Lt. Col. Jean Chandler
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Jean Chandler studied his opponent. Verghese had immediately gone into a somewhat defensive posture, ready for Chandler to make the first move.
For his part, Chandler considered his next move carefully. An outright assault would be blocked too easily, especially since the cybernetic arm and leg were towards him. No, he was going to have to attack the cyborg’s left hand side, which was far weaker compared to the right.
He slowly circled Verghese to the right, attempting to get a good view and a good angle on that side, but Verghese simply turned with him, facing him at all times and keeping the cybernetic arm and leg towards him. After several seconds of this though, Chandler decided to act.
Racing forwards, Verghese was prepared for the attack, his Bat’leth raised and ready to receive Chandler’s without much issue. And it did. He was somewhat surprised with the strength of the attack, but his right arm took up most of the force of the impact while his balance remained on-target. He smiled, perhaps this match might go a little better than expected. Reacting, he quickly shoved Chandler a few steps back, forcing him to go on the defensive.
Chandler cursed internally. The cyborg was much, much stronger than he had previously thought. That arm was too strong and the leg too sturdy. But he didn’t let it stop him either. He immediately let loose with a flurry of swings and blows, all aimed at pushing Verghese back towards the wall.
For his part, Verghese managed to intercept most of the swings, and then dodge the rest to a certain degree. But still, at the end of the attack he was left with his shirt in tatters, but fortunately his skin was mostly intact. As soon as he could find a small break in the b lows however, Verghese took the offensive. As Chandler swung low, trying to hit his leg, Verghese simply shifted all his weight to the metal one and lifted his organic leg. Chandler’s Bat’leth missed it cleanly as it swung back towards him. Rather than just let it end there however, Verghese swung his own Bat’leth downwards towards Chandler’s chest, taking chance of the opportunity.
Chandler cursed. The Cyborg had managed to dodge or block almost every attack. Spotting the descending Bat’leth towards his chest, Chandler reeled backwards, trying to dodge it as best as he could. He managed to get out of the way as it barely missed his upper body. But he didn’t get away unscathed as it nicked his shoulder on the way down.
Coming back to his feet, Bat’leth at the ready, Chandler had to block another attack as Verghese charged towards him as fast as he could. Each swing threw him backwards a few feet and each one was only a few ounces of strength away from actually making his Bat’leth fly out of his hands.
Verghese smiled internally. It was working! With each blow, he was pushing Chandler backwards towards the side of the arena. At this rate, it wouldn’t be much longer before Chandler’s strength would start to wane.
Chandler himself realized this, along with the realization that unless he did something now there was a good chance he was going to loose the tournament. He was going to have to look for some opening, some weakness to exploit here before he weakened.
And then his chance came.
Verghese gave a wild swing from the right – it was perfectly executed, and had Chandler not reacted, would have most likely caused him severe injury. However, rather than block this, he dived down and to his left, barely missing the Bat’leth as it swung to where his head had been.
Rolling to Verghese’s now unprotected flank, Chandler got up to find himself at slightly over arm’s length from the side. Swinging his Bat’leth as far as he could reach, Chandler took his chance, lashing out at Verghese’s waist.
Time slowed down to a crawl for Verghese as he watched what happened, cursing his stupidity all the way as Chandler rolled to his right and got up. He watched as Chandler’s bat’leth reached out across the space between them, it’s edge slowly moving towards his waist. Nothing he could do would stop it; swinging back his own Bat’leth would not make a difference in this case, for it was too late to do anything.
All he could do was brace himself as the edge of the blade cut through the side of his shirt, and then through the side of his waist. Verghese gasped as the pain hit him less than a second later. It felt like as if his side had literally exploded with the impact. All he could do was live through it however, as the Bat’leth continued it’s course through his side, exiting a second later. But the damage was already done as the wound started bleeding immediately.
From what he could feel through the pain, it felt like the bat’leth had gone in deep, possibly puncturing an internal organ or two, leaving him in agony.
For a full second, he simply stood there, his expression unchanging. Internally, his mind raced around trying to keep himself thinking, himself moving. Yet the pain was interfering with everything. He could almost swear that he had felt nothing worse.
And then the chip in his brain responded, flooding him with the memories of years before…
No. He was wrong. He had felt worse, and he had survived it. And now, he would survive this. Using the memory as a lever of sorts, Verghese regained his composure, clutching the side with one hand and the Bat’leth with the other. The pain wasn’t gone, but with his blood now coursing with adrenaline, and his arms now fueled with rage and fury, it wasn’t exactly noticeable either. He left a trail of blood as he turned to face Chandler, his face filled with an expression of simple and pure rage.
Chandler cursed. How the hell was this man managing to continue? That blow would have immediately thrown any other person to the ground, and yet here was this… monstrosity somehow managing to continue. And judging from the way he held the Bat’leth with just the mechanical hand, he wasn’t exactly pissed either. He could barely get his Bat’leth into position in time as Verghese gave out a loud roar of pain and charged at Chandler. He swung the Bat’leth much like a man would fight with a sword, swinging it at Chandler again and again every time he blocked. He was rather surprised at the strength of the attacks – the blows were as strong enough to push Chandler back several feet each time both Bat’leths met. This cyborg was pulling out all the stops, and attacking him with every last ounce of strength he had left.
Verghese focused in onto his opponent. He knew this had to end as fast as possible. The trail of blood he was leaving on the floor was increasing as he moved forwards. He had to find someway to get rid of this opponent, otherwise all his chances were lost. He could already feel the traces of unconsciousness starting as his vision tunneled. The blood loss was starting to affect him. Pulling out all the stops, Verghese continued to swing using only his mechanical arm. It was unorthodox, of course, but it allowed him a significant amount of flexibility, not to mention exploit the quickness of the arm when it came to intercepting any counter-attacks. Of course, there was still the possibility that the opponent could swing the Bat’leth the other way, but with some luck, Verghese should be able to prevent that by simply overwhelming as fast as he could try.
Chandler was now very close to having his back to the wall and with nowhere else to go. The cyborg was on a mad charge, and there was little that could be done to stop it. He had tried almost every trick in the book and it hadn’t worked out exactly as he had planned. As Verghese approached him, preparing for his final charge, something appeared to be…off. Perhaps it was the way he was walking towards him – it was more of a stagger than anything else. He was leaving behind him a massive trail of blood, and was loosing even more every second. At the very last step, barely a few feet from him, Verghese stopped.
His head was spinning, and there was little he could do to stop it. Cursing internally, he tried pushing himself further on, trying to fight the pain and the dizziness that had suddenly come upon him. The adrenaline surge was starting to fade as he lost more and more blood, and now he could barely stand. This couldn’t be happening to him! At the worst possible moment, when victory was so close!!!
Verghese just couldn’t give up like that – not here and not after having come so far. He took a step forward and tried taking a swing at Chandler.
But as soon as it started, he knew it would never meet it’s target, or finish for that matter as his vision faded out and his body gave in to gravity.
Chandler watched the Cyborg tilt and teeter a bit before he took a swing at him. Chandler raised his bat’leth to easily block it, but the blow never even came close. Halfway through the swing, the course went wild as Verghese finally collapsed to the ground onto his side, completely unconscious. A pool of blood started to form, and Chandler could easily see it wasn’t good at all.
=^= Chandler to sickbay, medical emergency, 1 to beam to sickbay immediately=^=
=^= Sickbay here, acknowledged. Beaming in progress=^=
With that, Chandler watched the body disappear as it was transported to sickbay. He looked up at the judges. It was a clear victory for him, and a rightfully deserved one at that.
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a very elequent finish written by Verghese. Sorry for the lateness of this.
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