Lowering himself down close to the water for a moment, Kindle took a breath to steady himself before Amplifying his legs, then shoving hard to get himself as much out of the muck as he could and then igniting his jetpack to clear the rest of the way. The combined boost rocketed the large Hybrid towards his foe, halberd gripped tight and ready to swing as he soared through the opening in the vines and towards Titius.
With the roar of the Sith’s equipment giving away his location finally, the Mercenary snapped one of his knees upwards and extended a hand, his Relby bouncing out of the water and snapping to his magnetic glove as he quickly trained his weapon on the approaching Proconsul and fired off a canister.
The combined speed of both Kindle’s own charge and Titius’ prepared trap left no time for anything beside a slight change in direction, but the Specialist had timed his shot well and with trained accuracy in not relying on his scope, the sound of metal on metal rang out, confirming the impact just a split second before the detonation occurred.
Green gas erupted out of the canister and spread around the immediate area of the swamp, Titius himself disappearing within it as he ensured his helmet was secured. Once again he flipped on his thermals, though knew the chemical composition of the gas would hinder him at least a bit.
“Good trap,” called out the Barabel/Feeorin mix. “Sadly, I’m not quite the preferred intended target.”
As the gas continued to descend and spread, the stylized draconic helmet emerged. Luckily for Singean, this time his gear was unaltered by the Combat Master.
“Ah, Mandalorian. Unfortunate,” stated the Human as he was already changing the settings on his weapon. “Yet noted.”
Within a second of his last word, a blaster shot slammed into the side of the pressurized helmet and the taller fighter stumbled back, sinking once more into the gas while he could.
“Not one for chatter, huh?” muttered the Sith. “Come on, this tournament is supposed to be fun, trash talk a little.”
“Just here for the win.”
Another shot impacted Beskar before a snarl of frustration escaped the area, but it was quickly overwhelmed by a different sound as Titius quickly ran out of the gas before this time purposefully jumping into the water, the sloshing hard to ignore. Or it would have been, save for the immediate explosion that scattered and cleared the remaining gas.
A roar of pain was the sound that let out after that as well as another torrent of water that indicated a large object landing in it. As Kindle clenched his eyes shut in pain and pulled himself back onto his feet, he could feel a portion of his chest plate dented inward from the air pressure that slammed into him and additionally bits of metal shards logged into the vulnerable joints of the Hybrid.
Clearly the strategy of getting your opponent talking his master had taught him wasn’t going to work here…
Opening his golden eyes and looking around, he noted the lack of a standing foe and brought his halberd to his side once more. He kept a tight grip and a watchful eye, waiting for the right moment, coming up with his own plan in hopes of countering his enemy’s. The warrior was done playing his enemy’s game.
Another explosion, though much softer, went off behind him and resulted in the warrior spinning round to see the commotion, only to see that the water displacement was followed by a small amount of black smoke rising - a smoke grenade, a diversion.
As Titius erupted from the water far closer to Singean than he had initial suspected within the swamp’s water, having taken advantage of its murkiness to hide himself, he found that indeed the Proconsul had formed his own plan independent of whatever he had done; as Darkness itself enveloped the area around the two and hid them both, though the sounds of the Mercenary’s blaster fire echoed in the area in an attempt to land anything.
Osseus scoffed, mildly entertained that both of them had gone for vision-blocking diversions, but he continued to step backwards, blaster at the ready, trying to make some distance.
Unfortunately for him, the Hybrid was not blinded thanks to his Darksight training.
Taking the few moments he could, Kindle focused on the Human’s mind and searched before finally he found what he was after. Mentally pulling the trigger as he leapt into the air, the Sith’s Darkness faded and instead a lightning-fast infliction of Debilitating Fear was spiked into his enemy’s mind. Just one moment of hesitation, that’s all he needed as he brought his halberd over his head with the intention of using his full might to slam it down and end this battle in one blow.
The Proconsul got his wish, as Titius indeed did not fire his blaster at the sudden appearance of the airborne reptilian man dropping onto him. Rather, he instead quickly moved his hand down to his belt and activated the gravity grenade at his side.
Blue energy wrapped around the two combatants and held them tight; Kindle slammed his feet-first down onto the ground with his halberd poisoned to separate the human’s arm from the rest of him and Titius with his gun aimed for the neck of his armored foe, ready to blast at what few weak points he could.
Both stared into one another's eyes as they anxiously awaited the end of the grenade’s battery life and the following handful of seconds that would tell how this battle would also meet its conclusion.
