appeared in front of her.

“Morax Darkblade, I haven’t seen you in a long while. How long have you been watching me?” Tasha asked.

“Enough that I think you need a sparring match or two.” He replied. “How about we start right now.” He extended his right hand letting a surge of blue electricity fly from his fingers towards the Twi’lek.” Instinctively, she rolled to the left side catching a bit of the lightning to her leg. Gritting her teeth, she focused on stifling the intense stinging pain the lightning caused. “My kind of fun.” She turned herself back towards the Anzat and flung out her arms sending a forceful telekinetic wave that knocked him backwards into one of the other training dummies standing up. Quickly, she threw her vibroblade to the side and called her lightsaber to her hand. She ignited it with a snap-hiss as the violet blade crackled to life and then charged the Anzat.

As the Rollmaster charged towards him, Darkblade grimaced solemnly. Despite her position and obvious influence in the Clan, her powers had not developed much since their last encounter. Knowing what to expect and how to counter it, he would always be one step ahead of her. Morax dodged the incoming Battlemaster, diving into a headlong roll as he let the momentum carry him back upwards to his feet. The entrance to the medical ward now behind him, the exit of the training center now several feet ahead of him. As he took in where he was he quickly reached for his lightsaber, igniting it as soon as his thumb had found the hilt and whirled to face Tasha coming in from his right side once again.

Bringing his blade up, this time he would be ready for her. Their sabers clashed, the sounds echoing off the walls of the combat center. As the dance between the two began, they each tried to find an opening in the other whilst carefully avoiding leaving themselves vulnerable to an attack. Their respective forms were in top condition. Darkblade's silver hued lightsaber weaved and danced around him in an impenetrable weave of skill and agility. He patiently waited for his opponent to make a mistake so he could strike. Although Soresu was not an aggressive form, it did have a few tricks Darkblade had mastered in order to help turn the tide of a defensive battle. Though for now, it was best to let instinct guide him as he carefully calculated the Twi'lek before him.

Keeping her dominant hand high on the hilt of the saber, her offhand was placed on the lower end, allowing Tasha to add additional leverage to her swings in mid flight. Her form was a more aggressive sort, costing her more energy and would eventually tire her out should she keep up the barrage of aggressive and powerful wide swing attacks. Her attacks came in high and low, in jabs and cuts, keeping the Anzat on the defensive and testing his footwork constantly. Morax assumed the Rollmaster was using something that resembled Djem So, a powerful form in the hands of a talented practitioner. Tasha seemed to know what she was doing. As they shifted around the room it became evident that the Twi'lek would be unable to pierce through the Anzat's defenses in their current state.

The Battlemaster called upon the Force, willing its power to course through her arms and into the tips of her fingers, empowering each of her muscles in her arms and delivering swings more powerful than before. The sudden onslaught of extra power surprised the Anzat, who struggled now to keep his foe from breaking through his defenses. He began to falter with each blow upon his saber and he felt his strength slowly sap away against the intensity of a much stronger foe.