Sabre's Invitational

[Sabre]

Sabre stood darkly in the Tatooine sun, his figure protruded out of the ground, casting a long jet black shadow across the minor dunes lining the arena floor. He breathe was heavy and the beads of sweat trickled down his face, and onto the neck of his long black cloak. The voice of the commentator sounded throughout the arena “The rules of this match are anything goes,” the voice excited and joyous.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Hoorex stepped out from the stands jumping into the arena floor, dust surrounding him as he landed. He stood up very dramatic like, cracking his neck left and right waiting for his cloaked opponent.*

[Sabre]

Sabre tilted his head slightly to view Hoorex, “so you’re my opponent,” he said.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*The dirt caked against his otherwise beautifully bulky armour as he looked up a sabre.*

"Seems like, ya sacred?"

*Hoorex had no idea who he was talking to, and was obviously overconfident*

[Sabre]

Sabre chuckled slightly before turning away, his black cloak caught in a slight wind as he did so, causing it to ripple before falling limp once more.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

"So...you gonna start? 'Cause I'm getting bored..."

[Kotra/Omega]

*Kotra stood up in the stands and started yelling*

"GO HOOREX!"

[Zaraki/Renji]

Byakuya watched the match as well, interested in what would happen.

[Sabre]

“Short attention span, must be a bitch putting that armour on every morning,” he said, sliding his feet over the sand slightly. “Your move,” he said calmly, his back faced toward Hoorex.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

"Wow, you talk like a spacer...you sure your a jedi?"

*Hoorex teased...he lazily picked up his assaisn pistol and fired three percise shots for his nuts*

[Sabre]

“I never said that,” he said, he used to be a Jedi, that was true, but that life was behind him now. He heard the stinging screech of the shots almost immediately after they were made. His lightsaber slid of his belt and into his hand, he ignited it straight away, increasing upon the already unbearable heat slamming over him like waves. He spun around left quickly flipping his lightsaber vertically and sending two shots back at Hoorex. He then brought it out horizontally and pushed his blade forward to catch the last shot and send it up into the air. “Friendly,” he said, bluntly monotone.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Hoorex pounded the side of his suit, and a few jets of steam escaped the confinds of his armour. The bulky parts dropped off revieling tiny, red and black, light armour...

Hoorex then rolled to the side, dodging the counter attack.*

"Well then you are a sith? Or are you one of those...undecided idiots?"

*He then quickly grabbed his second assasin pistol, firing more...quick shots straight at his nuts, and one for his head*

[Sabre]

"Believe it or not, not every force user belongs to a faction," he said as he flung his lightsaber out ahead of him. He swung it around on a horizontal right arc slightly below his abdomen, taking off the quick shots at his privates and sending them back at the Mandalorian’s legs. As he did so he pulled the hilt up, and allowing the blade to hold vertical in front of his face. The last shot caught the centre of his dank blue blade and with a flurry of sparks flew off into the sky. “Is that the best you can do?”

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Hoorex planted his guns on the ground, palms over them, performing what looked to be some acrobatic breaking-dancing moves, rather than fighting techniques. They got the job done, and the counter-attacks went whizzing by... He then backflipped shooting at opposite sides of the force-users body. His arms, hand, and legs*