Duel Terrogate vs Axel Drake

~\*{TASK SIX FOR APPRENTICE DRAKE: ENTERTAINMENT}\*~

~ Dueling Practice/RP

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《 Apprentice Drake - Meet me at the Keep on Prakith - It is time for some Sparring - End transmission 》

《 Terrogate - join me at the Keep - It is time for Axel to practice his combat skills - Bring your apprentice - he might learn something - End transmission 》

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Prakith 161 ABY

In the great hall of the Keep, the Grant Temple Master of the New Je’daii Order, Darth Bathor, sat on her throne. Dressed in her finest Sorcerers robes she waited for her lifemate and apprentice to arrive. Next to her on a pedestal lay the crown and sceptre of  King Andeddu.

Two years ago the Iktotchi witch had found the Keep of the Dark Lord and lay claim on his throne as the new ruler of the mountainous fortress world.

Only recently the restoration of the ancient fortress was completed and to celebrate it the witch thought it would be fun to have a duel within the fortified walls of the Keep.

Mab gazed around the throne room, as their new ruler, she had invited the people of Prakith but only a few dared to come. The Keep had a dark history and most were to afraid to go near it, but the Iktotchi hoped that the few that had showed up would spread the news that the reign of Darth Bathor would be a different one.

The few guests that stood in the throne room gazed around on awe. Mab smiled, she was pleased with the result of the restoration. It was still a dark hall, but the black and white checkered marble floor was polished and had a shine on it. The stained glass windows were restored, the Banners of Darth Bathor hung on the walls and the golden decorations on the large pillars shimmered in the dancing light of the fires burning around the room.

A servant brought her a glass of Toniray, Mab took it and sat back in her throne, waiting for the entertainment to arrive..

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OOC Notes.

~ Write your arrival to Prakith/ the Throne room

~ post your combat CS in the sub comment of your arrival and wait for approval

~ No Metagaming, No Godmodding and No Autohitting

~ you get only 1 rewrite.

~ Wait for Care emoji before making the next move.

TERROGATE

Roar-1 screams into the atmosphere of the planet Prakith, Terrogate sat in the pilot’s seat and behind him his apprentice and step-son Kas’sparr sat in one of the 6 passenger seats. His life-mate Mab had spent much time here over the last months overseeing the restorations to the Keep but Terrogates other business had kept him from returning since they had left for Tython years ago. He had received the message from Mab to come and attend a dueling lesson with her apprentice. Being a Warrior trained directly by Lord Grievance Vexx and The General Reiis Invadator the Cathar was excited to step back in the ring. It had been some time since his last duel, he was keen to hear the sweet sound of sabers clashing once more and he had spent the majority of the trip in the ready room below deck in deep meditations preparing himself for as he had found out already, even a training duel can turn very ugly.

The dueling lesson was for Mab’s apprentice who had been progressing well and Terrogate had agreed that it was also a good opportunity for Kas’sparr to watch and learn for when it would be his turn in kind to learn the art of combat and to spend some time with his Mother. Although he and Jovian had been giving Kas’sparr regular lessons since the boy was 13 he had missed much development since the war and afterwards his time away from home with a smuggling crew.

Terrogate lowers the long range T-Class cruiser down to Prakith’s surface and hovers overhead of the keep located deep in the mountains, the Busted Plugga stood on the outer bailey of the Keep and Terrogate lands his craft down expertly next to it. “Come on Kas’” he says to the blue skinned teen behind him as the Cathar unbuckles himself from his pilot’s seat. “best not to keep your mother waiting.” Kas’sparr smiles and unbuckles himself, he had been looking forward to seeing the Keep and Mab had told him all about the Skydoor, the keep in general and the God Kings crown as well as the scepter.  “I hope she doesn’t expect me to bow now that’s she’s the Queen”

Terrogate chuckles, “Well.. If I was you I’d play it safe, you don’t want to end up in one of the sky cells like the last person not to throw themselves at her feet.” He says jokingly as the two leave the ship and make their way into the keep itself and up to the throne room. “she wouldn’t… would she?” Kas’sparr says nervously as he follows closely behind his Master.  "She's a Queen now Kas, I wouldn't risk it." Terrogate says with a raised brow and tilt of his head.

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Soon enough the two enter the Throne room, the walls were hung with Mab’s personal banners and the black and white checker floor was so clean and freshly polished you could see your refection in it. Terrogate admitted the restoration effort was phenomenal. The golden decals and accents of the columns were exquisite and the keep that once was just a broken and crumbling ruin in the mountain had now been restored to its former glory.

As they made their way into the throne room Terrogate couldn’t help but notice the many strangers standing around talking. Many of them staring at him and Kas’sparr as they made their way through the room. Most of them were dressed as ordinary citizens with only a few dressed in more formal attire. Within seconds Terrogate and Kas’sparr approach the raised throne itself and there she was. His lifemate sitting elegantly and beautiful on the large throne, once she was little better than a slave. Abused, betrayed and mistreated by all those she looked up to, but now she was the ruler of Prakith. Strong in the force. “My Queen.” says Terrogate with a smile and bright eyes as he bows. Kas’sparr moves beside him and kneels. “Greetings, umm….. Mom.” He says awkwardly. “We have come at you request.” Terrogate smiles, he likes messing with Kas’sparr but secretly he liked the fact that his son was maturing and paying attention to ritual and etiquette, even if it wasn’t necessary. It would serve him well in life.

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DRAKE

(Clarification: Nodaka is a friend of Axel’s. Since Axel currently has no transport of his own, Nodaka sometimes shuttles around in exchange for favors or an occasional artifact).

Nodaka’s YT-209 Freighter swerved overhead, descending through the clouds of Prakith.  Recognizing Andeddu’s keep in the distance, Axel motioned to the Rodian pilot.

“There is fine.”, Axel pointed to the keep, “No need to make a landing. I can just jump if you fly low.”

“Jump from this height? You sith crazy sometimes”, Nodaka replied. The risk-averse smuggler could never understand the tenacity so deeply entrenched in sith culture.

“I should be fine”, Axel replied, narrowing his gaze at the keep’s sinister exterior, “as we agreed, I’ll accompany you on your next spice run. In the meantime, take this”, he tossed a large pouch of smoked tea from Ziost and smiled as the Rodian’s eyes lit up.

“Th…thank you”, he responded.

“And thank you, old friend”.

After a respectful nod, Axel opened the entry hatch and dropped about 15 feet down to the entrance of the keep.

Immediately, he was taken in by the gravitas of it all. The high black walls, the wicked gargoyles lining the keep’s balcony, but most of all, the whirling miasma of dark side energy that would have overwhelmed any weak minded individual. Apart from the keep, Axel could sense at least two powerful force presences inside. Immediately recognizing one as his mistress, he made his way forward. The keep’s interior was lined with elaborate sith art work. Axel was not sure which would have been hear originally vs which belonged to his mistress, but he took some time to admire them as he passed by.

As he approached the throne room, he sensed the presence of two small crowds on either side. Axel’s eyes narrowed in disgust. His mistress knew him well. His tastes, his fears, his history, but Axel was unsure of her intention. Was she attempting to bring back his earlier ridicule with Noxia back on Korriban? Perhaps it was an attempt at provocation to see how he would react when angered. A third possibility would be she could simply be testing his ability to hide his emotions in the force. No matter. Either way, this development was clearly a test, and Axel would respond as any experienced sith would. He took a moment to bury his anger, taking a moment to compose himself until it reemerged as grim determination.

Several minutes later, he reached his destination. Taking a moment to survey his surrounding, he approached the keep’s throne and knelt before his mistress.

“Mistress Bathori, I am at your service”.

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MAB

The first to arrive were Terrogate and Kas’sparr. The guests stepped aside, making way for the couple to approach the throne, their eyes widened at the sight of the large Cathar and the blue skinned Iktotchi. It was obvious none of them had ever seen anything like the Feline or the boy.

A modest smile appeared on the Iktotchi's face as she watched them entered the great hall and approach the throne.

Her heart fluttered in her chest, Mab couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. She never looked at herself as a leader, she wasn’t power hungry like most of her old acquaintances were. But to secure Prakith as her home by claiming the throne meant she had to step up and take responsibility.

Standing in front of her with a smile and bright eyes the Cathar said “my Queen" and bowed. A slight blush appeared on her cheeks. Then he son kneeled and greeted her. “Rise" Mab replied with a light chuckle and winked at the two. “welcome to the Keep.” She continued but before she could continue her apprentice stepped through the doors into the Throne room.

Mab could sense the young Echani's discomfort and anger as he walked through the small crowd and approached her. Again all eyes of the Prakithian people were on the approaching guest. Terrogate and Kas’sparr still stood before her when Axel knelt down before her. “welcome apprentice Drake, you may rise.” The witch said as she motioned him to stand up.

The Je’daii rose up from her throne to address the crowd “Welcome my honoured guests, today we celebrate the restoration of the Throne. As your new Ruler I have brought you entertainment for this special occasion.” She said with a pleased smiled as she glanced at the Echani and the Cathar. “A duel” she added and paused. “See here, my betrothed Terrogate the Ruler of Cathar and here my apprentice the assassin Axel Drake. They will demonstrate the art of combat.” Mab stepped forward and motioned to the guests to make room “please, for your own safety. The area between the columns will be the fighting ring.”

She turned back to the Cathar and the Echani. “the rules are simple. Lightsaber’s set on stun. You may use other weapons but the consequences are your own. The duel will be over when one of you yields or when I say it is enough.” The Iktotchi smiled and looked at her son “Kas’sparr today you will watch and learn only.” Kas’sparr nodded and took place next to the Throne.

The guests had all moved away from ring. “the floor is yours" Mab said as she sat down on the throne...

(OOC reminder. Do not proceed with a next move before I give the care Emoji. )

Benjamin Brill Jacob Gruis

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TERROGATE

The Cathar stands up straight at his lifemates request and smiles as does his apprentice but before either can respond to her welcome the throne door opens and in strides a young Echani male dressed in light armour. A cloud of dark energy surrounding him. He approaches the throne and kneels before Mab without acknowledging the two, “Mistress Bathori, I am at your service”.

“welcome apprentice Drake, you may rise.” she replies and Terrogate now knows this is her apprentice and the one who he will be duelling today. He smiles inside, the Echani are legendary fighters and their hand to hand martial techniques are a well sought after discipline among the Warriors of the Galaxy. Terrogate himself had mastered Sholan Khâ and was looking forward to training in Stav Kesh to master the ancient Je’daii Alchaka techniques and then to pass on those teachings to the Je’daii that would follow. That was once he could finally figure out how to repair that blasted Darrow sphere of course.

Mab quickly addresses the entire throne room and everyone immediately gives their new queen their undivided attention while she outlines the reason she had summoned them all. Once she had finished she outlined the rules of engagement to Terrogate and Apprentice Drake.

“the rules are simple. Lightsaber’s set on stun. You may use other weapons but the consequences are your own.” Terrogate smiles and thinks of the 2 large knives strapped on his lower back, trophy's from the last apprentice that was foolish enough to try and use deadly weapons in a duel with him. He remembers the gasping sound his opponent had made as Terrogate severed his spinal column with one forcing the surrender.

“The duel will be over when one of you yields or when I say it is enough.” The Iktotchi smiled and looked at her son “Kas’sparr today you will watch and learn only.” Kas’sparr nodded and took place next to the throne.

Terrogate inclines his head to Queen Bathor, then turns to Kas’sparr and smiles. “Be sure to pay attention Kas’sparr. A duel is an important part of learning close quarters combat, one day soon you will need to also compete as part of your own training”.

Terrogate takes a deep inhaling breath and walks calmly to his starting place on the polished checked floor, he's near the main entrance and facing the raised throne. He could feel dozens of eyes locked on him as he moved. The room was still somewhat dark despite the several fires casting flickering light across the polished floor but Terrogates feline eyes could see as clearly as if the room was flooded in daylight. The Cathar removes his lightsaber from his belt and begins to focus, waiting for apprentice Drake to take position. He ignites his crimson saber blade in his right hand and crouches low in the Ataru pre attack stance. His left hand touching the polished floor, his right held up close to him holding his saber.

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DRAKE

The Echani rose, turning to the side to meet the gaze of a young Chiss with horns growing atop his head. Seeing the boy recoil slightly, he softened his gaze.

   “You must be Kas’sparr”, he smiled, “you take after your mother”. For the son of a sith and a politician, the boy had a surprisingly warm aura about him. Axel felt the rare urge to give him a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, but under the circumstances, he decided against it. In the next few moments, he was either going to drag his step father across the castle floor or be humiliated by him after being bested in combat. Best to keep a respectful distance for now.

   Turning again, he met the gaze of a fierce Cathar warrior.

   “King Terrogate”, he bowed, putting a little durasteel into his baritone voice and taking some time to analyze his opponent as he spoke. It was an odd form of address, but he was the mate of Queen Mab, so it was not unfitting, “It’s a pity we had to meet under such circumstances. You know I will not be permitted to show mercy in battle, but before we begin”, the Echani pasued, giving a slight, almost somber smile, “I wanted to thank you for all you’ve done for my mistress, for recognizing her power even during her darkest hours and staying true to the end. Regardless of what happens today, you have my gratitude”.

   Taking a moment to recenter himself in the force, his eyes narrowed to a gaze of grey, icy determination. Turning the dial on his lightsaber to stun, he ignited his violet blade and raised it in a Makashi solute. The Cathar’s rippling muscles bulged menacingly, but the Axel felt a mild brush of relief as he assumed an Ataru stance. With its focus on acrobatics and aggressive, sweeping motions, the Cathar would be at a disadvantage against the more efficient strikes and counters of Makashi. Even so, he moved with a kind of solid gravitas unusual for his chosen style, and Axel knew he could not afford to sit around waiting for an opening. He closed his eyes slowly, then….

   Launching himself past his opponent, he sprung off the pillar in the far right corner, coming at the Cathar from behind with a low sweeping attack as he attempted to strike his off hand.

Powers used: Force Speed (2)

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TERROGATE

Terrogate, still crouched and focused, sees the Echani staying near the foot of the throne, looks at him and begins talking. Inside the Cathar smiles and uses the ample time the Echani is taking to speak to raise his own defences in readiness for the battle. Although he found it odd the apprentice hadn't moved closer.

**Mind Shield: 2**

**Force Barrier: 3**

Even with the distance between the two combatants Terrogate with his enhanced hearing can make out what the Echani is saying. The warrior tilts his head to the side and squints as the apprentice thanks him. “\*Thank me”? He thinks to himself. “\*You wouldn't be thanking me Axcel Drake if you had seen the look of utter betrayal in her eyes as I sedated her each day.. Heard her screaming in terror in the night as I forced your Master to relive her worst memories over and over for months, forced her to kill herself to survive her broken mind..” Terrogate was deathly serious.. “No Apprentice Drake. You do not thank me..”\*

”I appreciate your concern and your loyalty to her..   Now come, fight me if you can.” is all that the Cathar says.

Terrogate sees his opponent close his eyes and the take off from the other end of the Throne room closing the large distance between them quickly. Terrogate, still crouched, has seemingly much more time than he should if his opponent had started the duel in a closer proximity raises his left hand and attempts to shoot a blast of Telekinesis at the Apprentice as he approaches looking to send apprentice Drake flying backwards in the direction of the throne and places his left hand back down on the floor, coiled and ready once more.

**Telekinesis: 3**

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**DRAKE**

**Axel's stomach lurched up to his mouth as the mighty force blast hurled him back half a dozen meters. Using a gentle force push in the opposite direction, he slowed his trajectory and landed in a crouch. For a brief moment, he thought he detected a pang of....guilt? This Terrogate was clearly not like any other sith Axel had encountered. None of that mattered now, so the Echani recentered himself in the force.**

**If Terrogate would simply blast him back every time he attacked, he would let the Cathar come to him.**

**"Your move..."**

**Standing about 20 feet away, Axel closed his eyes and concentrated, waiting for Terrogate to make the first move so he could counter in advance.**

**Powers used: Precognition (1)**

**Force Push (1)**

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**TERROGATE**

The Apprentice shoots backwards and using TK lands into a crouch then stands and closes his eyes in concentration. Terrogate had now seen three of the apprentice's abilities and they hadn't touched blades yet. But the Warrior was not here to throw words, he was here to teach, and to fight. The Echani says but 2 words this time, “Your move” Terrogate stands up himself and presses forward closing the distance between the two with careful calculation of his opening attacking move using the time the apprentice has once again afforded him to draw the force into himself. He feels it filling him, the very fibres of his muscles ignited and quickened with the familiar and intense energy now charging through his body, his defences still raised and sabre held up in an open stance (in front of his torso tilted upwards at a 45degree angle.)

Coming into saber striking proximity and standing on a diagonal angle saber arm forwards the Cathar attempts to use his reach advantage by looking to deliver a specialist Ataru attack known as Saber Swarm. Holding the lightsaber in his right hand he presses and looks to deliver a combination attack, the series of five rapid, tightly formed stabs and slashes aiming at his target's midsection and torso, if successful should keep the apprentice at a distance and in a defensive stance. Before a sixth strike Terrogate bends his left arm, his hand close to his chest and pushes forwards attempting to use force blinding to his opponent looking to obstruct his vision, he then immediately cuts forwards and to the left of Apprentice Drake, using his momentum he lowers his torso with his natural increased strength, agility and speed and extends his left arm, planting his left hand to the ground to try keeping to his reach advantage and protect himself from any of the Echanies saber attacks he proceeds to attempt to execute a spinning one handed cartwheel.

Once his left hand is landed, and his legs are raised to their peak point of the cartwheel the Cathar bends at the waist sending his feet downwards and pivots through his hips in a twisting fashion swinging his legs now in a propeller type motion attempting to deliver 2 head height kicks to his opponent. As he is supported by his left hand during the attempted spinning cartwheel, his right hand still holding his ignited saber he swings low looking to chop the apprentice's legs at the same time.

ATARU:2

Force Blinding:1

Force Kick:1

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DRAKE

\*Too slow...\* Axel thought, nimbly jumping aside with force speed before

"Agh!", the apprentice growled. He had avoided both the lightsaber and the force kick, but not before Terrogate's force blind assaulted his eyes. His precognition seemed more limited with regards to novel attack sequences, so Axel would have to make note of that one. Thinking quickly, he launched himself into the air, bouncing off a few pillars (a few seconds in, he could see just enough to distinguish solid from empty space) until he grabbed hold of the ceiling, concealing himself in a force cloak and making a few more leaps to hide his location. This would not work for long, but it would buy him just enough time for his vision to recover, and Axel glanced a small circuit box in the back right corner behind the throne room that might prove....useful. Moments later, he dropped again to rejoin the fray, cushioning his descent with another telekinetic thrust. He had learned from his last mistake.

Changing up his pace, he combined the footwork of Juyo with the blade work of Makashi. Rather than relying on static blocks, his lightsaber redirected his opponent's blade, weaving tight but elegant ribbons of violet, and employing snake-like counter-strikes at his opponent's openings. In contrast, his footwork was more erratic, weaving back and forth, side to side, always attempting to position himself so that a missed or parried attack could not be chained with another telekinetic blast. The Cathar's fighting style was truly ruthless, combining the aggression, speed and athleticism with raw physical strength and stamina from which Axel had to concentrate to keep from reeling. Normally, Ataru fighters were so easy to pick off. Inefficient, overextended....but not this one. The Echani wondered if he hadn't had some training in Soresu to tighten up his movements a bit, but either way, his application was more creative than most, and he knew he would need to stay on his guard. Red and violet blades danced like a pair of battle hydras until the apprentice spotted a possible opening and attempted a thrust to the right shoulder.

Powers used: Speed (2), Juyo (1), Makashi (2), Cloak (1), Jump (1), TK (1), Precognition (1)

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GM UPDATE

*GM update:*

*The Echani Apprentice successfully dodged the five Ataru stabs and slashes the Cathar had aimed at his torso and midsection. But before a sixth move was made the feline warrior successfully obstructed Drake's vision with force blinding.*

*Trying to escape the young apprentice launched himself into the air, but Terrogate managed to land a powerful kick against his chest, causing him to fly upwards into one of the large stone pillars.*

*Bruised and blinded Drake tried to grab hold of anything, but there the beautifully arched ceiling had no purchase causing him to drop all the way down. Having overextended his powers, the young Echani was unable to tap into the force, and landed hard onto his right shoulder.*

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*OOC Feedback Benjamin Brill*

*\* Adding elements to the environment is Godmodding. The ceiling is arched and had beautifully painted decorations, there was nowhere for Axel to hold. The Keep is over 4000 years old, the Throne room has no electricity so there can not be a circuit box.*

*\* Never change the order of your opponents moves to your advantage. Terrogate’s force Kick came after he had blinded Axel.*

*\* A duel is a game, with turns, it is not a one shot. Each turn is supposed to be only a few seconds. Do not overextend your powers. 5 force powers is too much for one turn.*

**TERROGATE**

The apprentice expertly dodges the sabre swarm strikes as though he had somehow predicted the Cathars direct assault, but as Terrogate transitions and moves through his spinning one-handed cartwheel attack he feels the weight of resistance against one of his force kicks and he knows he had made a forceful impact with his target.

The Apprentice had confidently told him before they started that he would not show mercy in their duel and Terrogate wouldn't expect anything else from his betrothed's chosen apprentice. But in turn neither would the Warrior show any to the Echani. It was the warrior's code, ancient and unspoken.

Terrogate completes the cartwheel and lands crouching down once more with his saber raised in his right hand, left hand touching the floor and weight forward in the coiled Ataru pre-attack stance facing where his opponent was a moment ago. He looks desperately for where his opponent could have landed. His feline eyes see easily in the darkness of the room and quickly spot his target landing heavily on his right shoulder.

Pulling the force deep into his core Terrogate explodes into action with ravenous fury. From his crouched and coiled position his every fiber heightened with the force he leaps towards the apprentice using Force Jump through Force Augmentation to exponentially speed up his body movements and close distance in a fraction of a second, turning his naturally increased speed and agile physical abilities to a whirling blur to those watching. He clenches his teeth to keep from roaring with the exertion of this movement. Leaping and twisting forwards Terrogate gets his body horizontal and spinning through the air with his saber raised above his head held with both hands and blade at an open 30 degree angle, he attempts to execute a spinning cork screw attack aimed directly at the downed Echani. His crimson saber twirls in a rotating circular motion ranging from his opponent's neck, around his right shoulder down to his midsection the back up to his left shoulder and finishing at his neck once more looking to incapacitate the apprentice with a stunning saber hit to his neck, shoulders and abdominals.

Force Augmentation: 2

Force Jump: 2

DRAKE

Axel hit the ground with a crack! The impact sent an excruciating fissure of pain pulsating from his right shoulder, radiating through him like a bolt of red lightning. With the wind knocked out of him, he lacked the breath to scream, but he bit hard into his lip, drawing blood and attempting to wiggle his fingers. \*Good\*, he thought. \*Looks like it isn't broken at least\* Moments later, the Cathar was already but a few feet away from him.

His lightsaber was but a few inches away from him, and he ignited it just in time to catch his opponent's blade, augmenting his arm to hold it steady. Makashi was weak at static blocks. When combined with the fact that his opponent was several dozen kilos heavier, substantially stronger and hurling himself at the Echani at top speed, he was not about to take this attack directly. Instead, he caught the Cathar's blade and spun counterclockwise with the momentum of the attack, extending his left arm in an attempt to slam his opponent in the face with a spinning back fist.

Augmentation (1)

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TERROGATE

Terrogate moving with the exponentially enhanced speed of force jump through augmentation leaps with fearsome intent at the downed Echani apprentice twisting in the air horizontally in a corkscrew attack with his saber outstretched above his head. The Apprentice had landed heavily on his saber arm but to the warriors surprise he was unable to land a single hit. The apprentice had raised his saber arm quicker than the knight could close distance, locked blades with the airborne Cathar and used the momentum of the attack to somehow spin from laying down, get inside Terrogates saber reach and deliver a spinning back fist to the warrior’s face sending blood and sweat spraying into the air. The Force Barrier Terrogate had cast early on in the duel wasn't at full strength now but had seemingly softened the blow overall keeping him from serious damage. The 117kg 6’9 knight continued on his trajectory and unchecked would seemingly crash into the apprentice landing on him.

Once landed Terrogate snarls at the Assasin reaching for the apprentice's right wrist that was holding his opponents saber with his left hand, claws protracted looking to penetrate the apprentice's wrist digging in deeply with his razor sharp claws and holding tight hoping to sever his tendons and removing the use of his hand completely..

The apprentice was much better than what he had shown so far in the duel but he had allowed himself to get within arms reach of the much larger and stronger Cathar warrior which could prove his undoing.

Terrogate being so close the the apprentice, seemingly right on top of him attempts to land a head butt to the bridge of the Apprentices nose to soften up any resistance and finally, still gripping his lightsaber tightly looks to deliver a devastating right handed force punch to the Apprentices chest, looking to cave in his opponents sternum even with the light armour.

Force Punch:3

Before Terrogate lands his final blow Mab, the Queen of Prakith stops him. Holding his arm with her powerful telekinesis. “STOP!! No need to kill him my love.... Let's have a round of applause for the winner, Terrogate”