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Post by Adi on May 6, 2013 9:29:35 GMT -8
Well now, this was rather unpleasantly unfortunate....
The springboard move had indeed worked, but at the cost of being slashed across the front of his left shin by Inky's claws. Three thin lines ran straight through the thin skin to the bone, and were already starting to bleed. Not only that, but Eralam had pulled his arm out of the way, and thrown a dagger at near point-blank range...which went into the fleshy part of the front of Adi's left shoulder to the hilt, burying itself. If Adi hadn't been twisting, it would have been far more serious....but this was bad -enough-.
The initially-controlled tornado like spin was now a twisting mass of off-balance Jedi, tumbling through the air. Adi felt the surge in the force, and was confused as the shard blasted himself in the face with a force push. As Adieumus hit the ground and tumbled...rather unceremoniously...he realized the meaning behind Eralam's madness....breaking away from close combat and getting some distance between them. He was just hoping that some part of his twisting had clipped the nimble fighter in the confusion, seeing as Adi's lightsaber was spinning like a buzzsaw for a moment or two pretty close to the droid. Laying on his back, head rolled to the side so he could see where his opponent was at the moment, the Jedi cursed his impatience. Gritting his teeth at his own raw stupidity, he clenched his fists.
Crap...Lightsaber...definitely not in his hand...
Realizing that he must have dropped it during the latter part of his less-than-graceful landing, He looked around...seeing it about ten feet away on the ground. At this point, he realized that he wasn't quite laying flat....the dagger had gone through the shoulder, and was sticking out of his back.
For the love of Anaxilea....overcompensating much?
This was turning out to be a really bad day to be Adieumus Matango.
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Post by Deadniquitous on May 7, 2013 7:44:25 GMT -8
Corr Slammed into him as before, but with the addition of the momentum from Adi's springboard move, he had no way to plant his feet properly, and as such, when the big mans arms closed around him, not calling a hit because he and Andi had discussed this earlier, (I'm looking at you judges), his feet were lifted from the ground, he and Corr being about the same height and COrr not being a total mewling baby. They slammed into the wall behind him, going straight through the already weakened barrier, slamming onto a desk on the other side in a showering explosion of giant bodies, bits of concrete and Pure Fucking Awesome. If it wasnt for the armor the two were wearing, things would have ended badly for both of them. As it was, there would be a few bruises, but dear lord did it look amazing!! Iniquitous called his helmet to his right hand, his left arm drawing back as far as it could, which really wasnt much, and trying to slam the still extended claws at Corrs hip. As his helmet slapped into his hand, he then let it go, and open palm Force Pushed at the opposing hip of the one he was trying to pin cushion.
"Get Off of me. I am not into Men"
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2013 10:05:02 GMT -8
Eralam could hear the rough impact of the Jedi and knew he had a moment or two to regain his composure before engaging again. His left forearm and managed to collect a long, shallow slash that ran nearly the length of the thing. In itself, the wound wasn't dangerous; far from it. The residual thermal energy was absorbed and used to replenish the slightly drained power cells. The only thing that posed a potential problem was the fact that the end closest to the elbow had splattered the elbow with spalling. Tiny little beads of metal were lodged in the joint. As the ancient Shard moved to stand, he could feel the grinding that would eventually cause the joint to fail completely. That could spell trouble in the future.
With his lightsaber in his right hand and the left arm hanging limp, Eralam hoped that his opponent would assume the thing to be completely wrecked. That wasn't terribly far from the truth, but if he held back until he had a chance for a critical hit, he might be able to win in short order. He turned and faced the Jedi, and graciously gave the magnificently coiffed human a chance to regain his footing.
"Up and at 'em sunshine. We don't have all day and you've got an appointment with the barber."
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Post by Corr on May 13, 2013 12:04:36 GMT -8
They crashed through the wall, a thunderous ass of epic that flattened the desk upon which they landed, making the whole structure tremble with awe at their Booshki. Bits of plaster rained down from the disheveled ceiling, pitter-pattering around the two herculean men as they strove for dominance. The impact of them crashing through the wall had shaken the frame upon which the building stood, possibly causing some random events to occur where the other two combatants though. But I can't really comment on that. As it was bits of brick and plaster fell, one large piece smashing over Corr's helmed head as it reared back slightly, smashing to pieces and raining dust down towards Inky's face, perhaps causing some distraction...
They crashed through the table, pain flaring in Corr's forearms where the impact on the floor, as well as Iniquitous' armoured back landing atop them, had bruised them. If not for them being clad in Beskar sleeves the injury would have been severe. As it was they were merely bruised. Rather than try escape of dodge any action from his foe Corr's head tilted back a fraction and twisted a tad to the left (clockwise), the movement a quick jerk, before ramming down towards Inky's face, thrusting one of the fur inch serrated horns right at the Darksiders left eye. The horn in question was situated about two inches above his right temple, perhaps an inch closer to the front of his head so was in easy reach to perform this attack, and was bolstered by the impact of the chunk of plaster smashing across his head. His head rang slightly but the buy'ce protected him from any injury.
The stab, occurring at pretty much the same time as Corr's headbutt, slammed into the lower part of his torso armour, grinding along the Beskar plate until one of the blades found purchase at the belt line, finding its way through the softer armour there and biting into his hip. A growl of pain, a furious snarl, escaped Corr as the point of the blade hit bone, grinding in and breaking a chip off it. While painful it wasn't paralysing and, as the Force Push was impacting at the same time, his movement took him away from further harm.
Corr's headbutt, combined with the Force Push and the stab from Iniquitous, caused Corr to be flung head over heels off of his opponent, flipping over so that both combatants would likely end up lying flat, head-to-head, facing the molting ceiling. Corr's legs crashed down on top of a chair, flattening that too and sending bits and pieces of it flying everywhere.
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Post by Deadniquitous on May 14, 2013 6:44:13 GMT -8
Iniquitous managed to move his head slightly to the right just enough that the headbutt didnt destroy his entire face hole. Instead, with the head dodge, the horned helm of the large Mando smashed into Iniquitous left check bone, pulping it, and destroying the eye within. With a sudden guttural howl of pure Rage, Iniquitous pushed himself to his feet in a blur of Anger, Spun, reached out in the force and went to grab Corr with tendrils of unfathomable hate. He would use this intended grip to lift Corr from the ground and slam him repeatedly into the ceiling as hard as he could. He fed from the pain of his face, his eye leaking down what was left of his cheek bone. Once the rage and adrenaline wore off, he would be in some serious pain, but for now that was all focused on Corr. He dimly heard a screaming in the back of his mind, and only barely realised it was his own deep voice echoing through what was left of the building..... Vaguely he hoped Eralam was having better luck shaving Adi's head...
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Post by Adi on May 16, 2013 21:54:11 GMT -8
Adi painfully rolled over to his knees, an reached out his right hand. His lightsaber flew into it as Eralam spoke. A curling sneer crossed the Jedi's face as he limped to his feet. Looking at his shoulder, he simply left the dagger there for now.
"You dropped something. And if you want to cut my hair, come take it from me, you walking scrap heap."
With a quick flip of his right wrist, Matango flicked the hilt downward. Using his knowledge of trakata, and precision striking, he activated the saber blade -just- in front of the bleeding left shin...very careful not to touch it to his leg, but close enough that the heat would cauterize the wound. While it would do little to nothing to avoid the pain of the wound, it would stem the bleeding and keep it from getting worse down the road. No sooner had the orange blade been activated, it was again shut down, and clipped to the Jedi knight's waist.
He would simply wait. He was in no shape to get aggressive at this point anyway.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2013 12:09:47 GMT -8
"Oh, thanks. I had forgotten about that."
Eralam reached out with the Force and pulled the hilt of his dagger, hoping to summon it. He knew he wouldn't get much use out of it at this point, not with his left arm playing possum, but the act of removal would hurt like a bitch. Plus, there was a good chance that, as the flesh around the wound had likely swelled and puckered around the blade, removing the knife would cause it to bleed freely. A through and through stab wound like that would not be life threatening unless a major vein or artery was pierced (always a possibility, depending on the exact location of the injury,) but it almost certainly guaranteed that the arm and shoulder would be utterly unusable. Forget the movies, gunshots and stabs to that area can be every bit as debilitating as a shot to the kneecap.
Having filled his douchebag quota for the post, the Shard began circling around to the left, slowly and deliberately. His goal was to make it as difficult as possible for his opponent to fight, and with an injured left arm and leg, his left side would probably be more vulnerable.
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Post by Corr on May 17, 2013 13:17:12 GMT -8
Having the satisfaction of feeling his horn bite into the other mans face, the tip pulping the eye and smashing its housing, was sweet but short lived. Corr flipped over and crashed through the chair only to feel the invisble hands of the Force closed around him, tearing him off the floor and into the air. The rage from Iniquitous was staggering, blinding Corr's own Force awareness as if a flash bang had gone off n his buy'ce and stunning him slightly. This being the case Corr could not mount any serious opposition to his opponents Force grab and could do nothing to stop himself being smashed into the dilapidated ceiling.
The first impact rattled him in his armour, causing him to bite right through his lower lip leaving it a tattered, shredded mess. The second impact smashed him right -through- the barrier, propelling him three or four foot into the room above.
Haar'chak!
The curse erupted from his helms speaker, blood spraying over the inside of his visor as his arms and legs flailed wildly. He windmilled them as he dropped back through the Corr-shaped hole, his right leg smashing the crater bigger and starting the disintegration of the rest of the unstable brick and plaster-work. Trying to orient himself and gain some control as he fell, feeling the mystical grip of the Force slide off him, perhaps due to the brief break in the line of sight between him and Iniquitous, Corr twisted his body around in an attempt to get himself in the best possible position in freefall. His ribs and right shoulder screamed at him to stop waving his arms, the impact with the ceiling causing some rather nasty injuries. He was sure several ribs were cracked if not broken and the should ground in its socket as if two sized too big.
He dropped back through the hole, swinging himself around as he did so. He managed to regain a tenuous grip of the Force letting it wash over him do to employ it. Falling haphazardly was not the best circumstance in which to employ a Force power and plummeting through a disintegrating ceiling towards and enraged Sith Lord didn't lend itself to meditative sorcery. Luckily the no blasters or explosives policy of this duel did not specify no use of jetpacks and Corr took advantage of the falling masonry to work an attack as his back flared to life with bright orange flames.
His foot lashed out to kicking a chunk of masonry, two bricks still held together by crumbling mortar, straight towards Inky's face. The impact with his heavy boot shattered the mortar, creating a shower of dust and particles, within which the two heavy bricks lurked. His jetpack flared to life and Corr, grimacing in pain, steered himself into a barely controlled swoop towards Iniquitous, the small amount of time and room making the maneuver reckless at best. He angled his dive so that he would curve from his vertical plummet, possibly scooping Iniquitous up or knocking him down as he passed, avoiding crashing into the floor. He hoped...
Kandosii!
He roared as he zoomed back towards Iniquitous, advancing his clawed left hand while drawing his right back before thundering it forward in a ridiculously optimistic hook.
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Post by Deadniquitous on May 19, 2013 15:05:35 GMT -8
As Corr came back down through the roof, Iniquitous rage was in no way slated. He reached out in the Force again as the big mandalorian came back through the roof, attempting to grab the man once more, and launch him at full speed through the wall from whence they had arrived in this room, silently hoping that if it worked, Corr would slam into Adi...Or something equally as awesome. As he did this, he stepped to his right, turning his body, the debris Corr launched at him clipping his right shoulder, knocking him off balance slightly, the armor plating saving him from some severe damage, but leaving a giant bruise none the less, making his fingers go slightly numb for a moment. This just added to his anger, and he pushed his body to massive limits.....
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Post by Adi on May 24, 2013 14:51:24 GMT -8
A tingle around his impaled shoulder, and the Arkanian felt the dagger embedded there begin to move. As if it was on purpose, it was being pulled out rather slowly, perhaps to create more carnage in the already slagged shoulder. With gritted teeth, and a pissed-off sneer, Adi's right hand came up, and grabbed the hilt of the weapon when it was out about halfway, and whipped the blade at Eralam's center mass. While it would be more than likely rather easily avoided, it would simply serve as a distraction for what was following.
The Jedi's opponent was not a living being....at least not in the normal sense. It was quite obvious from the way it moved, not to mention the way it took damage, that it was some kind of force-sensitive droid. While exceedingly odd that a droid would have any kind of force sensitivity, it was not unheard of. Regardless of how, this thing was a robot, and thusly did not fall under the same kind of parameters Adi would normally be bound by in a fight.
This being could be attacked with the force, quite aggressively, with a move that Adi had not used in a while....force crush.
As the dagger neared its target....hitting it or not....Adi's eyes were focused elsewhere....the neck of this robotic monstrosity. Even though his left -arm- was pretty much useless, his left -hand- could still close...rather easily. Focusing with much fervor, the hand snapped shut, and Matango attempted to crush the internals of Eralam's neck...from the outside in...and as rapidly as he could. He clenched the left hand, and his teeth again ground together in the effort. Perhaps he would get lucky and land the crush before the droid would even have a chance to react....
...But he was pretty sure that wouldn't be the case....One unarmored Jedi vs foes that were armed and armored to the teeth? The prognosis was bleak at best....He could simply put forth the best effort his pain-wracked body would allow.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2013 10:53:21 GMT -8
Almost instantly, the stress sensors in the neck began howling. The reinforced joints would hold for a few seconds, but any longer than that and the Shard's neck would be compromised. It wouldn't be the crippling sort of injury that the move would cause on a human target, but Eralam was rather attached to his head. They had been through a lot together, and it would be a shame to part ways. So logically, the next step was to break the Jedi's focus. Break focus, break neck, then cut hair.
In the time it took for Eralam to follow this particular train of thought, the knife impact his chest and bounced off with a loud CLANG. It might have been phrik, and his chest might have been mere durasteel, but barring the use of a hydraulic ram, you're not punching through durasteel armor with a simple dagger. Doesn't matter what metal the blade is made of, it's just not gonna happen. If you don't believe me, go chuck tungsten blades at an up-armored Humvee's door and see what happens.
At any rate, as soon as the knife impacted, Eralam sprang forward, closing the distance in the blink of an eye. He landed on the ball of his right foot and brought his left leg up in a roundhouse kick, aimed at Adi's arm. By spinning on the ball of his foot, he converted the forward momentum into lateral and building up a considerable amount of force. His point of aim was Adi's left elbow, and he planned on impacting with the lower portion of his shin. He was betting that the wounded human would be unable to move quickly enough to dodge the kick in its entirety, and even a glancing blow would likely inflict horrendous pain, thus breaking concentration.
While this was going on, he brought his saber arm up, hand to shoulder level, blade pointed downwards and perpendicular to the ground. Should Adi attempt to strike with his lightsaber, it would be easy to block just about any blow that he could land on Eralam from their current position, simply by moving his arm up or down accordingly. After a blocking the swing, it would be a simple matter for the Shard to gut his foe, since his blade would effectively be inside Adi's guard. Granted, it would leave him open, but a sure killing blow is always worth a little risk.
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Post by Corr on May 29, 2013 15:57:18 GMT -8
He felt the nebulous hands of the Force attempting to touch him up again and this time was ready with his own use of the power. Striving against Iniquitous' Force grip he attempting to counter everything the other man did in order to keep him on track. Unfortunately he lacked the power to match Iniquitous as the Faceless Lord used his anger and rage to fuel his power, succeding only in minimising the effects. He did managed to keep his tumbling flight on track towards the tall darksider and his flail with his right arm sent the beskar claws flashing out. Due to his opponents side-step and punch was going to fall short so Corr swung his arm wide, claws raking through where Iniquitous' upper thighs are as he sailed past.
This was about as much as Corr could control unfortunately.
His headlong flight crashed into the floor, bouncing him up and towards the wall that Inky had been attempting to fling him towards. Whether due to Concordia's Force grab, or just because of his ballistic arc, became irrelevant as he crashed into the wall RIGHT BESIDES where he and Iniquitous had crashed through moments before. From Adi and Eralams side the wall exploded into shattered brick and mortar, showing the room with flying debris. Within this flying debris lurked many dangers, Corr Vhett and his jetpack being two of them...
The collision with the wall tore the straps holding the jetpack to Corr back and ruptured a fuel line causing the device to cough and flare madly. Hanging from one strap, body lolling to the side, Corr careened wildly into the room further before the thing snapped all together sending him plummeting one way while the jetpack went the other.
Haar'chak!
The big Mandalorain roared as he sailed through the air to crash into the ground just before where Eralam and Adi fought. His body hit hard, ribs groaning under the impact, the entire right side of his body bruising severely from the collision with the hard floor. His momentum wasn't to be arrested that easily though and, with another gasping curse he bounced up towards the two combatants. Though the flying missile of beskar and bone was enough of a problem for Adi and Eralam it was not the fastest moving missile. Corr's jetpack screamed through the air in a wobbly arc to careen in towards Eralam's back...
Corr's impact with the wall set the whole building to trembling even further. The two holes merged into one as more and more of the wall gave way, collapsing down to the floor. The whole building seemed to lean towards where the standing wall had lost a third of its substance, debris raining down on the combatants. With a staggering crash the floor above dropped about two foot over the disintegrating wall, sending the ceiling crashing down dangerously towards the back rooms. Glass shattered as the strain mounted on the outer walls and the grinding scream of stressed metal reverberated around the structure like the whining howl of a garrulous banshee...
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Post by Deadniquitous on Jun 4, 2013 7:33:31 GMT -8
Corrs claws raked across his thigh plate, the beskar on phrik making a terrible screeching noise. The force of the impact spun the big man around and dropped him on his ass in the debris, his eyeball bouncing on his cheek. Pain. Pain was now a constant. Instead of letting it blind him he forced it to fuel him further. His helmet was lost somewhere in the detritus of the room he and Corr had just blasted apart. Picking himself up off the floor, he tested his weight quickly on his legs...He could stand. They were bruised but not broken. If he survived this, he was going to need a bath in Bacta for a month......He spun around, his right hand coming up with his black bladed saber lit and ready for blood. Corr was headed for Eralams back, and Adi was reaching out in the force it seemed......With Eralam moving quickly to deal with that....So Iniquitous did the one thing any dark sider worth his saber would do. He flicked the dead switch to 'Fuck dude up' and launched it end over end towards Adi's chest, on the other mans right side, then stepped through the hole like some vengeful specter of death... The walls to either side had lit afire from Corrs jetpack, and with the dust and smoke, he looked positively terrifying. At least he would to a civilian......or a 12 year old. No matter. If Corr slammed into Eralam, and his own saber hit Adi...well, the dogpile would be interesting to say the least....
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Post by Adi on Jun 4, 2013 19:13:09 GMT -8
Well now, wasn't this a clusterf***......
Many things were happening at once. First and foremost, the droid was advancing, and the quick crush was ineffective it would appear. Regardless, there was a crash, followed by a flying Mandalorian barreling straight at them....not to mention one of Iniquitous' thrown sabers flipping through the air. There was but one course of action in this case...
Run...run like a bitch, and pray nothing hit him. To do that, though, he had to -move-...NOW.
Seeing that the crush was ineffective, Adi released it, and pushed off the ground with his good right leg as the droid began to advance. He launched himself backward about five feet, landing with a slightly bent right knee to absorb some of the light impact, and also ready him to move again immediately should he need to. This also kept as much weight as he could off his injured left leg as well. While the wound -was- cauterized, it could still be broken open again, and he didn't want to chance that yet., he kept his eyes on the trainwreck that was more than likely about to unfold in front of him. The saber would be sailing into the middle of it all, not to mention the jetpack coming in at Eralam's rear. He took another hop backward to get a little more distance between himself and the ugliness that was now probable.
Should be quite the show, if it went as it looked like it would...
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2013 13:09:36 GMT -8
Well, the crush was gone, which was nice. The wall behind the Shard sounded like it was being forcefully penetrated by something large and Mandalorian, which wasn't. Fortunately, Adi had decided to run like a little bitch, as befitting of someone with hair like that. That meant that Eralam had a split second to react.
As Eralam understood it, Corr was aimed at his back. The unmistakable sounds of a jetpack being flown by an idiot backed up this theory. There would have probably been cursing, if only the bastard would take off his face. Oh well.
Since there was no Jedi to take his kick, the Shard had plenty of momentum left over. He drew his leg back in, knee to chest, and continued to spin around until it was aimed at the moronic missile. Leg out, interlocks in place to keep the knee joint from buckling under the impact, check and check. Use of the Force to anchor the Eralam's robotic body in place, check. All he had to do was wait for the impact and hope that he had a strong enough hold on his current position.
While a fully armored Corr and Eralam's standard combat form are fairly similar in mass, Eralam was betting that his solid position would allow him to remain upright when the Mando hit. For Corr, who was completely at the mercy of gravity and forward momentum, the collision should be something akin to running into a steel I-beam midflight.
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Post by Corr on Jun 8, 2013 15:16:07 GMT -8
He almost understood it. What was slightly different than the above post was that Corr had become separated from his jetpack during his collision with the wall, the straps anchoring him to the device shearing off on one side, dropping him into an odd tangled dangle, before shearing completely and sending him crashing along the floor. The second point was that the laws of gravity didn't applied to Corr Vhett. If anything Corr Vhett applied to the laws of gravity in a way that made physics blush a rosy red and become weak at the knee's. Some say mother nature gets wet when Corr looks her way and that's what condensation is all about. It is unsure whether these things a true but the fact that portraits close their eyes when Corr Vett looks at them should prompt us to at least consider such things, wot?
But I digress.
The jetpack had continued on ahead of the silently ballistic Mando, who was silent as he listened to someone repeating his pizza order of his internal comm. Yes. His face had a comm within the face so that the face could talk without anyone outside the face knowing or reading either face for facial expressions that, nevertheless, should not be taken at face value.... savvy?
No no no! Hold the anchovies and pile on the barbecued beef... how hard is it to-
His words were cut off with an grunt as he hit the floor again, tumbling along in a uncomfortable-looking roll, ribs growling with pain. It was unlikely that Eralam had noticed that the Mandalorian had separated from his jetpack, such was the sudden nature of his turn and kick, and the device careened into the Shards extending leg. Should it strike metal on metal the ruptured fuel line, damaged from the impact with the wall and already trailing a dribble of flame, would cause the device to explode savagely in Eralams face... at the end of his leg of course. While perhaps not enough to seriously damage the durable Eralam, it would certainly cause the Iron Knight some serious problems, especially held in place as he was with his own use of the Force.
Corr was likewise effected by the snarling explosion tumbling under it as he was, the flame and force washing over his, knocking him flat and slamming him into the ground once more. His face slammed into the inside of his face as the outside of his face scrapped against the ground and he could taste blood as his teeth bit nastily into his lower lip. His forward momentum was too much to arrest and as the explosion had pushed him flat he was therefore scrubbed across the floor hard like a armoured J-Cloth. One thing he did manage was a swipe at Eralams standing leg as he skidded and bounced towards it, racking the beskar claws hungrily at the knee joint.
That was about it for his actions as there wasn't much else a ballistic, blown up, face-scraping, pizza-ordering Mandalorian could do in such circumstances, his options pretty limited this round. What he could do was drawn and channel the Force a little, using it to strengthen and protect him as best he could. The appliance of Force Body eased and sustained him in his injuries and approaching fatigue, providing a crutch for the harm garnered and the flagging of energy. A subtle use of Tutaminis also helped him to slide through the expanding cloud of energy, drawing on any excess heat to fuel the Force Body and provide him with a bit of reserve...
The explosion of the jetpack further weakened the structure, a structure that was already pretty fucked up. Calamities were sure to begin befalling the duelists as the building began to fold and give up on being an upright entity...
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Post by Deadniquitous on Jun 13, 2013 8:29:33 GMT -8
What to do what to do.......He stood wreathed in flame and shadow and looked effing BADASS. But MAN did was he in pain. He growled, because, well...that's what he did. He continued to focus the pain in his face to fuel his rage, thinking about the Mandalorian headbutting him in the face....He felt a twinge in his ribs, a memory...or something? An alternate universe perhaps where another black clad Mandalorian had killed him. He noticed Adi running away, and growled again...His Nephew. Jedi Master. Fallen Arkanian. Pansy. He focused on the man, and curled his hand into a fist, applying Crush to the retreating mans pelvis. He focused his considerable anger and pain on that area of the other man, and CRUSHED.
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