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The conclusion of the Hollow Halls and Hollow Hearts thread five years prior...
Xanthier's knee raked across the ground as he braced himself for the incoming shots. His hand crushing down so tightly on the saber handle that had seared his flesh that the metal hilt began to dent inwards. Being prone meant that the hunter had a smaller area to target, but it also meant that Xanthier himself would have more difficulty recovering from the steadily advancing assassin who's saber pulsed with an angry red glow as Kip advanced towards the boy, squeezing the trigger to his B8 pistol three consecutive times.
Xanthier's saber was already out in front of him as he crouched there on bended knee like a perverse knight about to be christened by death. Deflecting shots at any range was difficult, and while his reflexes were quick, the rapidly lestening distance between them nearly did him in. The bolts of super heated energy rushed forward at great speed towards the youth. Flashes from the muzzle of the pistol as it was yanked up just slightly by the recoil, held steady in the hand of the assassin. Fizzes sounded again and again as the shots collided with the boy's saber, ricocheting off into the dirt at odd angles. He had barely managed to reposition the blade in line with each as the assassin pulled the trigger.
Kip was now closing in. Xanthier rose to his feet, blade raised to meet his opposition. Body tucked in tightly to minimize his profile in preparation for inevitable shots that would surely follow.
"I can smell the rot from behind that mask. Tainted meat. Tainted like all Sith."
Xanthier spat out the last word as if it were poison in his mouth, speaking quickly and through partially clenched teeth. He had no intention of talking to the man, nor did he think that the words would distract him. Xanthier said it because he wanted to.
Blood still dripped from his chin unto the still warm surface of his armor. The tattered fabric beneath it now bore black singe marks and tiny holes where it had been exposed to the blast of redirected energy. His shoulder pained him, a constant gnawing throb that he forced himself to ignore for the time being.
There was a sudden roar of engines from behind the structure of the palace. From out of the corner of his eye, Xanthier spotted the first of many speeder bike riders, a weequay, with a stripe of red face paint haphazardly smeared across his face at eye level. The screeching of their counter thrusters echoed off the wall near Xanthier and Kip, and as soon as the two were in sight, they immediately open fired. Sending a hail of shots towards the two darksiders.
The twin barrels on either side of the bikes did not have any form of adjustment, built out of mostly crude parts haphazardly affixed to the bikes in questionable modification. The fixed barrels meant that almost all the shots remained on the same height level, though scattered.
The very moment they arrived, Xanthier dug his back foot into the sand and kicked forwards, spraying the sand towards Kip's mask in an effort to divert his attention long enough to make a jump backwards and out of the rain of hellfire headed towards them in the form of orange blaster bolts shot from the speeder bike cannons.
@Narsi @Lagota Desijilic
The conclusion of the Hollow Halls and Hollow Hearts thread five years prior...
Xanthier's knee raked across the ground as he braced himself for the incoming shots. His hand crushing down so tightly on the saber handle that had seared his flesh that the metal hilt began to dent inwards. Being prone meant that the hunter had a smaller area to target, but it also meant that Xanthier himself would have more difficulty recovering from the steadily advancing assassin who's saber pulsed with an angry red glow as Kip advanced towards the boy, squeezing the trigger to his B8 pistol three consecutive times.
Xanthier's saber was already out in front of him as he crouched there on bended knee like a perverse knight about to be christened by death. Deflecting shots at any range was difficult, and while his reflexes were quick, the rapidly lestening distance between them nearly did him in. The bolts of super heated energy rushed forward at great speed towards the youth. Flashes from the muzzle of the pistol as it was yanked up just slightly by the recoil, held steady in the hand of the assassin. Fizzes sounded again and again as the shots collided with the boy's saber, ricocheting off into the dirt at odd angles. He had barely managed to reposition the blade in line with each as the assassin pulled the trigger.
Kip was now closing in. Xanthier rose to his feet, blade raised to meet his opposition. Body tucked in tightly to minimize his profile in preparation for inevitable shots that would surely follow.
"I can smell the rot from behind that mask. Tainted meat. Tainted like all Sith."
Xanthier spat out the last word as if it were poison in his mouth, speaking quickly and through partially clenched teeth. He had no intention of talking to the man, nor did he think that the words would distract him. Xanthier said it because he wanted to.
Blood still dripped from his chin unto the still warm surface of his armor. The tattered fabric beneath it now bore black singe marks and tiny holes where it had been exposed to the blast of redirected energy. His shoulder pained him, a constant gnawing throb that he forced himself to ignore for the time being.
There was a sudden roar of engines from behind the structure of the palace. From out of the corner of his eye, Xanthier spotted the first of many speeder bike riders, a weequay, with a stripe of red face paint haphazardly smeared across his face at eye level. The screeching of their counter thrusters echoed off the wall near Xanthier and Kip, and as soon as the two were in sight, they immediately open fired. Sending a hail of shots towards the two darksiders.
The twin barrels on either side of the bikes did not have any form of adjustment, built out of mostly crude parts haphazardly affixed to the bikes in questionable modification. The fixed barrels meant that almost all the shots remained on the same height level, though scattered.
The very moment they arrived, Xanthier dug his back foot into the sand and kicked forwards, spraying the sand towards Kip's mask in an effort to divert his attention long enough to make a jump backwards and out of the rain of hellfire headed towards them in the form of orange blaster bolts shot from the speeder bike cannons.
@Narsi @Lagota Desijilic