"Indeed, I hear it!" Bors replied as he swung his blade again at the abominations that were grouping up for a strike. The Giant Pango squinted his eyes and focused on the hellish city landscape. He could see the remnants of the city center in the distance. It was more than a fair distance, filled with toppled buildings, abomination hoards, cultists of Sith Lords, and who knew what else. There was the sight of what looked like smoke where the crashed ship might've been, but who knew if that was genuinely the ship or not.
"You!" Bors turned slightly and barked at the nearest squadron of soldiers. "You are with us! We don't stop moving unless a knight orders us to! No one gets left behind, no one falls alone! Radio to control to give us any support we can take!"
Without waiting for another word, Bors began to move forward. As Bors stomp the ground with each heavy step, he swung his blade at all the hostilities around him. The beasts roared and hissed and howled and rumbled at the foes that stepped out of formation, but Bors did not seem to mind outwardly.
Inwardly, Bors was terrified. It took trained soldiers countless hours upon hours to willingly step into combat. Bors was a mere padawan who slayed bugs and trandoshans, not literal monsters. But the cry for help had been sounded, and Bors' own compassionate spirit was stronger than his fear of teeth and maw.
"Stand up from the dead, in victorious sight, we strike with the cleansing of light!" Bors began to recite as he took several more steps into the chaos. The squadron behind him followed closely, utilizing blaster and blade alike to protect the singing Thaldek's flank. "Stand up in war, no surrender tonight, we charge straight into the fight! To the end! To the fall! To wherever the Force may lead!"
Slash, step, slash, step, stab, slash, the verses continued. Snicker snack, forth and back, the progress was slow and steady as new beasts replaced the ones that fell. Time seemed to slow around Bors as he marched further and further, cutting down those that got in his way. Blasphemous Beast and stalwart stone, crumbling ruin and putrid plant; all things were cut down with indiscrimination.
"Slight us, spite us, we are the arm of the holy..." Bors continued, his voice now steady as the marching steps he took forward. "Bite us, light us, strike with the force of the Light! Swear us, tear us, we will destroy all the lowly, all through the night its blood for blood!"
Bors was unsure how much time had passed. They were closer now. In the distance he could finally see the swarm of beasts clustered around a the outline of a ship. Between the group and it, a massive sinkhole filled with beasts and fallen soldiers. Such a roadblock would take some time for Bors to navigate around.
Bors glanced at Ava.
"Knight Ava, do you know how to fly?" Bors called out. With a moment of reprieve from the beasts, he placed his hands together, palms up. She was small and light and he was strong and heavy. With his strength and her abilities in the force, she could get to the ship and provide much needed support until he and the squadron could arrive. If she followed his lead, he would launch her across the massive sinkhole and hopefully directly onto the ship.
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"You!" Bors turned slightly and barked at the nearest squadron of soldiers. "You are with us! We don't stop moving unless a knight orders us to! No one gets left behind, no one falls alone! Radio to control to give us any support we can take!"
Without waiting for another word, Bors began to move forward. As Bors stomp the ground with each heavy step, he swung his blade at all the hostilities around him. The beasts roared and hissed and howled and rumbled at the foes that stepped out of formation, but Bors did not seem to mind outwardly.
Inwardly, Bors was terrified. It took trained soldiers countless hours upon hours to willingly step into combat. Bors was a mere padawan who slayed bugs and trandoshans, not literal monsters. But the cry for help had been sounded, and Bors' own compassionate spirit was stronger than his fear of teeth and maw.
"Stand up from the dead, in victorious sight, we strike with the cleansing of light!" Bors began to recite as he took several more steps into the chaos. The squadron behind him followed closely, utilizing blaster and blade alike to protect the singing Thaldek's flank. "Stand up in war, no surrender tonight, we charge straight into the fight! To the end! To the fall! To wherever the Force may lead!"
Slash, step, slash, step, stab, slash, the verses continued. Snicker snack, forth and back, the progress was slow and steady as new beasts replaced the ones that fell. Time seemed to slow around Bors as he marched further and further, cutting down those that got in his way. Blasphemous Beast and stalwart stone, crumbling ruin and putrid plant; all things were cut down with indiscrimination.
"Slight us, spite us, we are the arm of the holy..." Bors continued, his voice now steady as the marching steps he took forward. "Bite us, light us, strike with the force of the Light! Swear us, tear us, we will destroy all the lowly, all through the night its blood for blood!"
Bors was unsure how much time had passed. They were closer now. In the distance he could finally see the swarm of beasts clustered around a the outline of a ship. Between the group and it, a massive sinkhole filled with beasts and fallen soldiers. Such a roadblock would take some time for Bors to navigate around.
Bors glanced at Ava.
"Knight Ava, do you know how to fly?" Bors called out. With a moment of reprieve from the beasts, he placed his hands together, palms up. She was small and light and he was strong and heavy. With his strength and her abilities in the force, she could get to the ship and provide much needed support until he and the squadron could arrive. If she followed his lead, he would launch her across the massive sinkhole and hopefully directly onto the ship.
@homewrecker @DMCK