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Post by E.A. Poe on Aug 15, 2009 16:28:55 GMT -5
Scratch that, nevermind.
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Post by MikDaTv on Aug 15, 2009 22:54:41 GMT -5
OOC: The outer plates are made of phrik, but only the outer plates.
Jor's lightsaber crossed with Daken's, blocking the low attack but leaving Jor is a awkward position as his leg was up at Draken's head level and his lightsaber was crossed beneath it blocking Draken's blade. "Hmmm... how did this happen." He said to himself.
Jor's left leg kicked off the ground, forcing Jor onto his back and bringing his left leg up into a drop kick.
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Post by E.A. Poe on Aug 15, 2009 23:15:58 GMT -5
::Daken turned his body to Jor's right side, dodging the kick and letting Jor hit the ground hard as he gained the advantage, still holding on to Jor's right leg with his left hand. As Jor his the ground, Daken noticed something. He would exploit it later. He let go of the leg, and moved to Jor's right side, away from his foe's saber. He took a knee to expose less of his legs to low strikes, and began to rain blow after blow of vertical strikes, each one more ferocious than the last.::
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Post by E.A. Poe on Aug 15, 2009 23:56:06 GMT -5
(Would you mind if I ask if the joints are made of Phrik?)
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Post by MikDaTv on Aug 16, 2009 3:01:49 GMT -5
OOC: The cloth underlayer is comprised of ring carbon mesh laced with phrik cord. it's obviously much less resistant then the plating so injury can result, but offers enough protection to help prevent dismemberment and absorbs a lot of force from high energy impacts.
Jor's lightsaber was a flash of green, deflecting and parrying blows left and right. Months ago, Jor wouldn't have been able to keep up with the younger Jedi. He would have had to resort to using the force to bolster his waning stamina, but now he could keep up with the best of them on pure physique alone. His cybornetic implants and replacements didn't need oxygen and blood and chalories. they were powered by the cold fusion reactor that had replaced Jor's stomach.
Jor wasn't one to stay on the ground long. His repulsorpack turned on and he floated off the ground. The miniature ion engine in the heels of his boots started spinning up as did the miniature turbines in his backpack unit. "I'd stand back a few if i were you." He said. His helmet display gave him all the information he'd need for atmospheric flight. Jor was actually quite excited. this would be the first real test of the suits flight systems. He hoped they were as good as the MK II's.
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Post by E.A. Poe on Aug 16, 2009 3:09:58 GMT -5
::Daken frowned and jumped backwards he had not anticipated this, and had hoped for his foe to roll over. He pushed off of the ground and moved backwards. He would have to think on this one. As he retreated, he performed a short slash at the exhaust pipe on his foe's right side. Daken remained silent and watched, increasing the distance between himself and his foe to twenty feet.::
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Post by MikDaTv on Aug 16, 2009 3:26:29 GMT -5
The jets fired and Jor shot up about 50 feet before doing a forward flip and spin before landing on the ground again, facing his enemy once more with lightsaber in both hands held vertical, with tip pointed slightly out.
"That was cool, i know, but don't feel discouraged. You'll might be that cool one day too." Jor said. "Now, who's go is it? Is it mine? i kinda lost track there while i was on the ground."
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Post by E.A. Poe on Aug 16, 2009 3:31:47 GMT -5
::Daken moved forward quickly, closing the distance before taking up his Soresu stance again and inching forward slowly. He analyzed his foe, and tought on where to strike. Daken gripped his lightsaber calmly and contined to inch forward, watching Jor's blade. He remained silent.::
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Post by MikDaTv on Aug 16, 2009 4:03:35 GMT -5
"Ok, for the record. your really boring." Jor said as he bounded forward and swung his saber like a baseball bat, horizontally, at Daken's left side, with the combined strength of his muscles and mechanical parts.
"Let it be known that when this is over. win or lose. I kicked your ass in the witty banter department."
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Post by E.A. Poe on Aug 16, 2009 4:07:38 GMT -5
::Daken stayed low, stepping back and parrying the blow past his body, locking it out of the equation before stepping in and throwing at knee at Jor's groin and a sharp elbow across his visor, hoping to crack it.::
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Post by MikDaTv on Aug 16, 2009 4:39:55 GMT -5
The knee hit his groin plate. It was armored, but the groin was the groin and Jor was none to happy about it. The elbow to the helmet didn't help his disposition about it either.
His head shot forward for a helmeted head butt to push Daken back. His lightsaber twirled in his hand and came up over his head for another powerful strike, this one a vertical axe attack.
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Post by E.A. Poe on Aug 16, 2009 4:47:17 GMT -5
::Daken lowered his horned skull, it's tough ridges taking most of the damage. He did, however, stumble backwards at the clever attack. He side-stepped to Jor's left, extending his blade to block Jor's at an angle, so that his blade could continue downwards, but was forced away. As Jor's powerful strike followed through, Daken realized that he had stepped far enough out of the way. He circled with one quick step and turned his lightsaber off, freeing it from his foes as it moved away with Jor's strike. Daken then moved it past Jor's guard, reactivating it in the same moment, aiming the extending blade at Jor's visor. A technique called Trakata.
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Post by MikDaTv on Aug 16, 2009 4:56:20 GMT -5
As the blade extended towards Jor's face, his danger sense told him things were about to go poorly for him. His left arm shot up in a circular motion and he batted the blade to the side with his forearm. Sparks showered as the blade made contact with the metal and the shield generator fizzled into non-existence, now only a black scorch on the top of Jor's forearm.
"Wax On!" Jor shouted and punched with his right hand which still held his activated lightsaber. His gauntlet fist was bound for Daken's collar bone.
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Post by E.A. Poe on Aug 16, 2009 5:02:57 GMT -5
::Daken withdrew his lightsaber once again and took a quick step backwards, activating it again to place it between his body and Jor's saber, now being out of range of the punch. He would block it if it came forward. Right now he would bide his time. He was still within striking range.::
"It's not your wit that's your weakness...It's your footwork..."
::Daken smiled a crooked smile.::
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Post by MikDaTv on Aug 16, 2009 5:40:12 GMT -5
"Ah ha. he made a joke... a really bad one, but there's hope for you yet." Jor said. He leaped back real quick but not for long.
When his feat touched the ground again the jets on his back fired and launched him forward. His saber came across in a one handed horizontal slice powered by his now impressive forward momentum as he arced towards Daken.
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