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[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."
 
[member="Itash Mecetti"]


Anger was a powerful force in battle. Especially for those sensitive to the Force. By using their rage as fuel, they could empower themselves and drive their body past its limitations. However, it was a double-edged sword. For the more you gave into it, the more you lost control. This was something many a Dark Force-user, drunk on the delusion of unlimited power, forgot.


The Wookiee was strong. There was no doubt about that. His offensive power was tremendous. As was his fury. His lightsabre was like an extention of himself, as he drove forward. Giving Enyo no reprieve, he alternated between cuts and thrusts, throwing in kicks and punches as he tried to batter her into submission.


Therein lay the issue. He could match her in strength. Perhaps even exceed her for a short while when empowered by his fury. But he could not keep up with the speed of a Droid. When faced with his onslaught, she retreated. Parrying blows or rolling out of their way. Oh, he still landed blows. Despite her deft acrobatics, he cut her across the upper chest, slicing her light combat suit open.


But he was denied the killing blow. Her energis remained the same. Unlike his for his savage fury came at a price, especially as he exerted himself more and more. Most importantly, he grew frustrated. This provided her with openings and so she turned his strikes against him, exploiting his momentum. Individually, none of the cuts that struck him were fatal. But they made him angrier.


Then came the moment when she side-stepped a brutal stroke he delivered. Striking, she launched a stabbing thrust towards his neck, but whilst in motion changed gears and turned the attack into a downward cut towards his hip joint, where his armour was weaker. Sparks flew and she raked across his leg, kissing flammable fur and flesh.


Enraged, he came at her like an ox, raining down furious blows. His fury fed her - and she tossed it back at him. Her assault came when she flicked her blade in one precise arc and sliced the berserker's sabre in two. Useless pieces of metal and electronics fell to the ground, which by now was covered with corpses.


The Wookiee's fury was so palpable that it could be felt. Lightning blasted from his fur-covered hands, so intense that it must cause him pain, but it only seemed to spur him on. Such was the power of the blast that Enyo was not only knocked back, but her lightsabre fell out of her grasp, deactivating itself in the process. She only had time to brace herself as dazzling arcs of pure wroth clawed over her body. As she rallied and got to her feet, twitching, the Wookiee charged her.


The storm of electricity was replaced by one of fists and claws as he beat on her - and grabbed her by the throat, trying to use his strength to lift her up and snuff the life out of her. Enyo's red eyes flashed behind her human irises. One eye would not stop flashing. He tightened his chokehold, applying a crushing grip. Alas, choking her was futile. For she did not breathe. So instead of fighting the grip, she focused.


Her lightsabre flew into her mechanical hand. And cut his conveniently oustretched arm at the elbow. A bestial, anguished howl escaped his throat when the limb fell off and he was left with a stump. Then she swung a punch at him, smashing her Droid fist into his face.


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Her Force-powered leap propelled Alexia above and beyond the Human. Too fast for him to land a stroke upon her legs and cut them off. But to his credit, he was quick - and probably more rested than her. So when she landed behind him and thrust the tip of her blade forward, aiming to cut through his armour like the proverbial hot knife and impale him, he'd spun and caught her blade with his own.


A hiss of frustration escaped her. With her blade occupied, he raised his leg and launched a savage high kick aimed towards her chest. High kicks tended to be very dangerous, since the most logical thing was to simply chop the offending leg off or grab it. But her blade was pressed against his and the pressure had affected her balance.


Then there was a muzzle flash. It came from her armoured glove. The small, thread-like, silver ion beam lanced through his leg. The Force kick knocked Alexia back and caused her to stumble. Breathing caused a sharp pain to spike inside her chest. He, by contrast, got a paralysed leg. Wrist ion beamers were such beautiful toys.
 

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