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"GRRRAAAWR!!"
The primal roar echoed through the the endless forests of Endor's moon, bouncing from tree to tree for miles in every direction as it sent birds from their perches and smaller creatures skittering to their hiding places. It was accompanied by the sounds and vibrations of gnashing teeth and splintering wood, the ground shook and the trees danced to the thumping beat of battle that only the struggles of an alpha predator in single combat could make. To a trained ear it would be obvious who the culprit was, one of the largest terrestrial predators the forest moon of Endor had to offer. A Boar-wolf. Standing at over three meters tall at the shoulder and extremely aggressive, they were one of the fiercest beasts the moon had birthed in its evolutionary cycle, truly an apex predatory creature in every sense of the word. If not for it's opposition it would easily be one of the more dangerous thing the moon had to offer.
Unfortunately for the Boar-wolf, even it was woefully outclassed by the being that had chosen to engage it in combat. At the other end of the engagement stood Delmon Skyblade. Alor of clan Ordo. Veteran of the Battle of Coruscant, two Mandalorian civil wars, and countless other battles. Survivor of the Battle of Dxun, killer of the fearsome Zakkegg and every other manner of beast the Demon moon had spawned, and the killer of Sith and Jedi alike. He hadn't gained his rank and title by sitting idly by. It was safe to say the beast didn't stand a ghost of a chance. Already bleeding from several deep wounds along its neck and shoulders, panting heavily as its sanguine tinged saliva dripped from its gaping maw and mixed with the dead leaves and muck of the forest floor, the Boar-wolf was on the ropes. Making another desperate attack, it pounced off of one of the many massive trees surrounding the two combatants towards the lone Mandalorian warrior. His own armor was scarred and beaten from the creatures blows, covered in a mixture of blood and dirt that seemed to increase in density after each successful strike.
Ducking low and bringing his beskar saber up and at a sharp angle, Delmon struck hard and fast. Burying the blade deep into the abdomen of the massive beast as it passed over him, the weapon wrenched from his hands as it did so. Drawing its twin, he turned to face the beast as it crashed into the forest floor with a earth shaking thud. He had bested the apex predator, its life force seeping into the soft earth as he approached. Ripping his blade from his flesh he let out a contented sigh as he began cutting apart the cooling corpse, intent on retrieving the creatures massive pelt and other various pieces.
In truth he hadn't been sent out into the sea of green to find and kill a Boar-wolf. Rather he was on the look out for any wayward Jedi that might still be wandering out in the wilderness. The upper echelons of the Rebellion wanted any loose ends tied tight, they had newly founded bases that needed to be secure. Errant force users muddled the equation, he had been sent to rectify the problem. Originally he had visited the forest moon to train the Rebellion soldiers how to effectively fight force users, but his experience in hunting and tracking had changed that duty into something different. As such he was sent into the endless forest for an indeterminate amount of time to hunt for forcers that might not even exist in the first place.
Such seclusion had given the Mandalorian a chance not normally afforded to him. Delmon had heard that a particular woman had recently joined the ranks of the growing Rebellion, one who he had past ties with he simply couldn't ignore. Vica Veszk, the woman who had delivered the message that had been the salvation for his people. Simply meeting her had the potential to raise unwanted attention, something the newly appointed Commander didn't want. His mission gave him the perfect alibi, plus being in the middle of nowhere made for an excellent place to have a meeting without any unwanted intrusions. The coordinates had been given, all he needed to do was wait. The Boar-wolf was a happy accident, a gift from the green to pass the time.
@BeeThe primal roar echoed through the the endless forests of Endor's moon, bouncing from tree to tree for miles in every direction as it sent birds from their perches and smaller creatures skittering to their hiding places. It was accompanied by the sounds and vibrations of gnashing teeth and splintering wood, the ground shook and the trees danced to the thumping beat of battle that only the struggles of an alpha predator in single combat could make. To a trained ear it would be obvious who the culprit was, one of the largest terrestrial predators the forest moon of Endor had to offer. A Boar-wolf. Standing at over three meters tall at the shoulder and extremely aggressive, they were one of the fiercest beasts the moon had birthed in its evolutionary cycle, truly an apex predatory creature in every sense of the word. If not for it's opposition it would easily be one of the more dangerous thing the moon had to offer.
Unfortunately for the Boar-wolf, even it was woefully outclassed by the being that had chosen to engage it in combat. At the other end of the engagement stood Delmon Skyblade. Alor of clan Ordo. Veteran of the Battle of Coruscant, two Mandalorian civil wars, and countless other battles. Survivor of the Battle of Dxun, killer of the fearsome Zakkegg and every other manner of beast the Demon moon had spawned, and the killer of Sith and Jedi alike. He hadn't gained his rank and title by sitting idly by. It was safe to say the beast didn't stand a ghost of a chance. Already bleeding from several deep wounds along its neck and shoulders, panting heavily as its sanguine tinged saliva dripped from its gaping maw and mixed with the dead leaves and muck of the forest floor, the Boar-wolf was on the ropes. Making another desperate attack, it pounced off of one of the many massive trees surrounding the two combatants towards the lone Mandalorian warrior. His own armor was scarred and beaten from the creatures blows, covered in a mixture of blood and dirt that seemed to increase in density after each successful strike.
Ducking low and bringing his beskar saber up and at a sharp angle, Delmon struck hard and fast. Burying the blade deep into the abdomen of the massive beast as it passed over him, the weapon wrenched from his hands as it did so. Drawing its twin, he turned to face the beast as it crashed into the forest floor with a earth shaking thud. He had bested the apex predator, its life force seeping into the soft earth as he approached. Ripping his blade from his flesh he let out a contented sigh as he began cutting apart the cooling corpse, intent on retrieving the creatures massive pelt and other various pieces.
In truth he hadn't been sent out into the sea of green to find and kill a Boar-wolf. Rather he was on the look out for any wayward Jedi that might still be wandering out in the wilderness. The upper echelons of the Rebellion wanted any loose ends tied tight, they had newly founded bases that needed to be secure. Errant force users muddled the equation, he had been sent to rectify the problem. Originally he had visited the forest moon to train the Rebellion soldiers how to effectively fight force users, but his experience in hunting and tracking had changed that duty into something different. As such he was sent into the endless forest for an indeterminate amount of time to hunt for forcers that might not even exist in the first place.
Such seclusion had given the Mandalorian a chance not normally afforded to him. Delmon had heard that a particular woman had recently joined the ranks of the growing Rebellion, one who he had past ties with he simply couldn't ignore. Vica Veszk, the woman who had delivered the message that had been the salvation for his people. Simply meeting her had the potential to raise unwanted attention, something the newly appointed Commander didn't want. His mission gave him the perfect alibi, plus being in the middle of nowhere made for an excellent place to have a meeting without any unwanted intrusions. The coordinates had been given, all he needed to do was wait. The Boar-wolf was a happy accident, a gift from the green to pass the time.