As the words and images seemed to permeate his mind, pain began to riddle through Azrakiel’s very core; Isolda’s manner of ‘assistance’no matter how well intended, was eerily reminiscent of his previous owner’s method of imposing his will upon a slave, and with all things being equal, elicited a programmed response. Much akin to training an animal to salivate due to a set series of stimuli, so too did this mental invasion cause Azrakiel to falter, as if prepared to cower in anticipation of forthcoming pain.
Lost in his pre-programmed reaction, he didn’t see the creature’s appendage striking from his blind spot, nor did he have a moment of clarity or opportunity to act; the armored tail quickly found it’s mark just above his floating ribs as a cacophony of snaps and pops heralded him being flung against the hard granite that was all around them. For what seemed to be an eternity, but in truth was a mere moment lost in time, the sound of his wheezing made it self-evident that a lung had been pierced and the acolyte had failed; but in appearances place no faith…
Just as it became obvious that Isolda would have to react promptly to the threat, as her silent guardian floundered about upon the earthen floor, she herself would be assailed through the auspices of the mind. A small humming, a mantra, a chant upon the proverbial prayer wheel, seemed to dominate her thoughts as Azrakiel’s untrained mind began screaming for all those trained in the Force to hear Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood , Blood, Blood, Blood! As the sound of his thoughts became louder and louder, it seemed that she had awoken by accident what his previous owner had often done intentionally out of perverse pleasure; she had caused him to enter into a primordial state of bloodlust.
Subconsciously calling upon the Dark Side was no easy task, but here, in this place, the energies that sustained the followers of the Dark Side were strong and thus easily accessible to the reptilian mindset that Azrakiel had fallen prey to. Strengthening his body to the point of near no return, even the heartiest of beings would cringe at what he was doing to himself, as tendons began to pop and musculature tore away from bone. Lost in the throughs of madness, an educated tactician would easily guess that if he were missing a limb, Azrakiel would be spraying the blood from its stump in his enemy’s eyes just to press advantage.
Leaping into the fray without thought to his physical state, any sort of tactic or strategy had been flung by the wayside as his own blood passed over his lips like a waterfall as it struck the earth; here was the berserkr, the whirling dervish, the wild eyed Hashishin that was willing to risk all to attain final victory over the foe…
One could only wince as they saw him utilize Ataru and allowed his body to become even further damaged as he moved and served with a certain acrobatic agility; all pain nerves had been severed now, all knowledge of what he was doing to his physical cast to the wayside, as crimson humming blade found purchase less than an inch and a half to the left of the creature’s heart.
With the creature falling to the earth, a labored growling that was intermingled with the wheezing of a damaged lung, seemed to be Azrakiel’s only constant before he turned towards Isolda “Never … Do that… Again…” Eyes widened due to a severe combination of madness and pain, it seemed for a moment that he was about to attack and then nothing. As the energy that had propelled him to attain victory quickly left his corporeal shell, he tumbled to the earth much like a marionette whose strings had just been severed by a cruel child. Laying amongst the ichor, the meat, and the bone of his enemy, it would be up to Isolda to carry on towards her appointed task. As Darkness sought to claim him, a mocking laughter, muddled and gargled from the flow of frothing blood from his own lips, seemed to serve as his only solace…
OOC: Just for clarification, he overextended
himself in using the Force Body technique,
which clearly has some dangerous results.
Edited by Azrakiel, 29 April 2014 - 07:08 PM.