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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Vor'en Kurn" data-source="post: 1267273" data-attributes="member: 8737">A duel.  A frelling duel.  If there any single form of combat Vor'en hated (and he liked most of them), it was duels.  A pair of nobels who wouldn't know a blaster carbine if it hit them in the face think they're manly, honorable, and skillful because they stand ten feet from each other and shoot each other with pistols so low charge you could warm your feet with them.  Combat, real combat, was you and your buddies crawling through mud in the rain, slitting throats and praying the next frag grenade didn't end up in your trench.ooc: And when you put your hands in a pile of goo....  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f61b.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":p" title="Stick out tongue    :p"  data-smilie="7"data-shortname=":p" /> Vor'en narrows his eyes, and racks his brain as to what he read in the rules of the game.  If there's nothing in it about following any rules of dueling, he'll play it on his terms.  Blast the fop in front of him three times without warning and dodge behind the nearest cover- Saeed.  If anybody pulled this sithspit on him in real life, they can have their fancy forms and rituals, and he'll be standing when the smoke clears.  Seems like a fair trade to him.If, unforunately, he has to participate in this farce, he'll growl and tense, ready to dodge and shoot the moment he won't lose points for doing so.</blockquote>

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