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Post by Elifain on Jan 11, 2011 14:28:05 GMT -5
Saerel stood, staring out at the majestic Colosseum on Geonosis. It was packed with creatures, all expecting to watch him fight to the death, and that was probably what he was doing.
After a moment of the Geonosians and other species screaming down at him, The lone mandalorian drew out his heavy repeater Carbine, and set himself ready for whatever would come out for him. He waited, quietly, in his Durosteel armor, a sad replacement for the bescar armor he usually wore, but it would have to do... this time.
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Post by Zilfer on Jan 11, 2011 14:53:38 GMT -5
DM:
Five sith slaves were forced out into the Arena much to the crowds delight and they moved to meet their enemy in the center.
Four of the sith rush forward to attack after surrounding, Saerel, each attacking with a sith sword.
Every single attack either misses or bounces of Saerel's armor!
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Post by Elifain on Jan 11, 2011 15:05:46 GMT -5
Saerel ducked and weaved as the 4 men surrounding him swung at him, dodging the swings as best he could, before leveling his repearter carbine towards the one, dead center in front of him. He pulled the trigger, and the carbine spat out two rounds.
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Post by Zilfer on Jan 11, 2011 15:19:52 GMT -5
DM:
Saerel's blast levels the poor little bastard(21 damage) before the next one steps up in it's place and swings. It along with another sith out of the bunch manage to hit Saerel piercing his armor.
A total of 14 damage.
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Post by Elifain on Jan 11, 2011 15:24:56 GMT -5
Saerel, exstatic at having leveled one of the slaves, turns to the second one who had hit him, ignoring the first, and leveled his rifle that way. He pulled the trigger once, sending a shot at the man, calling out, FOR MANDALORE! as he did. *power blast*
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Post by Zilfer on Jan 11, 2011 15:27:42 GMT -5
DM:
Yet another side falls down from the damage done by Saerel's rifle. (20 damage) The remaining three desperately try to take him down. Unfortunately Saerel's armor holds up once again bouncing the sith swords off.
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Post by Elifain on Jan 11, 2011 15:43:25 GMT -5
Saerel laughed out loud as he noted the second man fall. He quickly spun to get a bead on a second man, shooting at him, before turning still, to put a second round in line with a second sith.
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Post by Zilfer on Jan 11, 2011 15:52:46 GMT -5
DM:
Saerel's blasts hit both his intended targets. They look wounded and barely standing however they continue knowing to retreat is to only find death. They all swing their swords and miss.
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Post by Elifain on Jan 11, 2011 15:54:43 GMT -5
Saerel, starting to become confident, says, in basic, Whats wrong? want me to start playin handicapped?
As he finished, he turned to the man who he had yet to shoot, and fired two rounds at the man, as he laughed at the mans wounded friends.
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Post by Zilfer on Jan 11, 2011 16:01:12 GMT -5
DM:
Another barrage lays the unwounded one dead on the ground. One of the wounded one gets out a belly roar and smashes his sith blade into Saerel giving him a bruise beneath the armor! (4 damage) The other one is barely hanging onto his life and cannot muster up the strength his companion had.
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Post by Elifain on Jan 12, 2011 0:16:11 GMT -5
Sylk turned in retaliation to the man who had hit him, albie only to bruise him, and pulled the trigger on his rifle once.
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Post by Zilfer on Jan 12, 2011 10:51:44 GMT -5
DM:
Saerel's bolts fly into the man blasting a whole the size of an orange in his chest, leaving scarred tissue around his chest. The last sith slave retaliated slashing at Saerel, and his armor protected him yet again.
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Post by Elifain on Jan 12, 2011 14:10:36 GMT -5
saerel replaced his gun on his back, drawing forth a sword off the ground from the sith slave he had just slain, before turning at the final sith, a maniacle grin on his face.
Lets go, little one. He taunted.
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