Reborn
[member="Enyo Typhos"]
It took him a few moments, but he managed to climb himself back up to his feet.
The Whiphid?
Just waited and let him pick himself up again, probably the worst type of insult any predator was capable of extending to others. The message was clear: you aren't a threat, not now, not ever. It was up there with showing your back to your victim, because they weren't enough of a threat to need caution. "Do you know what they say about wounded animals?" Itash murmured, spitting out some more blood and wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Parts of his body hurt, pretty sure at least two ribs were broken and that was just on his left side.
But there was anger simmering internally.
It made the pain fade just a bit, pushing it down.
The Whiphid didn't reply, instead just tilting their head and starting to suck in more breath through bared teeth and thick lips. It was clear that it was readying itself for a second salvo, before Itash could reply something in return. His lightsaber was launched within the second, wide angle from the left to dig in deep into the warhog's side before they could retort.
That was only the feint, of course, because the moment the Whiphid got distracted by that sudden movement Itash's hand lashed out and from it the Force erupted.
Not in the way of telekinesis (sadly he was no telekinetic god this time around) nor electricity. Instead it was a crimson light, bleeding into the air as it moved through and hit the Whiphid straight in the chest.
Tash immediately felt better as their life-force was stolen from them, allowing him to approach closer, applying his other hand as well to increase the Force Drain.
"We bite."
It took him a few moments, but he managed to climb himself back up to his feet.
The Whiphid?
Just waited and let him pick himself up again, probably the worst type of insult any predator was capable of extending to others. The message was clear: you aren't a threat, not now, not ever. It was up there with showing your back to your victim, because they weren't enough of a threat to need caution. "Do you know what they say about wounded animals?" Itash murmured, spitting out some more blood and wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Parts of his body hurt, pretty sure at least two ribs were broken and that was just on his left side.
But there was anger simmering internally.
It made the pain fade just a bit, pushing it down.
The Whiphid didn't reply, instead just tilting their head and starting to suck in more breath through bared teeth and thick lips. It was clear that it was readying itself for a second salvo, before Itash could reply something in return. His lightsaber was launched within the second, wide angle from the left to dig in deep into the warhog's side before they could retort.
That was only the feint, of course, because the moment the Whiphid got distracted by that sudden movement Itash's hand lashed out and from it the Force erupted.
Not in the way of telekinesis (sadly he was no telekinetic god this time around) nor electricity. Instead it was a crimson light, bleeding into the air as it moved through and hit the Whiphid straight in the chest.
Tash immediately felt better as their life-force was stolen from them, allowing him to approach closer, applying his other hand as well to increase the Force Drain.
"We bite."