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@Double All true. Han's approach to battle was unexpected and obviously works in normal cirucmstances.
Can't imagine why not.
I gotcha!
In his sudden burst of speed, he managed to grab Wu Han, pull him off his feet, and thrust him into the waiting ocean. He made a big splash as he hit the waves, and Niko felt a certain satifaction at the accomplishment. 'That was where I went wrong back there. I was so focused on fighting Angela that I didn't think about the possibility of a ring-out.' Every single opponent he'd fought in the tournament had been knocked out, up until his fight with her. The possibility had never even occurred to him, even though it was completely viable. Maybe it was due to the fact that he'd wanted to fight the now-Champion, that he wanted to see what she had, and didn't want to disappoint her after the weird forfeit by Ace. Well...no matter. What's done is done, and what he learned from the fight he lost and the one he was in now would no-doubt aid his growth and understanding of the martial artist's world.
He knew that Wu would be fine after he hit the water. Braced as he was against attack, he'd be perfectly fine and recover in no time. That said, Niko was kind of surprised that - during the toss - some possessions flew free of the man's outfit. 'They call that a Gi, right? I think so...' He caught the things out of mid-air, so they wouldn't land in the water. They were all papers, which would be ruined if that occurred. He was just organizing them for the man when he...he saw his name on one, on all of them! What the hell was this? These papers all painted him as some kind of soldier of fortune, a mercenary and information-broker selling to the highest bidder. These accounts, these accusations of heinous crimes, this outright falsified data... What did they think he was? A dirty government hatchman? A war profiteer? A bonded hitman? What the hell? Who did this, and why? Niko turned to face the returning Wu Han, his face operating under the guidance of the WTF Foundation, as that was his expression.
The match was over, but clearly something else had started. This meeting was not a coincidence. The other man was now making his way back ashore in high spirits. He saw Niko with the papers and the general look about him and asked if perhaps now was a good time for some answers. He gave them man a nod.
"That would be preferred. Who are you, really? And why're you trying to frame me? Or was your aim something a little different?"
His eyes had narrowed suddenly at that last question, as he was starting to put it together. A strong fighter with a desire to see what he was made of...with that in his pockets...might have something a bit more final in mind for him, assuming he was not the one responsible for such information...but rather the recipient. Had he just found a bonded hitman, himself?
In his sudden burst of speed, he managed to grab Wu Han, pull him off his feet, and thrust him into the waiting ocean. He made a big splash as he hit the waves, and Niko felt a certain satifaction at the accomplishment. 'That was where I went wrong back there. I was so focused on fighting Angela that I didn't think about the possibility of a ring-out.' Every single opponent he'd fought in the tournament had been knocked out, up until his fight with her. The possibility had never even occurred to him, even though it was completely viable. Maybe it was due to the fact that he'd wanted to fight the now-Champion, that he wanted to see what she had, and didn't want to disappoint her after the weird forfeit by Ace. Well...no matter. What's done is done, and what he learned from the fight he lost and the one he was in now would no-doubt aid his growth and understanding of the martial artist's world.
He knew that Wu would be fine after he hit the water. Braced as he was against attack, he'd be perfectly fine and recover in no time. That said, Niko was kind of surprised that - during the toss - some possessions flew free of the man's outfit. 'They call that a Gi, right? I think so...' He caught the things out of mid-air, so they wouldn't land in the water. They were all papers, which would be ruined if that occurred. He was just organizing them for the man when he...he saw his name on one, on all of them! What the hell was this? These papers all painted him as some kind of soldier of fortune, a mercenary and information-broker selling to the highest bidder. These accounts, these accusations of heinous crimes, this outright falsified data... What did they think he was? A dirty government hatchman? A war profiteer? A bonded hitman? What the hell? Who did this, and why? Niko turned to face the returning Wu Han, his face operating under the guidance of the WTF Foundation, as that was his expression.
The match was over, but clearly something else had started. This meeting was not a coincidence. The other man was now making his way back ashore in high spirits. He saw Niko with the papers and the general look about him and asked if perhaps now was a good time for some answers. He gave them man a nod.
"That would be preferred. Who are you, really? And why're you trying to frame me? Or was your aim something a little different?"
His eyes had narrowed suddenly at that last question, as he was starting to put it together. A strong fighter with a desire to see what he was made of...with that in his pockets...might have something a bit more final in mind for him, assuming he was not the one responsible for such information...but rather the recipient. Had he just found a bonded hitman, himself?
@Double First, I wanna say that I like Wu Han's style. I wasn't allowed to make Niko realize too quickly what was going on, so what this led to was basically him learning from what he took from Angela's epic victory. If it had been anybody but someone who lost to her like he or Bakuto did, it might've gone differently. Second, I like the way you handled this, now that things have shifted slightly. You even made it look like 'Oh, he dropped this.'. (I'll be responding soonish.)
Trying a different tact. With the advent of 'My defense can wear you down', I invoke the possibility that 'My speed can bring you down'.
These feints... They were testing his reflexes, his reactions. He was on guard, maybe a little on edge. Was he overreacting or reacting just enough? It was hard to tell. What did Wu Han want from him? Niko had no idea who he was or what he did, apart from his name and martial arts fighting. Was he just trying to see what he was capable of, or was it more than that? No answers, no ideas, and yet there was this uneasy feeling that it was somehow a little more about him, in particular, unless Wu just didn't fancy his chances against Lee. The other man slowed down and spoke up again, complimenting him, and then changed his tact. Instead of being ready to take flight, like Niko would, he was now standing his ground, looking more prepared.
Wait, like Angela? Maybe not a technique, but he definitely looks more secure, although he HAS made a mistake...
He looked prepared to be the rock that breaks the crashing waves, but there was a problem in where he was standing: It was loose sand. It affected traction for both of them, but more-so for trying to keep still when a force is acting upon you than to be getting a move on. He wouldn't be able to necessarily stop himself if he was hit hard enough. The question was more about his balance. Would he be able to keep it in this case, or would he lose it and falter when he needed to stay upright and in control. The fact that they were basically surrounded by sand also meant that Niko could do other things, but he didn't want to bring techniques into it before it was necessary.
What he DID do was decide that the terrain and his speed could be put to good use here. Suddenly, Niko vanished. From the average person's perspective, anyway. Wu might've been able to follow it, or perhaps he was just more focused on enduring an attack. Except...Niko wasn't attacking. Not exactly. He wasn't going to try to hurt him, per se. In fact, the proper term might be to hurtle him, to throw Wu Han via grabbing and pulling him at speed, so that the force of his momentum would drag him off of his feet and toss him at the lapping waves of the ocean when he came to a stop at the ocean's edge. Only the landing could cause any harm. Niko was inflicting very little himself, in this case.
Velocity-Driven Grab-and-Toss!
Health: 121
Power Level: 96
--Attack: 5
---Speed: 90
-Defense: 1
Wait, like Angela? Maybe not a technique, but he definitely looks more secure, although he HAS made a mistake...
He looked prepared to be the rock that breaks the crashing waves, but there was a problem in where he was standing: It was loose sand. It affected traction for both of them, but more-so for trying to keep still when a force is acting upon you than to be getting a move on. He wouldn't be able to necessarily stop himself if he was hit hard enough. The question was more about his balance. Would he be able to keep it in this case, or would he lose it and falter when he needed to stay upright and in control. The fact that they were basically surrounded by sand also meant that Niko could do other things, but he didn't want to bring techniques into it before it was necessary.
What he DID do was decide that the terrain and his speed could be put to good use here. Suddenly, Niko vanished. From the average person's perspective, anyway. Wu might've been able to follow it, or perhaps he was just more focused on enduring an attack. Except...Niko wasn't attacking. Not exactly. He wasn't going to try to hurt him, per se. In fact, the proper term might be to hurtle him, to throw Wu Han via grabbing and pulling him at speed, so that the force of his momentum would drag him off of his feet and toss him at the lapping waves of the ocean when he came to a stop at the ocean's edge. Only the landing could cause any harm. Niko was inflicting very little himself, in this case.
Velocity-Driven Grab-and-Toss!
Health: 121
Power Level: 96
--Attack: 5
---Speed: 90
-Defense: 1
TARAK
The unusual Sith vessel had made it out of the destroyed hangar of the Resolute, but where was it to go? One might think that the Zabrak in the pilot's chair would once again descend towards Coruscant, and he might, but that was not his immediate goal. He was not done with them yet. To ensure that the ship and crew itself would pay for their insolence, his fighter turned immediately back towards the ship. On the bridge, they had received the order to track the Sith's movements, and that was when the man on scanners reported the small ship turning to attack. The Commander on deck turned to face him with a look of confusion and irritation.
"What?"
"He's making an attack run, sir!"
"Increase deflectors and shoot him down!"
These orders were carried out as the smaller ship fired its guns. What was he trying to prove? A single fighter might harrass a ship of this size, but he would have fighters on him in a matter of seconds if the ISD's batteries didn't swat him first.
"Enemy ship headed for command tower!"
The Commander frowned. He couldn't. He wouldn't! A suicide run on the tower?! Ram his ship right through, like what happened to the Executor?! No, it was impossible! They had lost power, and though the Resolute had taken damage in the hangar area, the power systems here were fine! So then, what? He repeated "Shoot him DOWN!" as the Sith vessel came closer. He recalled now the report from the hangar, calling in that the pilot was a dangerous Force-user. Was he doing it now to avoid the shots? They couldn't hit him! The gunners were either not fast enough or HE was just too maneuverable.
"Where are our fighters?!"
"TOO LATE!"
The ship was right at the command tower, mere seconds from- He broke off, suddenly! For one second, the Commander felt relief that the man had been bluffing to throw them off for his escape, but that was when he heard a sound that shouldn't have been possible: The forward windows of the command tower exploding out into space... To be clear, it wasn't made of glass. You couldn't shatter it. It was more like it'd been blown from its moorings in the wall. The Commander got as far as shouting "MAG-" before he and a bunch of staff from the pits were pulled out into hard vacuum! He'd been calling for an emergency magnetic shell to be put in place, something in which one of the further-away tactical officers did manage, after at least half the staff were dragged into the blackness of space by the sudden decompression.
That was what Darth Tarak intended.
He had mad a faux attack run on the bridge and never attempted to breach the shields...with his ship. He simply reached past it, to the windows of the command tower and pulled. Air pressure helped him, but it was his strength that managed it, for the most part. Now, with the Resolute in chaos, it was time to leave, and he did so via the back of the ship, setting his Sith fighter to leap to hyperspace once he feigned an inability to get his engaged - as though it had been damaged in the hangar battle - and and shoot the pursuit before really leaving. He would have to put down for repairs somewhere. This ship was hardly invincible. He'd deflected most of the shots in the hangar, but his ship was not without damage.
Now...where to go? Ahh... I have an idea.
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Diabolus
You would not think that a man of his abilities and particular temperments could seem so normal and without apparent feeling from the Force, but...mistakes of that nature had been made before. He was very good at concealing himself. Many long hours or days or years mastering the expression - or lack thereof - the power, of the Force, were paying off right now, as they did on many numerous occasions. The man called Zaras organized and kept track and did people little favors and ensured the safety of people on Chandrila to the best of his mortal abilities with one hand, and with the other...he quietly sequestered certain resources and files and even people or animals away, covered the trail, and sent these things out innocently to be collected by either his subbordinates or hired fools who would deposit these things in a place of safety...or if they made it to the Dread Adversary, they would likely never leave with their lives or their minds. Things were going well, at the moment. Simula had reported success on his ventures, though to be fair, they were not difficult acquisitions. Questions raised, but questions never truly answered. Now, he was in a park and enjoying his lunch, when...his holo-comm went off. The man looked around. Just a single person walking around, right now?
Diabolus reached out and sent such shuddering terror through him that he convulsed and hit the ground where he stood.
With that, he smiled slightly and answered the call, showing the face of one of his Apprentices. Feeling in a good mood, just this moment, he said "Ah, Mr. Tarak... How do things proceed on your end, hmmm? Did you make it to Coruscant?". The retrograde Zabrak seemed to growl in irritation. That did not bode well.
-Not as such, no. I was neither able to stealth my way through, nor bluff through their checkpoint as an ordinary.-
He put on a more thoughtful expression now, going "Mmm, I see. And did many suffer?". Ah, yes... That put a smile on the man's face.
-Indeed, they did. While I did not destroy the Imperial vessel, the damage and death toll will put that Star Destroyer down for a time.-
"Good, good. Let them know the price of their arrogance."
-And I have some information of use.-
"Go on..."
-An Imperial fleet appeared at Coruscant while I was fighting. Either they mean to conquer or they mean to join forces.-
"We will assume, for the moment, that they will attempt to consolidate forces to create 'a solid Imperial wall for our troops to rally behind', with 'Long live the Empire!' and all that."
He chuckled, slightly, at the thought.
"I will aid the Republic in breaking them. In the meantime, you must continue the work. Have you had a chance to speak to Simula at all?"
-I have been busy. If he wishes to find me, I will be on Corellia for repairs. I notice we have not yet found the means of delivery that we need. I was thinking there.-
"A good thought. I will relay these facts."
And from there, he released the man from his mental grip, followed by erasing his most recent memories, so he would have abolustely no idea where and how these sudden feelings of anxiety that he had now came from. He would simply have them, without answer or understanding, forever.
@Balthazar007 Bal, don't copy and paste from the previous fights. I'm not fighting Bakuto and I'm not playing a she.
@Balthazar007 Academics take precidence. No worries.
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