Gûry Sündr Gantz
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- Aug 13, 2018
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The cries of the dying and the fearful could not be ignored by the Knight Gûry anymore. Heedless of Master Guleya's instruction, and trusting in the man's capability to defend himself ably, the young man rushed off from the main group of defenders. Using the Force, he amplified his speed with slight pushes out of the soles of his feet as he sprinted in the direction of the screams. And while he loved dogs still, he did not think that the death of these mutts would bring him much distress. With an increasingly difficult to control anger flowering within him, the Knight was hard pressed to defend both the people and his own heart as well.
In his mind raced questions endlessly: inquiries into his purpose here, into the Jedi, into his own reasons for being one and for following the Code. He knew the answers, of course, but alone with his thoughts, the inexperienced Knight would find himself hard pressed to recall as easily as he did in the classrooms. Emerging from an alley, he found some mangled, torn bodies scattered about on the streets. Knowing that the grisly trail marked the path of his prey, though, Gûry gulped heavily to suppress a gag before following the carnage in search of the war-hounds.
In his mind raced questions endlessly: inquiries into his purpose here, into the Jedi, into his own reasons for being one and for following the Code. He knew the answers, of course, but alone with his thoughts, the inexperienced Knight would find himself hard pressed to recall as easily as he did in the classrooms. Emerging from an alley, he found some mangled, torn bodies scattered about on the streets. Knowing that the grisly trail marked the path of his prey, though, Gûry gulped heavily to suppress a gag before following the carnage in search of the war-hounds.