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 Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 2:12 pm
Solomon had miscaculated, his opponents skill with that blasted weapon striking much to swiftly to effectvely get out of the way. The Force gave him some warning though, and so he managed to move a bit and then pump out a bit of the Force to cushion the force of the blow. Instead of severing the limb the blade would cut deeply into the muscle and tissue of his leg. The heat from the blade did a bit to cauterize the wound but the pain of the slice and falling to the ground caused him to stop the throw of the bokken.
The power of the Force Lightning mixed with Shatterpoint, even though it struck his shoulder would have weakened most of the joints in the arm, significantly. hopefully incapitating him for awhile while Solomon drew on the Force. Using what little energy he had left he managed to lean on his right knee while he numbed the pain from the wound. Already he was exhausted from the amount of energy he had drawn upon so swiftly, requiring some time for a short recuperation in order to countinue.
Placing a hand on the ground Solomon clenched his fist together and closed his eye a sharp needles of pain escaped the growing barrier against pain. Just as he felt he was too lose the pain he felt along with the feelings of loss and desperation could band togther as he drew power from the darkside in strong, thick waves. He could feel the dark power coursing swiftly through his body a sudden boost in power that focused a conflagaration of rage that seeped from his injured form.
When he looked up to James his eyes were taking on a golden hue as the dark jedi's drew more ower from the darkside, fueled by all the feelings he felt. A great power was growing within him, growing swiftly in the form of a reddish haze around Solomon.
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Posted: Wed Jun 17, 2009 4:03 pm
The bokken was never thrown then. James's opponent was in some deep s**t now.
If he wanted to spend that much time trying to recover from a leg injury, well, he was ********. James felt the rage emanate from the dark jedi though, and he held his armored fist up before him, now that he regained adequate control of it, the barest hint of a snarl gracing his lips.
"If you wanna hate", he began, a ball of fire coalescing into existence. It grew at an exponential rate in the palm of his hand, egged on by the deep reserves of power he had only begun to tap. At its largest, it was merely roughly the size of large grapefruit, but it wasn't the size that mattered. It was the concentration of the energy within.
He picked up his nodachi in the other hand. His gauntleted arm was now fully enveloped in his burning ki, and the arm seemed to tremble ever so slightly from just holding and containing that flame.
"Hate your weakness"
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 6:34 pm
James words weren't elping at all, well they were. They helped draw more power into a swiftly concentrating point of energy. The powers he were drawing upon wrapped tightly around his form, mostly concentrating in front of him. The dark side energies swelled due to the pain constantly felt from his wound as Solomon manipulated the growing power into a sutiable form.
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Posted: Thu Jun 18, 2009 7:08 pm
As the Jedi called upon the alien energies that he wielded, it looked as if it would never occur to him that, that, might've been what James wanted.
Gather up all of that power into one point. Prepare to have it wasted. That faint, almost feral smirk never left his face. If Solomon thought he was biding time for the ultimate attack, well, he only had to remember that it worked both ways to know what folly it was going to be.
The fireball seemed to burst in his hands as James clenched his armored fist, fires racing to envelope his body. It spread over his form like a virus, bright, and dangerous, renewing the inferno on his sword as well.
"Here I go!" he roared. The storm of light on his sword grew ever more intense as the flames imbued the weapon with more raw power, refining the cutting edge to a supernatural degree. In its natural state, Amaterasu was already a weapon that could effectively cleave the spiritual, the magical, the physical, and pretty much all inbetween.
Empowered. Well, Solomon would find out exactly what it could do as James chambered his right hand close to his chest, and brought the nodachi down using his left, straight ontop of on his opponent's arms, slicing through and disrupting the alien powers before it to lop off the jedi's limbs like a hot knife through butter.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 9:09 am
It was the power that Solomon had been accumalating that allowed him to move. A sudden roll away from the blade that seemed almost planned, as if the dark jedi knew it would happen. During his roll the pain in his leg burned to a point where Solomon almost passed out from the raw agony. The man would not let something like that happen, instead throwing out the gathered energies in a powerful, dark energy infused wave.
The wave was white, a constrast against the gathered energies, but it was rimmed with a noticeable red outline as it expanded in a omnidirectional wave. This wave made the previous visible one seem like a simple poke as it blasted sand and Force Lightning all around the dark jedi. With the power leaving him the dark jedi crumpled, only hoping he managed to do some significant damage to his opponent.
The wave itself, in fused with Shttaerpoint possessed eough power to turn a mighty man like James into little more than a blackened rag doll with several broken bones all over his body. With his eyes barely kept open Solomon waited for the air to clear.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 12:26 pm
Why omnidirectional? Why not just focus all of it into a narrower beam, and fire it at the slayer then? The power of the massive force wave was going to be rather disappointingly short of being able to take James out. The martial artist was but a boulder in the river, and though the river could rage, and though the river could flood, the rock would not be worn away. Not today.
Solomon would have plenty of time to muse on that after he woke up.
Though it wasn't no small feat to break through the wall of Force energy. It was possible. James had done it time and time again in the arena of battle against many different people. It was not how much power one had, for example, his opponent clearly demostrated the ability to summon and use his alien powers in great and versatile methods, it was about how, and when, you used yours.
With his ki still concentrated on him for the most part, empowering muscle and metal in equal amounts, James burst through the cloud of dust and thunder. The Jedi's energies was spread thin in this attack, and the oriental warrior took advantage of that, breaking through like a spear. He was not immune to the shatterpoint, he was not immune to the pain. There was simply something else that fueled him, most might've called it adrenaline, James would attribute it to an iron will. The crowd would've been able to see the expression of cold fury on his face, hear the words of the end on his lips, and perhaps, even see Solomon's expression were it not for the sand cloud that was kicked up in the heat of the moment.
Solomon would see though. He'd see a large armored fist coming toward his mass dead center in a extremely powerful haymaker. That might miss. It looked like James might've been slightly out of his own reach, maybe he didn't want to risk getting cut by the sword, maybe he was just teasing. It was a wild swing however, and if it didn't hit, he looked like he'd most certainly be open.
Not really!
As the fist reached the point where it would have connected if Solomon was closer, a short-ranged, but large blast of flame was emitted as James conducted one of the ascended variations of his classic fire punch style to date. It was the apex form of a most basic technique for the martial artist. Quote: Explosive Burst- The standard way James will use a "fire punch". When punching or kicking or grabbing, James may emit, for a small cost a small, but explosive fire charge an inch or two from his hands/feet. This is his most basic fighting technique upon which nearly every other skill is based. Such an technique extends his striking range, adds a blinding effect, burns the opponent, stuns them with raw force pressure, adds a second "hit" to every attack, and it can vary greatly in power and shape and force.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 1:00 pm
Solomon had time for one simple word before the fist ******** there had been a nice blinding explosion that filled the arena it would have been a nice way to be struck. Instead Solomon felt the raw power from the blow, the flames exploding along his face. Luckily for the dark jedi his final attack had drained enough ot of him to peacefully fall unconsciously. Pfft, not! Solomon got to feel the raw agony of flames on his skin, raw power directed into the swing that sent the dark jedi tumbling backwards until he was on his back, his fac contorted into one of pain. Only then did the dark jedi lose consciousness.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 1:52 pm
When the dust settled, all was revealed to the crowd as the handsome oriental warrior hunched over and breathing heavily, and his opponent quite some distance away, clearly not getting up again for the rest of the fight.
James lulled his head back, taking slow gasps of air. His muscles were cramping up something fierce, highly unusual. He deduced that must've been a byproduct of that energy wave Solomon produced, t'was like hitting some sort of lightning barrier.
"Good experience for when I fight D" he concluded softly, and just drank in the roar of the crowd. Medics were arriving on the scene to pick up the fallen fighter, as Eredas simply hefted his sword up over his shoulder and took a casual pose.
"Owari" he said simply.
Fight end.
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