Sailing through the doors of Yog's...

[Fewdman]

much like a surprised human missile, Fewd flies with the propellant of an angry Lounge Lizard. At least he had already had his coffee. Soon, gravity grabs hold as the energy from LL's throw bleeds off. Pushing himself off the ground, Morgan uses the remaining energy for a handspring, and sticks the landing.
Fewd looks up and sees Loungie coming twoards him like a charging bantha.

"Oh joy..."

[The Lounge Lizard]

:: LL strides forward, using initiative to his advantage, and drives a high cross downward into Fewd's abdomen. The blunt-force trauma knocks Fewd's breath out of him, doubling him over where he stood so quickly that his own head smashes into his left knee. As Fewd's head recoils, LL grabs the Jedi by his face, and throws him into the air several meters high. As Fewd goes skyward, LL tucks his lightsaber away in its assassin sheath, and crosses his arms over his chest...small spheres of light becoming visible in each of his hands ::

[Fewdman]

Fewd initially flails about, his body somewhat confused by the antagonized nerves and his lack of footing. Morgan forces himself into order, and lands in a neat crouch. A silver blur appears between the inside of his drab green trenchcoat and a steady hand holding a Desert Eagle. The right side of Fewd's face twitches as he fires three times.

The blue energy dances about Lounge Lizard, blackening his epidermis. Morgan pulls his sword free.

[The Lounge Lizard]

:: At the instant of the attack, LL generated a Force Barrier, dissipating most of the attack. However, the residual energy did cause superficial burns over his forearms. LL lowered his guard, only slightly ::

Clever...but it won't save you.

:: Bringing one of his hands around, LL hurls one of the energy spheres towards Fewd with authority. As the dangerous attack flies toward Fewd, he slices with his sword, splitting the plasma down the middle by using the Force to augment his and the sword's strength. The energy sphere blossoms into a flash of light, bathing Fewd in stifling heat, but nothing more, as its damaging capacity was nullified. As Fewd drew back, to bring his sword back in front of his centerline, he turned to see LL mere inches away from him. Fewd maneuvered to bring his sword around, but LL clamped his left hand across Fewd's left forearm, keeping the sword at bay. He then brought his right hand, which still had an energy sphere in it, and placed his hand over Fewd's face, loosing his grip and allowing the sphere to blast directly across the Jedi's face. A cone of flashing energy and plasma exploded forward, as Fewd writhed in agony and fell backwards ::

[Fewdman]

Fewd litterally convulsed in misery as the skin on his face gelled and hardend in the terrible heat. As he rolled in the soft dirt, Lounge Lizard caught a glimpse of his eyes, melted shut by the energy. Morgan moaned and his breath came out at irregular intervals as he tossed about.

[The Lounge Lizard]

:: LL let the Jedi be for a few seconds, as he lied in pain. After the respite, LL raised his right hand slightly. Fewd could feel his body being lifted off the ground. He turned to LL with a slight bit of disorientation. LL's face showed no emotion, but his body squared off, dropping into a secure horse stance. LL flicked his right wrist, using the Force to push Fewd away about 20 meters. Just as quickly as LL pushes Fewd away, LL closes his right fist, and pulls back with his arm, and the Force Push becomes a Force Pull. Fewd's back arches with the change in momentum, as LL balls up his left fist. Fewd's body accelerates to a speed of about 45 mph, heading straight for LL. LL snaps back his right hand, and twists his hip in a clockwise fashion, transferring power into the force-augmented punch he delivers square across Fewd's jawline as he speeds past LL. The change in directional energy causes Fewd to flip backwards, feet over head, as he continues to fly past LL before skidding across the ground ::

[Fewdman]

Fewd almost blindly tumbles about in the dirt. His jaw aches something terrible, but the nerves in his now misshappen face have given up on any form of protest. After coming to a halt, Morgan lifts himself unsteadily onto his feet. He realizes that he, in the short term, is blinded. But he can still see somehow. Fewd walks steadily twoards Lounge Lizard, right leg limping slightly.

With an unnatural speed, the Knight punches Lounge Lizard in the stomach, who recoils surprisingly little. Morgan pops LL in between the eyes, and then crescent kicks him across the side of the head.

[The Lounge Lizard]

:: LL takes the punch to the abdomen well, but the strike to his face, and then the crescent kick to the side of the head take their toll. LL loses his stance, and is knocked back by the strike, and the crescent kick jars LL's head severely, throwing the Dark Jedi into a maelstrom of disorientation. LL wipes away at the blood from his nose, and blinks several times to stop the double-vision. ::

[Lady Vader]

*hears a loud crashing sound and goes to investigate, only to find Fewd and LL at it in a heated battle*

*LV watches from a distance... Fewd must be feeling suicidal today*

[Fewdman]

Fewd is about to crescent kick LL across the face again, when his leg is grabbed. He socks Lounge Lizard in the face again squarely, and his leg is free. Turning on his heel, Morgan burrows his left leg into his abdomen, and resumes his stance.

" I think the bastage is toying with me..."

[The Lounge Lizard]

:: As Fewd kicks LL's abdomen, the Dark Jedi gasps as he loses his breath. He hunches over slightly, mouth open...but he quickly looks up, and his teeth clamp in anger. LL reaches and grabs Fewd's ankle with his right hand, pulling the foot away and placing his left hand over the foot, spinning the foot with a quick turn. Fewd flips in the air, spinning around the axis going down his extended leg. LL waits until the disorienting effect sets in, and catches Fewd's leg again behind the ankle, turning his body, and driving his right elbow just below the knee, causing the downward momentum to slam Fewd face-down into the mud ::

[Fewdman]

A barely audible gasp is heared as LL's elbow connects with Fewd's knee. The fact that Morgans eyes are essentially glued shut provides a small comfort that there is no mud in his eyes. Fewd rolls backwards onto his feet, but his left leg collapses under him.


TTT for LL, wherever he is... and now TTT, because LL is on AIM.

[The Lounge Lizard]

:: LL uses the opportunity to gain distance from Fewd, breathing deeply to offset the body shot he took. As Fewd begins to work his way up, LL turned his neck slightly, popping several vertebrae ::

[videl1999]

*Videl watches with interest although slightly confused about what is going on here*

[Fewdman]

Fewd sits up in the muck, and lays back down again.
"Ugh."

He mentally assess the damage done.
Broken leg, eyes melted shut (who knew what the hell his face looked like?), and a broken rib. Joy...
And then the strangest thing happend. It suddenly occoured to Fewd that this was pretty funny.

"HehehhahahhHAHAHAHHAHHHAHAHAHA!"
*Pant. "Hahhahah." Deep Breath*

[The Lounge Lizard]

:: LL straightens up, scowling at the obviously delirious Jedi ::

Get a hold of yourself. You should keep all of your wits intact when you die.

:: LL extends an open hand towards Fewd, and a faint wafting effect can be seen in the air in front of LL as it is suddenly compressed inward by the Force. ::

[Fewdman]

" yourself get hold of a die wits intact your you when. mefetbliftsblaaaa. " Fewd spit the bent phrase back at Lounge Lizard.
Fewd's mind whirlled about with strange colors, floating words, and some very odd pyrotechnics. His laughter soon turned to crying. It had occoured to him, on some level, that it seemed more appropriate, to be crying. The logical segment of his mind, had determined that his sensory input had a few screws loose. It also determined that his leg was merely sprained, and not broken, along with the fact his head had been bumped pretty hard.

The air glowed oddly around the Jedi

[The Lounge Lizard]

:: LL closed his eyes as his hand slowly began to close. As it did, the sphere of Force-compressed air tightens, increasing the atmospheric pressure as well as temperature. After a few seconds, a few sparks begin to become visible, soon blossoming into a greenish-yellow plasma flame, as the gasseous matter began to change state due to pressure and temperature distortion ::

[Fewdman]

Fewd pulled his knees to his chest and begun muttering odd things, half words and whole words inside of other words. The glow turned to a sickly shade of green.

[The Lounge Lizard]

:: The greenish sphere contracted further, shaking the area around with its increasing potential energy. The glow from the sphere intensified, pressure and temperature straining the compressed air inside to astronomical proportions ::

I do not know what you are planning, Jedi...but it will be of no use. I will kill you, make you an example of you to your Jedi peers, and take back what is not yours. You will die in vain....and it could have all been avoided.