La Mort Au Faible (open duel)

[Makoto Neo]

La Mort Au Faible: Death to the Weak

The streets were crowded, it being a Saturday afternoon, with many upon many bipeds walking back and forth. The chatter of their voices mixed with the overhead drone of speeders, but none of that was of the concern. Within the tangle of masses, a black robed silhouette stood in complete silence. Not a neither breath nor movement could’ve been discerned from the robe with exemptions of people brushing into his robe.

The figure’s hands moved up slightly, showing a thin metallic wire clutched between two paws. Releasing the string, which floated in the air held by an unseen force, the robed man ducked down below it’s hovering point and passed his hands past each other. The wire began to spin slowly, picking up speed until it was a disk of translucent silver. Then it began to grow outwards, shouts erupted as the tips caught the pedestrians’ on their arms or other parts of their body.

“Goodbye… PESTS…” The black robed hissed, exerting a massive amount of force which sent the flying disk right into the pedestrians. A slight SFLIP sound came forth when the wire disappeared into someone’s torso and exited the other side. Within a few heartbeats, the wire had traveled a perfect 200-foot circle. The pedestrians in the circle looked shocked as blood began to pour from their stomachs, necks, arms, and whatnot.

Murmurs whispered through the circle as the civvies tried to confirm what had just happened… then they fell apart. Torso’s separated from upper halfs, arms fell from sockets and heads fell from necks. Those who were unlucky enough to be sliced in the midsection fruitlessly tried to gather their innards or pull their legs back into place. The whole area cleared fast as lightning when the remaining who had been outside the circle watched in horror. When a trickle of black blood reached the clothed figured, he stood up and announced loudly, his voice amplified by the force.

“More will come, Lest one steps forth to clash weapons!”

It's hood lowered, 'chin' touching it's chest. Waiting...

[Zachariah Darmok]

'Is it not bothersome how you and i look so alike..' Said a chilling and cold tone from behind the similar looking creature. 'It seems our dress sense seems to be growing more popular with the extension of our greater evil...yet..i find your trick oddly not ammusing and frankly it could have been done alot more painfully. The voice continued as the source of the voice made its advance upon Neo as if floating.

The cloaked figure was carrying alongside himself a staff with a glowing blue crystal connected to the head of the long stained wood quarterstaff its source or reason unknown, the two creatures looked stangly similar, but used different sourses of magic. The face was hidden from view yet one could tell from its voice that Zachariah was no more good than Neo was, yet he hated failure and Neo had failed to carry on with the mass pain he promised.

' Continue your blood shedding..i will not stop you and there are no light siders around for miles..i dare say however your methords will prove useless'

[Makoto Neo]

'Prove useless it might, but I care not,' Neo replied, telepathically, while rising to his feet. The hood turned slightly torward the staff carrying man, 'The Jedis are everywhere, like locusts... pests.. one will eventually show... either a pest, or an equal Sith...'

[Zachariah Darmok]

' You are obviuously blinded by your power, perhaps you did not notice that a creature of similar status is standing right next to you...' Said Zachariah is his mathodical, chilling tone.

' I care not for the big head that sits apon your shoulders, shake that away and challange me propoly, you cannot attact evil by killing these..these worms...'He growed gesturing towards the dead humans.

[Makoto Neo]

'Attracting evil is not my purpose, as you stated, but the guest is welcome in the house, so to speak.'

Neo moved away from Zachariah now, torward the edge of the platform, the severed corpses sliding out of the way in their own blood from his path. Once the Knight was about five meters away, he turned 180* on his right heel and faced the robed man.

"Proper challenge, you asked for," A husky voice emitted from the robe, "I deliver."

The figures hands moved up and removed the hood, revealing what seemed to be a wolf spliced with human, or a lycanthrope. Unknowing minds would confuse the Knight with the Garou, or worse, the Lupine. But Mako was of his own speices, he needed no catacylsts to mutate..

"Do you accept?"

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[Zachariah Darmok]

'My god...a pooch!' Zachariah said quietly as if he was fed up with fighting this kind. 'I feel that you think you are supiror, your movements,your thoughts...fool' Darmok said taptting thetip of his quarterstaff on the floor lightly.

'Zadamn seme ota fangdo!' At this point a dark inkly black light cut into the afternoon sun from the crystal on the staff and then suddenly vanished as quick as it appeard. Darmoks hood was now removed also, it had revealed an ageing face, shoulder lengh greasy hair and a number of cuts and bruises, the humaniods eyes bare no puple, only a solidmass of swirling blackness.

'My dear Canine, or course i accept...have it at thee!' He continued standing perfectly still.

[Makoto Neo]

Neo stood completly still as well, his ruby eyes narrowed and homed at Darmok. His right hand brushed through the obsidian robes to reveal a dark steel colored hilt, while the left did the same.

To him, it seemed the mage had more up his sleeve than Neo knew of. Thus the Knight has to be careful, and cautious, and therefore kept the standstill...

[Zachariah Darmok]

Zachariah stood perfectly still, Darmok was going tolet the new guy make the first move and then he would retaliate, he had made the challange and thus should make the first move, Darmok was not going to play games.

'Move Sir and lets get this over with.

[Makoto Neo]

'As you wish,' The Wolf responded, sliding the right two and a half foot long dagger from it's sheath and holding out infront of him, the tip of the razor keen edge pointing at Darmok as if to target him.

Mako then swung the blade to the right, the tip pointing away before he slightly bent at the waist and pushed off the slick floor. Turning the dagger slightly in his hand, for the edge to face away from the charge, as his boots propelled him forward.

Before coming into range, Mako projected through the force a hint of vertical slash.. but when the hint had suggested the slash, Mako instead leapt into the air and over Darmok in a 180* backflip. Landing on his right heel, Neo struck out high with a roundhouse snapkick aimed for Darmok's skull...

[Zachariah Darmok]

Without even turning to view what his adversary had done, Darmok had ducked under the snapkick and in one swift movement had spun on his heels to face Neo. As Neo was exiting his kick Darmok pivited onto his hands and kicked out with his left foot impacting into the groin of the hound and sending him sprawling back up against the skywalk wall.

With this Darmok changed quickly to a standing position and smiled 'I take it youthought in my old age i had grown stiff...pathetic'.

[Makoto Neo]

As Mako slid across the wet steel, the pain in his crotch had begun to subside. 'What a dirty, cheap shot' ran through Mako's head as he came to a stop by planting his feet on the small wall.
Rolling over and to his feet, the wolf knight turned torwards Darmok.

"I don't underestimate anyone, Mage."

When the mage had scored the shot, and sent the wolf sprawling, Mako had released his grip on his weapon and now recalled it to his hand with the Force. Calculating, Neo sheathed the dagger and motioned with his index and middle finger of his extened left hand for Darmok to "bring it on".

[Zachariah Darmok]

'Ah but you do..' Said Darmoks slimey voice ' Just fighting me is beyond underestermating memortal!' Suddenly, even before he had finished the last word Darmoks Staff had been jabbed (crystal first) towards the wolf and in one word ' Salashaska!' A blinding light had broke from the crystal and had closed itself down into a narrow direct beam that spread towards Neo at a fantastic speed.

[Makoto Neo]

Reflexes, as well as instinct, had saved Mako's eyesight from being rendered completely useless, by swinging his head away from the crystal staff as the Mage had jutted it forward. Reverting his eyes back, he saw the beam of light race at him.

Then the world seem to slow down, as the light filled the area (seeminly engulfing Mako in it's brightness,) the wolf propelled himself to his left and spun. He felt the heat across his robed back, and launched himself at the Mage as the spell ended.

"Entama sah firiga!" Mako growled, the drawn dagger bursting into living flames from the short spell. Covering the distance, as the aftermath of the mage's spell ended, Mako struck out horizonally at the Mage's extened arm while slipping his hand for the second dagger of the pair...

[Kelt Simoson]

wrong account -_-

[Zachariah Darmok]

Zachariah waisted little time in thinking up a defence. Darmok's Qaurterstaff was held horizontally across his chest as the strike with the dagger was thrusted towards him, and as neo was close enough Darmoks staff was swiped sharply left so that the end of the wodden staff smashed hard into the arm of the wolf sending both the dagger and its weilder away from Zachariah providing space for his next move.

A short sharp kick could now be placed fermly at the bace of the wolfs spine which if hit correctly and hard enough could leave its victim paralized which was Darmoks intention.

OOC: sorrys its fast, little time:)

[Makoto Neo]

The shot to his arm spun Neo around, saving him from the paralyzing kick to the side but instead scored one on his kidney. Yelping from the pain which stunned the whole left side of his body, Neo backhanded Darmok squarly on the jaw before staggering away and back into a defendable position..

[Zachariah Darmok]

Zachariah moved back also to provide space between them both, another taunt would be a good addition at this point.

'Yelping?...pathetic...your weak' His staff came upinto a defencive position as he stood and waited.

[Makoto Neo]

'Tch.. pathetic am I? Lets see what other parlor tricks you have, mage, for the last one was pretty weak itself.' Neo taunted back, grinning, as he slid his right foot back and slightly bending his left knee.

Holding the long dagger next to the bent knee with the point facing the ground as his right hand wrapped around the hilt of the unused dagger..

'Or, are you scared to do it?'