Serratus's Open Challenge

Lord Aequitas

((Hmm...I'll allow it...but I'm keeping an eye on both of you))
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High Prophet Crozeus

((That's what a good GM does Wink

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Crozeus was flung into the air, the shockwave of the explosion ripping the air from his lungs. As he began to fall adrenaline took over and he pushed the Force to the ground with all he could to slow his fall, at least to prevent his death. He spread his arms and legs to maximize the surface area of his impact and braced himself. He had turned his head so fortunately his nose escaped being broken again, but the same could not be said for his right arm, which had hit the snow first, as the wind and made him hit the snow at an angle.

His shoulder was dislocated and his wrist and probably a few fingers broke. A pair of ribs cracked as did his shin, and he dislocated his ankle. He simply lay there, in pain so unbelievable he dared not to move. After gingerly testing his limbs to see what hurt when he tried to move, he summoned as much of the Force he could and tried to numb the pain. Healing with the Force was not a very Sithly thing, but in circumstances like this, it was necessary.
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High Mage Serratus

Serratus shook the snow from his eyes and started looking around for Crozeus, both visually and in the Force and quickly located him trying to heal himself. Serratus was about 90 now and still not giving up. He charged at Crozeus, bellowing through the Force, launching Force pushes like bullets before aiming a stab straight at Crozeus's wrist.
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If you see dreadlocks and a staff coming towards you very rapidly, you're in trouble.

High Prophet Crozeus

Crozeus moaned as he gathered the Force in around himself before repulsing it outwards, knocking Serratus back. Still desperately healing himself he clambered painfully to his feet and ignited the one lightsaber he could, the wrist mounted one on his left wrist. He held it loosely in front of him and saw Serratus barely a few feet ahead of him. Crozeus cast one more spell with what energy he could - Drain Life. He was too weak to cast a Death Field at the moment, so Drain Life would have to do. Energy from Serratus was burned out of him and transferred directly to the shattered Prophet, healing his wounds and powering him on while weakening the wrinkled High Mage.
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High Mage Serratus

Serratus felt the energy draining from him but was too determined, ignorant or stupid to care. He started lifting snow into the air but this time all the little balls joined together to make one big ball. When the sphere was roughly the size of himself, he tossed it at Crozeus and erected a Force Barrier to block his opponent's Drain Life.
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If you see dreadlocks and a staff coming towards you very rapidly, you're in trouble.

High Prophet Crozeus

Crozeus' Drain Life kept going even though it was no longer reaching it's target. The sheer power of the Force ripped the ball in half, though it kept going and covered Crozeus with snow. The weight of it forced him to his knees. However, he was restored enough now, his broken bones were together but tender. Aside from one thing.

He grasped his right arm with his left and pulled as hard as he could. The pain was agonising yet he kept going, using it to fuel his strength. He pulled until he could move the ball of his arm around his shoulder and into the socket, which it did with a sickening click. Gasping from the pain Crozeus rolled his shoulder around and swung his arm a few times. All he felt now, aside from the pangs of pain, was tired. Very, very tired. He grabbed his main blade and ignited it as well as igniting his wrist blade on his right arm. Only his third weapon, the double saber, was kept in it's holster.

He looked into Serratus' eyes, daring him to attack.
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Venedictos Appo · Sith Apprentice Joined: 29 Jul 2009 Posts: 98

{Confused two threads, my bad.} ~ Venedictos
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"You are greater than any I have ever trained. By killing me here—you have rewarded me more than you can possibly know." ~ Darth Traya

High Mage Serratus

((It's cool, it was bound to happen eventually with about fifteen glowing green sabers everytime anyone logs on.))

Serratus twirled his saberstaff like a baton, once, twice, three times before charging at Crozeus. He jumped into the air and threw his saberstaff in a wide arc behind Crozeus before switching to a flying kick.

As he neared his opponent, he grabbed hold of Crozeus's sabers and used them to propel himself into his foe's chest just as his saberstaff finished its flight and started making its way back to its master who had just placed Crozeus in the saber's path.
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If you see dreadlocks and a staff coming towards you very rapidly, you're in trouble.

High Prophet Crozeus

Crozeus could feel the staff approaching very rapidly towards his back. He allowed himself to be pushed by Serratus' kick onto the snow, then he raised a single blade. As the staff came round, the shaft of it bashed against his blade, forcing it to pivot and continue forward - the blade heading straight for Serratus' chest. To aid the process, Crozeus added energy of the Force behind it to increase its speed and ergo the difficulty it would be to dodge it.
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High Mage Serratus

Rather than dodge it, Serratus batted the saberstaff aside and made no attempt to retrieve it. Instead, he started pummelling Crozeus with Force pushes while his opponent was still on the ground. Serratus was nearing 120 at this stage and old age was taking serious root in his body.
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If you see dreadlocks and a staff coming towards you very rapidly, you're in trouble.

High Prophet Crozeus

Crozeus was being pummeled into the ground by Push after Push. It wasn't particularly painful, but it felt like there was a great weight above him and he couldn't stand up. It was most infuriating, and that fury gave him strength. He quickly put up a Force Shield, which bounced Serratus' Pushes directly into him. Then Crozeus scissor kicked, trying to knock Serratus to the floor while he stood up.
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High Mage Serratus

Serratus was suddenly down in the snow and Crozeus was suddenly above him. The High Mage reached out his hand and summoned his saberstaff with the Force and held it readily. He was well into his 130s now and his strength was starting to leave him but he was as stubborn as a mule and not prepared to give up.
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If you see dreadlocks and a staff coming towards you very rapidly, you're in trouble.

High Prophet Crozeus

Crozeus, breathing heavily, decided there would be no point in attacking with his saber as Serratus would easily block it. Therefore, he decided that a punch in the face would be more effective, as it would be far harder to block. With his other hand, Crozeus let loose a barrage of Dark Lightning.
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High Mage Serratus

Serratus reacted as quickly as someone his magically-induced age could react and met Crozeus's lightning with lightning of his own. As the two streams connected, Crozeus's fist made contact with Serratus's jaw, drawing blood. Serratus was getting weak. He had expended enough energy in the fight itself without Crozeus's spellwork doubling the load. His foe's lightning was creeping ever closer to his increasingly wrinkly fingers and Serratus was left with no advantage except for underestimation.

Summoning the Force to him once more, he stared Crozeus hard in the eyes and smiled.

Then he throw his saber at Crozeus before rolling to his side and out of the reach of Crozeus's lightning before launching three Force pushes, one at his opponent's feet, one at his head and one at his chest. Serratus scrambled to his feet and prepared himself for a return attack by Crozeus, this time relying on his skill in hand-to-hand combat, aided and abetted by his crushgaunts.
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If you see dreadlocks and a staff coming towards you very rapidly, you're in trouble.

High Prophet Crozeus

Crozeus raised the Lightning casting arm to shock the lightsaber flying at him and send it clattering away. He could not block the Force Pushes and was sent staggering back, fortunately Serratus did not press the attack, instead standing back and waiting to be attacked.

Not wanting to even attempt to engage Serratus with those crushgaunts, even though he was plagued by age, Crozeus stepped back and sighed. He was stiff from fighting off the Force Pushes and he doubted he could fight for much longer. A small Death Field popped up around Crozeus, draining energy from small creatures around him, bugs and the like, to give him a bit more strength. He looked at Serratus, standing there ready for him.

"Look at yourself, High Mage. If you aren't careful the changes are going to become irreversible."
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High Mage Serratus

For a moment Serratus said nothing. Then he smiled and lowered his fists.

"You remember, of course, all those years ago, seven years ago, in fact, that, for a time, I was to join the Church, before I was appointed High Mage. You trained me during that time and I don't forget anything I've been trained to do. When I was under your tutelage, I had a vision, I made a prophecy. Since then, I have not made another. Until recently."

Serratus removed his crushgaunts and stowed them away in his cloak and then summoned his saberstaff to his left hand before raising his right.

"The vision was blurry, vague, unclear, hazy. Immediately afterwards, I wrote some words. I don't remember thinking about them, I don't know they're full meaning. The words were thus;

Unification is the path of the Strange One,
But unification may be beyond him,
And if it is not,
Then he will go beyond unification.
A time will come, in the Land of the Dead
When life begets life, death begets death,
Chaos begets chaos and order begets order.
The tentacles of Fate shall reach far and wide,
They shall touch the Strange One,
And he shall be smote upon the breast,
By the one who knows him best,
The Truly Dark One."

Arbiter suddenly flew into Serratus's waiting right hand.

"I'm going to die soon, old friend, but you shall not be the one to do it, I know that much. You are not the Truly Dark One. You are the Soulless One."

The High Mage strapped Arbiter to his back and put his saberstaff in its holster.

"Heal me Crozeus. You have won the duel. Undo your magics before, as you say, they become permanent."
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If you see dreadlocks and a staff coming towards you very rapidly, you're in trouble.

High Prophet Crozeus

Crozeus nodded. He sheathed his weapons and stood in front of Serratus' withered form, both his hands in front of him, fingers splayed open, almost touching the High Mage's head. Serratus would feel burning, extreme heat as the Dark Side of the Force cocooned itself around Serratus, seeking out his wounds and healing them. Soon, the wrinkles in his skin began to fade and flatten out. The liver spots faded and were covered with hair, fast turning from grey to brown and lengthening into dreadlocks. His hunched posture was up-righted and he was soon standing tall again. Crozeus grasped his hand, feeling it firm and rough, not withered and saggy. He nodded.

"There you are, my friend. A tremendous fight. And an even more interesting vision. Of course, any Sith who venture to the Wayland Temple, like you did, will still experience the Dark Prophet, whether they join the Church or not. We should both meditate on this, and perhaps meet up to discuss our findings."
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High Mage Serratus

Serratus returned Crozeus's nod the sighed.

"Now we just have to remember where we parked."
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If you see dreadlocks and a staff coming towards you very rapidly, you're in trouble.

High Prophet Crozeus

Crozeus wondered up to the top of the snow dune and looked around. The pure white had been mutilated by all sorts of damage, and the hangar in the distance had apparently suffered a major collapse.

"That may take a while."

It was fortunate he had landed away from all the fighting. He checked his GPS scanner and located his ship... about three miles from his current location.

"Until next time, High Mage."

Then he began to run.
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High Mage Serratus

Serratus saluted Crozeus as he ran off into the snowdunes before heading back towards Echo Base, where he had left the Space Dragon.

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If you see dreadlocks and a staff coming towards you very rapidly, you're in trouble.

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