His Force Pull had not been effective, having failed to imbalance the Marauder. The Sith’s defense was impressive, and Ruzaan had to marvel at the ease with which she wielded her blood-red lightsaber to withstand the barrage of incoming stun bolts; her movements were fluid, almost like a dancer. One bolt appeared to get through and strike her shoulder, but otherwise the Sith’s defense never wavered.
Her defense would’ve been oddly beautiful if she hadn’t followed it up by brutally murdering the crewman standing next to the rifle-wielding Ranger. With a violent jerk of her hand the Sith crushed the man’s torso with the Force and shook his lifeless body first at the Ranger, and then towards Ruzaan. The padawan stared in shock as the corpse ragdolled against the downed mushroom stalk before falling to the jungle floor, its neck bent at an unnatural angle and its glassy eyes forever fixated in surprise and agony.
Ruzaan felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He wanted to run, he wanted to cry, he wanted to forget the sight of the flaming, very naked Sith that had just waltzed by… but some things couldn’t be unseen.
The Sith on the wall gestured again; not an attack this time, but a challenge; this might’ve been Ruzaan’s first rodeo, but it was clear that the challenge was meant for him. He weighed his options; none of them looked promising. A frontal assault was out of the question, and evidently the distance between them wasn’t enough to keep the Sith from striking. Still, she’d sent a message, and he needed to respond.
Ruzaan continued to stand behind the fallen mushroom stalk, knees slightly bent and his senses on high alert for incoming attacks. Bringing his left hand up so it was level with his sternum, he held it straight up and down and ignited one side of his double-bladed lightsaber - a big, blue middle finger springing into existence and shining across the battlefield at the Sith. The lightsaber was then quickly moved to a more practical defensive position, with his hand level with his ribs and the blade slightly tilted to cover his right shoulder.
One Sith had already made the mistake of picking on him today, and her unconscious body was somewhere behind him in the jungle. Perhaps this one was wise enough to see that she was fighting a losing battle; her position on the wall (instead of in combat alongside her fellow Sith) indicated a strong sense of self-preservation, and would also give her a clear view of a battlefield that was decidedly in favor of the Jedi and their allies.
“Soon, you’ll be fighting alone” he called out to the Marauder. “You should surrender.”
@Killa Ree @llamallove
Her defense would’ve been oddly beautiful if she hadn’t followed it up by brutally murdering the crewman standing next to the rifle-wielding Ranger. With a violent jerk of her hand the Sith crushed the man’s torso with the Force and shook his lifeless body first at the Ranger, and then towards Ruzaan. The padawan stared in shock as the corpse ragdolled against the downed mushroom stalk before falling to the jungle floor, its neck bent at an unnatural angle and its glassy eyes forever fixated in surprise and agony.
Ruzaan felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He wanted to run, he wanted to cry, he wanted to forget the sight of the flaming, very naked Sith that had just waltzed by… but some things couldn’t be unseen.
The Sith on the wall gestured again; not an attack this time, but a challenge; this might’ve been Ruzaan’s first rodeo, but it was clear that the challenge was meant for him. He weighed his options; none of them looked promising. A frontal assault was out of the question, and evidently the distance between them wasn’t enough to keep the Sith from striking. Still, she’d sent a message, and he needed to respond.
Ruzaan continued to stand behind the fallen mushroom stalk, knees slightly bent and his senses on high alert for incoming attacks. Bringing his left hand up so it was level with his sternum, he held it straight up and down and ignited one side of his double-bladed lightsaber - a big, blue middle finger springing into existence and shining across the battlefield at the Sith. The lightsaber was then quickly moved to a more practical defensive position, with his hand level with his ribs and the blade slightly tilted to cover his right shoulder.
One Sith had already made the mistake of picking on him today, and her unconscious body was somewhere behind him in the jungle. Perhaps this one was wise enough to see that she was fighting a losing battle; her position on the wall (instead of in combat alongside her fellow Sith) indicated a strong sense of self-preservation, and would also give her a clear view of a battlefield that was decidedly in favor of the Jedi and their allies.
“Soon, you’ll be fighting alone” he called out to the Marauder. “You should surrender.”
@Killa Ree @llamallove