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Description: Though Midus knew there was a storm approaching, instead of closing the ceilings of the fighting arenas, he has instead decided to keep them open to add an interesting aspect to the next round. Instead of a nice, warm sunny day, the fighters would instead be fighting in the harsh condition of ten mile per hour winds that will sometimes gust to thirty mph, heavy rain drops (though not disturbing enough to cause total distraction to sight; maybe 20% reduction), and the occasional thunderbolt lighting up the skies. To help make the arena more comfortable for the fighters, the floor has been turned into low cut grass to help keep traction. However, if the ground is dug up too much, mud and dirt will be added to the terrain.

Despite the weather, the crowd of people have come to watch the fight, wielding umbrellas over their heads.

Special Conditions: Fire is a bit weaker here since it'll be harder to start up one without the rain putting it out. And electricity will get a bigger boost in strength, though it will also short out much faster than if wielded normally by the fighters who possess it.

Field Measurements:
Ring: 70 yard diameter

Ten Count Boundary: As soon as a fighter enters the bleachers, the count begins. The flying rule remains, as well.

Also approaching the ring was Solomon, a now very somber dark jedi. He had lost his first match, horribly in all accounts and so when he looked at his youthful expression there was only heavy dissappointment. He was a wreck, you could see it in his dull eyes.

The crowd would boo at the man, obviously rooting for the one who actually won his own match. Luckily they weren't throwing anything, too busy holding up their umbrella's. He sighed, definetly not in the mood for a fight. His opponent wouldn't even hear the words he spoke, even if the weather were fine.

Slowly the man drew his wooden bokken, holding it in a reverse grip, the blade parallel with his left arm. He would realize the man would not have heard him the first time and speak again, his voice flat and tired.

"Just ge this over with,"

The man didn't even look up, his gaze now centered on the low cut grass. He could barely even hear the roar of the thunder, the fall of the rain, or the cries of the audience. All he could sense was his failure and that brought a feeling of emptiness from deep within his soul that turned him into what he was now. An empty shell of a man, not worthy to even stand against the lowest of combatants.

Solomon's body was numb; he couldn't even feel the drag of his wet clothing, or even the rain falling on his skin. He was lucky his katana was still held in his hands, albeit very loosely. In his mind he was falling but he didn't know it. It felt more like floating in a chasm while the ground rushed sluggishly to the heavens, leaving him to lie on something soft.

His eyes glazed over as he stared at the grass and suddenly he was filled with a feeling so euphoric, so amazing, so inspiring he stopped falling. He felt it, warmth creeping deeply into his body, representing the infinite inferno of life that throbbed around him. From the small aura of the low cut grass to the powerful net of life that nearly blinded him in its intensity.

Life. It touched him, and brought him back from the limbo he was previously fated to lie in. He warmed at it's touched and the dull chasm that threatened to consume him was cracked. Golden light spilled through hairline fractures until he was soaring in the air, kept aloft by the raw infinite aura that surrounded him. Even the annoying pain in his left leg was welcomed. He would take pain over death any day. Pain meant he was still alive, and with that life he could still fight.

He slowly raised his head to face his opponent, instantly noting how he shrugged off his clothing so he wouldn't be hampered by the downpour of rain. Solomon copied this gesture, shedding the thin layers of clothing he had worn on his torso. His dark skin allowed him to stand out amongst the fair skinned men and woman of Gaia, but he still possessed the common well sculpted body of a fighter.

"Sorry about that. Bad nerves," he responded switching the katana to a normal grip but moving it to his right hand. As lightning flashed across the sky it became apparent Solomon was grinning widely. He bent his knee’s, crouching low to the ground then moved his right arm, positioning the sword overhead and angled downward.

Wind tossed his brown hair to the side as the dark Jedi put on a more determined face.

"I'll make sure you don't forget this fight!"

And with that he sprinted forward, his bent knee's straightening as he charged toward Bishop, his left hand slightly curled and held behind his swiftly approaching form. He moved at the average human speed for a Gaian, leaves dancing around his feet as they were trampled during his approach. He moved his right arm to the side, the blade now pointing to his right. He would however watch out for Bishop’s shield. He would try to get an idea of how he used it before attacking seriously, and so to do this he slowed down a bit before he got within ten meters of Bishop.

And so the grey knight charged the start of a battle that marked his return. There was no backing down now.

Solomon slowed down, his fet sliding in the grass for a few seconds until he lightly skipped to Bishop's left. He moved easily and swiftly, landing soleley on his right foot while at the same time twisting his wrist, turning the cutting edge of his katana forward.

The strike was swift, a flash of silver steel along the shield.

Just as he touched the ground he twisted his wrist, the cutting edge of the blade now facing forward [To Bishop], while sweeping his blade in for simple horizontal slash. Just as the screech of metal on metal started Solomon hopped back, pushing away with his right foot. As he landed his wrist would twist then he would pull his right arm back, the katana once again pointing to the side.

To regai nhis balance Solomon skipped back once more then dug both feet ino the ground, left leg leading. After this Solomon would lean on the balls of his feet, gathering Force energies under his upraised soles.

It was euphoric.

His body seemed to react on it's own, some grand puppeteer tugging numerous strings. He just felt as if he had nothing to worry about for tose seconds as his body reacted to Bishop's well timed reaction. While some Gaiains would have somehow kept their balance and managed to counterattack, Solomon instead fell.

But as soon as he started falling a thick wave of blue erupted from his left hand, forming instantly into a wide glove that threatened to envelop Bishop. Due to his close proximity and the suddeness of the attack it should easily envelop the man, rendering him motionless. Even if he tried to move back or to the side quickly the wave would extend or widen, although Bishop moving in the incredibly short time to react would be pretty hard to pull off.

Force Grasp.

A basic ability all Jedi and Sith should know. It moved very quickly and although in Gaia it was very visible, it could still ensnare the unsuspecting. Even with heightened reflexes the the glove covered a wide area and would extend in a globe around Bishop. He would feel as if he were foating and as Solomon moved his fingers around Bishops would be moved to a spread eagle position, upside down. Standing up, the dark Jedi smirked, a very dark look passing across his face as he envisioned the pan he would cause to his opponent.

"Oh your gonna like this," Well at least Solomon would.

Solomon raised his left hand quickly, sending Bishop a few feet off the ground befoe smashing him heavily into the ground, head first, four times in rapid succession.

"Your gonna LIKE. THIS. ALOT!!!" He roared loudly, the fiery feeling of power coursing through every vein, pulsating from every pore in his body.

As he slammed his opponent down he could feel the conflicting energies of Gaia and the Force starting to draw strain on the hold so Solomon gathered Force into his palm in large amounts and as fast as he could.

In the limited time he had the concentrated the Force into an azure sphere, probably about the size of a volleyball, and sent it hurtling, with a slight curve, toward Bishop's floating form and would crash with a resounding blow to his neck/jaw area.

"Get out of my way!"

About 960 newtons of force would strike at an angle, made to hit underneath his jaw, slam against the collarbone, and even push against his windpipe simuetaenously. Not only should it send Bishop head over heels ten to fifteen yards but the blow should have rattled his skull something fierce. His neck would certaintly be bruised and his collarbone might even have a fracture. It all depended on his durability and such.

Turning around dramatically he moved his weapon in a flashy display of skill and accuracy then turned around with an extravagent floursih.

"Hmph! Fool,"

Breathing in deeply he tasted the wild maelstorm of emotion rumbling from the crowd, the power in the air as the weather raged around him. He shivered with the power he was free to draw upon then turnd his eye back to Bishop.

Well mabye for a second.

Another timely intervention from the Force. As electricity was released into his body he naturally put up a sort of shield, an instinct that had saved his life many times. It came from within his body, canceling out the effect of the electricity while at the same time releasing a wide wave of the force.

It was about seven feet wide and a few feet taller than Bishop, shaped like a big blue glove.

The wave travelled toward Bishop, his own electric charge carried in it's form and due to his close proximity and the unpredictability of the wide wave he would be struck with previously stated force, reaching up to 900 newtons of force.

Some might call it a repulse, a wave of the force that pushed oncoming attacks back at the opponent. Whatever it was called Bishop would receive it all over his body, strong enough to send him flying backwards before...

He stopped suddenly, a Force Grasp cleverly hidden behind the 'repulse' that would hold him in the air before he was slammed down four times in quick succession, head first with his body spread eagle.

Solomon held Bishop up with his left hand then Force dashed forward on the balls of his feet, faint blue after images trailing behind his body as he leapt into the air, far enough to be away from any punches thrown, and thrust his katana forward. It moved at a remarkable speed, flying straight toward Bishops stomach with a growing blue aura.

"Eat this!"

On contact the blade should sink into Bishops body while released an explosive force directly into his body, reaching a point of power where it could even damage organs in his stomach. Definetly as lethal move. With that executed Bishop would be blown away from the sword which would return to Solomon's hand.

Repulse, Grasp, Speed, Saber Throw, and Push. All the techniques took a considerable drain on his Force powers, however he didn't show any signs of exhaustion besides slightly labored breathing. His katana back in his right hand he checked off how many more Force abilities he could try out and realised Force Lightning wouldn't be available for a few more minutes..But Bishop didn't know that.

He raised his left hand at Bishop, fingers splayed as the dark jedi smirked.

"Aren't you going to get up..Your not afraid of my Lightning are you?"

Well at least it was some damage. He'd have to start holding back less and less on Bishop.

Wiping rain from his eyes and blinking rapidly before experimently twirling his katana in his right hand.His left hand in it's splayed out position would splay out as Bishop came closer. It seemed as if he had released some powerful invisible blow threatening to overcome Bishop and slam into his body...

However instead Solomon started to back up, beggining to laugh as he lightly moved around Bishop in a clockwise circle. His katana was held loosely in his right hand, pointing at the ground as the dark jedi watched his enemy.

"You look a hurt..I'm going to ENJOY RIPPING YOU APART!" he yelled, his voice mingling with the crashing lightning. It was a bit hard moving around so quickly in the mud.

Nothing unusual happened to Bishop he just countinued his charge while Solomon tried to keep his grip in the ground. The mud clung to his feet as he crouched, anticipating Bishop's charge. As his opponent came forth he grabbed some mud off the ground then leapt back once Bishop was just out of sword range. The jump backward was angled to the left, away from Bishops hockey check.

"Me sinister?" he chuckled darkly. "You don't know the meaning of he word yet,"

The mud started to drip from his fingers but he kept it in his hands. When he landed four meters away he would leap instantly to his left, Bishop's right before stopping. At the same time he was gaining more a more Force energy to draw on.