Pam0wl
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The sith was built for stamina, made to last long winded battles whilst still shoving out powerful bouts of the force. It would take some time to wear him down with pure saber technique alone. Vermon had spent years studying under the harsh masters of the Brotherhood. He himself had been moulded into a weapon - an extension of the darkside, just like his saber was an extension of his own arm. But in Vermon's power, so too lied his weakness. The more the sith sought and manifested physical, forceful power, he was also blinded and limited by it. He commanded the force, bent it to his vicious will rather than allow it fluidly guide his movements. That led to frustration and it showed in his bulging amber eyes.
No matter how fast he fast his mountain of muscles to move, he wasn't able to keep up with Al's movements. It was vexing, near infuriating. With every missed slash or jab, the sith sent out an equally devastating blast of the force, hoping to wear the jedi down or take him by surprise. "Stand and fight, you cowardly dog!" He snarled like a savage kath hound, gnashing his teeth in visible irritation. Yet the sith visibly twitched at Al's singular taunt; it appeared the jedi had found the chink in the sith's armour. And it sent him into a near blind rage.
Vermon made an vehement slash at Al's torso with one saber whilst the other aimed to take his legs. "I will kill you, jedi. Slowly. And painfully. When I recapture your little street rat of a student, I will make her listen as you beg for death!"
No matter how fast he fast his mountain of muscles to move, he wasn't able to keep up with Al's movements. It was vexing, near infuriating. With every missed slash or jab, the sith sent out an equally devastating blast of the force, hoping to wear the jedi down or take him by surprise. "Stand and fight, you cowardly dog!" He snarled like a savage kath hound, gnashing his teeth in visible irritation. Yet the sith visibly twitched at Al's singular taunt; it appeared the jedi had found the chink in the sith's armour. And it sent him into a near blind rage.
Vermon made an vehement slash at Al's torso with one saber whilst the other aimed to take his legs. "I will kill you, jedi. Slowly. And painfully. When I recapture your little street rat of a student, I will make her listen as you beg for death!"