Kursed - Site of the Lover's Quarrel
Although alleys and other holes were the perfect, darkened place for all sorts of vermin to emerge, the Mandalorian had nothing to fear about being caught off guard by that which was hiding within the alleyway before him. This was due to the fact that the Force Lightning that surged boldly forth from his fingertips served a secondary purpose: illumination. As the sparks flew through the air, the bright flashes cast light into the alleyway, revealing the form of the sniper cautiously making his way forward. Isley, being born and bred for battle, knew full well that enemies could drop in from every angle if permitted; and so allowed his attention to shift ever so slightly left to the alley, just for a moment. Upon seeing the gleam of the sniper rifle being raised in the enemy's hands, the Mandalorian mimicked the act in turn, raising his swordhand into the air. However, he did not perform this action in order to prepare himself to deflect whatever came his way with his blade, but so that he might direct a feat of telekinesis his way.
Then came the pull of the trigger and the fly of the round. Isley thrust his hand forward almost in sync with this moment and unleashed a surge of telekinetic might. Fortunately, it's direction was such that it would breeze by his wife and focus entirely upon the enemy within the alleyway. The round that had been fired found itself met with a superior force and was blown right back from whence it came, poised to strike its shooter somewhere upon the upper torso while the telekinetic force was poised to send the man hurtling backwards into the alleyway. With this rudimentary threat dealt with, the Mandalorian had just a moment to look out of the corner of his visor in time to see another enemy appear out of the woodwork. He raised his rifle, took aim, and fired; launching a round of ionized air in the Mandalorian's direction. Due to his attention being split, there was not much Isley could do this time; so he ended the stream of lightning and pivoted to face the round, keeping both hands raised.
He barely could muster the presence of the Force in time to do anything much, but cushioned his outstretched hands enough to keep the bones from absolutely shattering when the ionized air collided with them. The force of the collision was rather strong and sent the Mandalorian skidding back upon the pavement until he lost his footing and fell back. A well-placed hand upon the ground sprang him back upon his feet, however. A low growl of annoyance escaped the Mandalorian's lips as pain and smoke began to rise from his hands. Looking down, he saw that the heat of the round had smouldered his armorweave gloves and caused burns to form upon the skin; but nothing that would take him out of the fight. However, lightsaber combat was out of the question at the moment, so he extinguished the blade of his lightsaber and stowed it upon his belt.
Pain was a powerful medium for the Dark Side, and such was the nature of the Magic the Mandalorian began to beckon. His hands moved in an intricate circle whilst clouds of black began to form about his fingertips. Then, he uttered the incantation whilst thrusting his palms forth together:
"Dwomutsiqsa." From his hands leapt the clouds of darkness and they sailed onto the pavement before him, spontaneously erupting into twin spirals of smoke. From beyond the physical realm they came, formless at first before shaping themselves into humanoid, yet demonesque forms.
"Kill them, now." he ordered, denoting the men who had fired upon him as his targets before striding forward to return his attention to his loving wife.
"Now, where were we...What's gotten into me? Oh, I don't know..." he teased, resuming his assault with another torrent of Force Lightning.
At his command, the Smoke Demons did as bid. The first, Alpha, bounded into the air and sank its claws into the wall of the adjacent building, climbing swiftly into the alleyway after the sniper. The second, with the speed of a sprinting Wookie, rushed along the streets of the city, growling and filling the air with gutteral noises. When it finally came upon its target, the second, Beta, leapt and reared back its razor sharp claws, attempting to claw the wielder of the concussion rifle to ribbons. Now things were finally getting interesting...A full on escape to the tunnels? The Kursed would have to do something about that!
@[member="Lucas Burke"], @[member="Saren Kel-Varad"], @[member="Phoebe Verd"], @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"], @[member="Galaar CC-252"], CC-935 Bluejay, @[member="CC-117 Canal"]
