Beheading Teddy Bears

[GhostOfProtocol]

He noted two things. First off, that detonator was a stupid idea, the second, he flew just a little. He remembered the blast and he remembered Charr using the force to push him aside. He felt himself hit a tree and he felt his lightsaber fly from his hand. He heard as his skull connected with the tree and he smelt the blood as it poured from the wound. It wasn't quick enough to cause any quick damage, but if it was left untreated it would probably lead to his death.

Using the force he pulled his lightsaber to him, slowly using the tall grass to hide it. He didn't see if Charr had survived or not, all he really knew is that he regretted taking this bounty. He never planned to be murdered as soon as he stared even trying. The only way he could of made this better was saber to saber.

He raised his voice, trying to project it towards Solan. "No more games Charr. No more hiding, no more trying to hide behind force powers. We settle this like men, together in the middle of this clearing, lightsaber to lightsaber."

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Jardo Snow"]

Like Jardo his own body was not holding up too well but it functioned and now he didn't even need the illusion as he stood and his seared arms showed, burned again and still smoking. There was blood seen but not too much and his hands curled up tight as he stared. "No... You will leave and i will not be forced to remove one of your limbs. Any more damage and your body will go into shock no matter how well you deal with the pain. So turn it off now before i am forced to leave you here to die because of your own stupidity. You are not ready to fight my..." That was all he said as he breathed in and started towards the ship, this kid was stupid to try in the first place and the only thing that would make it worse if he did not take the moment to leave with his honor and life intact.

 

[Sareen Zar]

When his fist came down Sareen tried his best to avoid it, nevertheless the amount of force pushed him into a nearby tree. Sareen hadn't felt this much pain since a bounty he had on Ord Mantell. Contiously hissing and roaring with pain, Sareen activated a few switches on his gauntlet. Slowly his armor began to peel off, revealing his green scales that traversed his body, eventually hiss helmet split in opposite directions allowing Sareen too reveal his face.

Spoiler

What he now adorned was a black jumpsuit that went from his ankles to his shoulders, leaving his arms unaffected by the cloth. Across his chest was a belt dangled with small vials.

With his throbbing headache Sareen could hear the one who called herself Taeli Raaf and gave her the pleasure of his reply, "My honor ssshall sstay intact, even with thisss hulking beassst of a man. For I am Sssareen Zar, a feared Trandossshan Hunter." With her out of the way Sareen charged at Gwrtherym, and before the last instant, slid under him clawing his feet thoroughly. Now facing his backside Sareen lifted himself of his feet with grace, and launched himself at the giant, and if nothing interfered, Sareen would land on his back digging his claws into the skin of the beast.

@Orphen @Gwrtheyrn @Lady Kay [member="Jardo Snow"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

"You don't take me for someone who walks away from a fight"

Jardo wasn't done yet, even if Solan was. He managed to crawl to his feet, lightsaber active in his hand. "Bring out the lightsaber Charr. I'd just love to see you try to remove one of my limbs, i'd love to see you try!" he shouted, spinning his lightsaber in his hand, watching the back of Solan sulk off.

"Charr, are we going to fight?" he asked slowly, lightsaber cutting through a fallen branch on the floor. He wanted to clash lightsabers with Solan Charr. Solan may of had the upper hand in force combat, but even in this beaten up state, Jardo would outsaber this guy any day of the week.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Gwrtheyrn]

This was the second time an opponent had attempted to slide between Gwrtheyrn's feet. The first had been in a truly bizarre turn of events a duel against a human maid wielding razor wires. There had to be some form of precedent event within galactic media or myth that inspired such behavior. Either way the point was moot unlike his previous battle with Ikki the Trandoshan bounty hunter was much closer thus defending against such a maneuver would be much harder.

So Gwrtheyrn accepted the strike feeling the aggravating discomfort of furrows gouged into his carapace. Painful but far from crippling, for as children Maelibus were known to rake each other with their claws during rough and tumble play. As to not breed a species of mutilated wrecks Maelibus physiology had adapted to handle this kind of treatment well.

The leap was not hard to anticipate. Firstly Gwrtheyrn had some experience with Trandoshan fighting methods and secondly his kind were ambush predators thus understood how enticing the idea of a decisive pounce could be. However such a method of attack had its downsides , namely that unless one had the means to fly then they had sacrifices the ability to dodge stuck as they were in their aerial arc.

Gwrtheyrn's answer to the jump was a spinning lariat, his arm outstretched to smash into the airborne attackers central mass with the same redoubtable force as the first blow. Even a beast such as a Wampa could not last long against such terrible strikes let alone a Trandoshan.

[member="Orphen"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Sareen Zar"]

 

[Sareen Zar]

The hit was almost as painful as the first one. It launched him dozens of feet before crashing into the dirt, this time only narrowly avoiding the trees. This fight was already lost, and Sareen knew it. But he always has another trick up his sleeve, and the sound of a ship's engines slowly flying towards them, notified him that it was ready.


Sareen stood up, and brushed off the accumulation of dirt that had covered him during his fall. He looked up and his opponent and gave him a toothy grin, "Well, it hasss been a time and a half, but it ssseemsss my ride isss here." Finishing that sentence Sareen pulled two vials from his belt and threw them across the ground. Once colliding into the surface the small vials let out dark smoke, unseeable by all except those who had infrared vision.

The Sentinel Class Landing Craft sped through the smoke, making a small dive at it. As it lifted it self from the cloudy substance a man could see the hatch was open, with a green scaly being inside of it. Once it cleared the tree line, the hatch closed, concealing any more glances at the Trandoshan warrior.

Inside Sareen walked towards the cockpit of the small craft, heavily disappointed in his loss of the bounty. And with the loss of all his weaponry, armor, and speeder bike. All he had left were his gas vials, ship, and his precious lightsaber. Resting on the control console of the cockpit. He had stolen from a Jedi, much like the one's he had faced, except he had one that duel. With this dishonor, Sareen decided he would try to make amends with the Scorekeeper by hunting down a few wookies of the finest fur's. Then his new taste for revenge would be settled.

[member="Gwrtheyrn"] [member="Jardo Snow"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Orphen"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Kalyr Alor"]

 

[Isar]

Two Ewoks confronted each other beneath a tall tree. The darker of the two bore the trappings of a tribal chieftain, while the other wore strange gauntlets and a length of chain slung bandolier-style. They exchanged rapid words in their native tongue, with shrill and undulating tones.

<You should not have come, Defiler. You are not welcome here.>

<The spirits spoke to me. They cried out. I will not let my planet suffer.>

<It was never yours.>

<No, but it will be. Where are they?>

<Follow the trail of Tana's pain. You will find them at the end, where the smoke rises and the pines burn.>

<Thank you.>

<Spare your gratitude. Leave after you're finished, or I'll set the Shamans on you.>

At that the gauntleted one let out a high, savage snarl, pudgy lips twisting in defiance. <Try me.>

<I will, son.>

The Defiler spat at the Chieftain's feet, hatred in his tar-black eyes. <I was never your son.>

He turned and left, soon vanishing amid the pines.

* * *

Storm clouds gathered over the humans and humanoids who fought upon Endor. Rain fell, soft at first but growing in intensity until it poured down in sheets. Green lightning crackled through the skies, as though to pierce the darkness of the forest canopy with its brilliance. And such thunder did the storm spirit rumble that it seemed to cause the very earth to shake.

Warok strode through the torrential downpour that trickled through the leaves and needles above, heedless of drenched fur. His fists were clenched and quivered with rage. He had heard of what these foreigners had done to his people. Deceived them. Slaughtered them. Lay claimant to godhood. A tightness squeezed the Ewok's tiny chest. He could feel the wroth of the Great Spirits, could hear the signs. The trees groaned in the wind, in anger. The wind whipped through them, in anger. And the very creatures of the forest had fled, in fear of their anger.

But not the storm.

That had been his doing, his anger.

He had learned much since he had been away from Tana, or Endor as the foreigners called it. Magics akin to Ewok Shamans, and some not so alike. As he walked toward the source of blaster fire and screaming engines he reached into the spirit world, the realm of the Fanged God. His people had other names for him, the Horned One, the Tree-breaker. The Fanged God was known to many names, but he was the same entity to both Ewok and Dathomiri. He and the Wind Goddess formed two halves, two pools.

Both carried great and terrible power.

The warrior shaman crested a slope and witnessed a group of foreigners below, some with sabers drawn. Others with blasters. One bore a flaming sword. Warok gnashed his teeth.

Warok drew upon the strength of the hunt, on the power of a Gorax's mighty shout. He filled his lungs and roared into the warring sky, willing his voice to be heard above the wind until the blood vessels in his face threatened to burst and his shrill roar carried for miles, heard even above the sudden storm.

"Graks, outworlders! Leave Tana. Leave my planet." ​

​

[member="Solan Charr"] | @Gwretheyrn | [member="Orphen"] | [member="Jardo Snow"]

 

[Orphen]

Though his vision was clouded, thankfully he did not often see through his own eyes as the data-feed from his own helmet moved to a hybrid mix of normal sight and 3-D imaging based on echo-location.

Orphen watched the battle commence around them, but, with his side-line position, he had ample time to see the aircraft come into sight, his AI was ready, and as his helmet had been producing the signal for some time now, the ALPHA series AI along with his guiding hands had more time than he needed to emulate the wavelength and the digital footprint of the signal, hopefully giving him an entrance into the aircraft's systems. The signal in order for the automated pilot to be able to compute the signal itself, hone in on the signal and locate it, whatever the planet that it was on, and take action in such a way that it would avoid hazards in order to reach the signal. So, in some way, from the homing beacon to be simply that, it would need to, in some way, connect to the motor systems of the Sentinal class drop-ship as well as the radar and most importantly, the navigation computer. Everything was connected, and with connections, there options. The Savant Datapad through the ALPHA class A.I. would burrow through the open computers, bypassing digital defenses as the ship entered the radius of his sophisticated equipment.

Orphen had said exactly what he would do if his ship came within range, though, it was really more of an attempt, Orphen had not had 'extensive' training in the hacking of a navigation system, though, the A.I. he was wielding was sourced from an R-7 astromech droid re-purposed into a combat A.I... Orphen would attempt to pull no punches, going straight for the throat of his ship, being the navigation computer and the engines themselves, moving to copy and install a block into the navigation computer, so that the ship could not leave on any pre-programmed escape route... or route in general. While simultaneously cutting the engines and forcing the star-ship into its pre-programmed landing procedures.

It was not easy.

Ships of this day and age were sophisticated, easily as sophisticated as his AI, which, was doing a lot of the leg-work in this not so simple case, and though he worked on his datapad with the added help of his own machinery he felt like he could be successful, but with the short amount of time Though, through all of this, it seemed that they had another invader... with his presence the skies darkened and rain came with them... which was never a good sign, Orphen was not certain that the storm which seemed to roll in was natural, as he did not have his visor to check for him. Though, it seemed his questions were answered when the presence of the dark side made itself known when an Ewok stood upon a hill-top and bellowed down with an enhanced voice. Orphen did not so much as stutter, his fingers still aflame with trying to reign the ship under his control, regardless to whether he would have caught the man or not, Orphen had access to his navigation computer, but, not quite the engines, meaning that the trandoshan would be able to fly manually until he was out of range of Orphen, then the computer could fly him automatically, but, it would only be a few more moments until he had the engines.

Deep within the Nav-Computer he would leave coding behind, stray, spelling out 'Savant' in a cypher, tagging his data

Speaking aloud to Taeli, as he worked, he pointed towards the Ewok... his presence in the force far greater than his own, or that of his friends...

"I think.... that was the disturbance i was talking about mistress... ... ...."

He said meekly, getting ready to help should he need to.

[member="Taeli Raaf"] | @Gwrtheryn | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Sareen Zar"]

 

[Sareen Zar]

Sareen felt done with this bounty, but apparently others didn't. His A.I. Pilot began to notify him of a slicer in the systems. Not on my watch kid, thought Sareen. Quickly Sareen found where he had been trying to slice into, The navigational systems? He's after my engines! Not today little friend. With haste Sareen blew upon the case of which held his lightsaber and ignited it's yellow blade. Without hesitation he stabbed the blade into the navicomputer, chopping off all systems or slicers inside. Should that not work Sareen sped the sublight speed engines to the maximum, flying further and further away from the forest moon.

He was done with this rock, for good.

[member="Orphen"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Jardo Snow"] [member="Gwrtheyrn"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[Gwrtheyrn]

Gwrtheyrn could sense the festering reek, a malignant tumor on the face of reality. Rain dripped down the Silver Jedi's resplendent carapace before soaking into the forest earth. The Trandoshan had already fled, leaving a bitter taste in the poets mouth. Such acts were the stuff of jests and bawdy tavern songs not an epic worthy of true warriors. Now it seemed that another had come to the fore seeking challenge.

The tainted proclamation rang out across the valley. Infused with the umbral energy of the darkside there was no mistaking it - a declaration of command.

Under different circumstances Gwrtheyrn would have acquiesced, however coming from the lips of a witchling such as this he would sooner fall upon his own blade. Warock was not the only one guided by otherworldly forces , Gwrtheyrn was a sworn warrior of Ashla and he would not bow before such baleful power.

Raising his own voice to the heavens the Maelibus used the considerable power of his own lungs to answer the darksiders edict.

"I am Gwrtheyrn - warrior of the Silver Jedi order and Filid of Clan Ferrum of Iego. I do not deign to take orders from diabolists such as yourself. The bluster and scope of your devilry hold no terror for one sworn to the light. Either surrender now or I shall take your unconscious and broken form before my masters the Lord and Lady Heavenshield for judgement."

Raising a golden hand the great sword emerged from the dirt and flew into the warrior poets grip. Reacting to the Sith's influence it was now a nova of flame that spelled ruin for servants and spirits of the darkside alike.

Grasping the hilt of the towering blade in both hands Gwrtheyrn began to pick up speed towards where Warok stood.

And as he did so the poet began to sing a hymn of battle.

The song was an ancient one dating from the first war on Tython that Gwrtheyrn had come across in the Silver Archives. It spoke of the clash of swords and the unfathomable struggle of galactic forces. Under any circumstances it would be a moving piece but from the lips of a Maelibus Filid it took an even greater property. Those listening would feel their mind being lured into a trance at the siren call of Gwrtheyrn's species. While Warok could probably resist the mental pull through his arcane fortitude it would no doubt be a great distraction, playing absolute havoc with both his reaction times and ability to successfully preform ritual magic requiring speech, gestures or complex mental processes.

[member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Orphen"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Jardo Snow"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Orphen"] [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Solan Charr"] [member="Jardo Snow"] [member="Gwrtheyrn"]

"Protect the Senator, Orphen," Taeli said, stepping over to them as the Trandoshan left but was replaced by a small Ewok that seemed familiar to her. Oh yes, she knew that presence now. He was the little Ewok that summoned the zombies when she led the forces on Sposia. Joyful, it would make sense he might be on Endor.

"Technically, it's a moon," Taeli replied to the Ewoks demand. "I don't think we can stand on the surface of a gas giant, but haven't exactly tried that one out. Last I checked, this wasn't anyone's moon either sooooo using your's might be a bit of stretch. But our friend here from the Silver Jedi seems to be of the opinion you should leave. I suggest you take that offer."

To emphasize her point, she let her hand drift to her lightsaber and unhooked it from her belt. She didn't activate it yet, but she would if the fight occurred.

 

[Isar]

Shreds of sudden melodious crooning alighted in the Ewok's ears, a pittance of notes who had survived the storm's obstreperous rumbling. Yet even this paltry handful of music speared Warok's little heart with a rending-beauty given sultry voice. The Defiler returned such pulchritude with scornful gaze and fur on end.

"I know your kind, demon of Iego." Warok sneered down at the Golden One, though the wind snatched his words and lost them in a gust. The maleficent strength that had deepened his words and made them ring throughout the forest was gone, soon to be replaced by yet another spell.

Well did he remember the Sith Lord Shara, who had for years stood at the Dark Lord's right hand. This so-called deity sprung from the same foul pit. His horns and hide marked him as a Maelibus, a creature with the strength of a dozen men and the voice of an angel. Warok could only imagine how easy it had been for the swordsman with the golden-hide to delude the tribes with lies of godhood and displays of power; for beings of Iego possessed an innate sorcery with bewitching songs.

A peal of thunder drowned out the voice of the female.

Pine needles and mud squelched underfoot as Warok strode toward the Maelibus. He reached out a paw and casually scraped off a length of moss from a nearby pine. Then he tore the moss in two and stuffed a bit in each ear, whilst pushing away idle comparisons between rent moss and the image of demon claws sheering his body in twain.

The Exile willed the moss to grow until the sound of wind and rain faded and until he was sure that a blow to body or head would not dislodge them. Against the au natural ear plugs and the wrath of the storm spirit, the demon's song bore no victory. Though the same could be said for Warok's hearing. A small price to pay to remove one of the Maelibus' more deadly implements.

Furry brows glowered until it seemed as though the Ewok's cavernous black eyes might disappear into their depths. The heady sensation of coursing adrenaline left him giddy.

With senses stretched taut in lie for an attack from the other offworlders, Warok surged forward, dipping into the Hunt's power and drawing forth the speed of the Rakazzak beast, a nine-foot tall arachnid which hunted the forests of Endor upon eight swift legs. He became a small brown blur. Eyes narrowed against stinging droplets, feet pounding the moist earth, he charged his opponent, the disproportion in size making it laughable.

When he neared five meters, Warok made a preternatural bound. Cresting through the rain, a bundle of speed and temerity, he landed just in front of the Maelibus and transferred all his forward momentum into a single punch aimed at the creature's right kneecap. Such a blow, if bare knuckled, would have shattered every bone in Warok's paw and done little more than tickled the demon. But Warok wore gauntlets that glistened in the rain. Installed in the depths of those twin chunks of cortosis-woven durasteel were generators, the same sort used in the power hammers of miners. Hammers which could shatter boulders in a single blow. Incidentally, these gauntlets could do the same. Warok knew. He'd tested them.

As for the kneecap? Well, when human kneecaps suffered such a blow ligaments tore, cartilage was obliterated and the knee had a tendency to concave. Yet, Warok had never witnessed what would happen should a Maelibus kneecap weather such a punch. He relished the chance to find out.

Not a mortal blow by any means, but enough to send a clear message.

Leave.


Equipment:
-Elemental Totem
-Gorax Totem
-http://starwarsrp.net/topic/38492-gauntlets-of-the-golden-one/
-http://starwarsrp.net/topic/48784-chain-whip-lightsaber/

[member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Orphen"] | [member="Gwrtheyrn"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Kalyr Alor"] [member="Gwrtheyrn"] [member="Orphen"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Warok the Defiler"]

Kay didn't recognize Taeli, but with the respect that she was being given, she gave her a small smile. Kalyr was being silent which only meant that he was doing a lot of thinking and that could be dangerous. She stayed behind with her bodyguard and watched the battle between Gwrtheyrn and the evil Ewok. Seeing the giant of a man-beast fight was a spectacle indeed. She had wondered if his species was ever used
for gambling purposes by criminal organizations. Hopefully not. She had no doubts however that this warrior poet would win this battle against the pint sized opponent.

 

[Orphen]

Edits wa made:

His foe had escaped, but he had managed to make a copy of the coordinates in his navicomputer before he had managed to leave, there was little the trandoshan was able to do to prevent it, as he was not in the ship for some of the time Orphen was jacking into the controls, though, after he left, the Ewok seemed to have appeared, and the battle which seemed to be about to commence was looking like it was going to be a spectacle. Reaching out through the force, and with the equipment of his helmet, Orphen had the Ewok mapped while he had presented himself in a heartbeat. Orphens' first course of action was going to begin with aiding the Maelebus with his drones... something which would have come naturally, though, with the command of his master to fall back and protect the senator... there was not much that he could do to argue the more than valid point. Orphen trusted the words of his master, but, he could sense something on the person of the Ewok... those gauntlets looked more than dangerous, though, it was likely nothing that Gwrtheryn could not handle... the light-saber of the Ewok however, was perhaps something that would be far more effective, so, reaching out with the force, subtley, Orphen coiled his mind around his light-saber with his power to influence machines... the numbers and calculations running through orphens' mind as well as his familiarity with the light-saber like every Jedi he would effect it in such a way 'almost' nothing was changed, to the point without the finest ability to sense the difference, one would not be able to tell, especially with the Ewok's focus on everything else being conjured and given attention. Though, the change was significant enough, that, should the Ewok Attempt to erect the blades, he would be met with a nasty surprise...

Light-sabers were such fragile things.

After the couple of seconds that it took to perform the stealthy deed though, working on minute detail on a moving target was not easy, and it taxed the jedi more than he could have imagined. Orphen would nod to his master with a smile on his face, muttering a quiet 'Yes Mistress Raaf' turn on his heel and run over to the senator. Not removing his helmet at all his hand would lash out to firmly grab her by the lower arm as he would speak quickly that the two of them needed to get out of here now... this place was only seeming to get more and more perilous with every instant, when it came to bounty hunters, they were fine... Orphen highly doubted there was a bounty hunter or mandalorian whom was able to stand up to the combined might of Orphen and Gwrtheryn... but when it came to sith who were able to cloud the skies with their power and dominion over the force. He only hoped that there was a distance far enough away that they would be safe from the incoming storm.

"As much as you're not going to like hearing this lady Kay... we need to get you off this planet, if the sith are here, this is only going to get worse. Do you have a ship nearby that we can get on?"

Orphen spoke in a hurry, egging her to move away from the area as much as possible, because, although she was a brilliant political presence to have, in a combat scenario with people waging literal war over her person, having to hold back so that she would not be harmed would be more of a disadvantage than an advantage to the group as a whole. It gave the sith something that they needed to protect as well as fight against, potentially splitting their focus and reducing their overall output to either function to about 76.5% of normal... As Orphen moved, the numbers and calculations of everything around them persisted, there was no way that he could turn off his mind turning the world into nothing more than a visual representation of scrolling numbers, all representing the chemical compounds of everything around him, even without his visor, he saw them, but, without it, everything was only harder to process and some of the numbers had lost their meaning.

[member="Lady Kay"] | @Gwrtheryn | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[Kay-Larr]

[member="Kalyr Alor"] [member="Gwrtheyrn"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Orphen"] [member="Warok the Defiler"]

From simple observation, Kay knew that Orphen was on her side, and she was sure Kalyr did as well. So when the young one grabbed her arm, she didn't think he had meant to cause her harm. But his grip was strong. She listened to him as he spoke. Oh yes, she didn't like what he had to say. There was a task that she had to finish here, and she just couldn't abandon her friends. Although she was pretty sure that Kalyr thought it was a great idea.

"Yes I do, but the former slaves...I haven't helped them get settled yet. And the Ewoks...I don't know if they can all communicate with eachother. I didn't even get a chance to introduce them."

She hated to have to go, even if it was too dangerous for her to stay. But it wasn't as though she'd fight him on that, especially if she assumed that her bodyguard would want her to get out of harms way too.

 

[Gwrtheyrn]

Animistic gifts - one of the many boons of the shaman. Were he to have stuck to such a path then Gwrtheyrn would not bring to bare such force. However the furball firebrand's power bore a far more noxious edge. Decay and desolation was intertwined into it's nature and the poet had felt such things before in the caverns deep beneath his world.

The tunnels that had held the dead of his people had become the stuff of nightmares. Gibbering horrors drawn from the realms beyond had stalked the catacombs while arcane abominations clawed their way from crypts. The skein of reality had fractured and broken letting in the madness beyond death. And Warok's essence was the same, blackened by similar energies. One did not practice the necromancers art without consequence and the Maelibus could sense it like a black sun shining darkness from above.

The Ewoks had a cancer in their midst. One that needed to be exorcised before it started claiming victims.

It was a common misconception among st some that Gwrtheyrns kind were slow and lumbering creatures. That was simply not true. The tiger though great in size was still a lightning quick predator when situations demanded it and so it was with his people.

The Ewok had used its superior mastery over the force to increase its speed and thus Gwrtheyrn in answer played to his own advantages. As the maniacal warlock threw himself through the air Gwrtheyrn intercepted using the immense reach afforded him by his greatsword. The flat of the lashed out from the side to smash the frenzied Sith from the air before he could reach the Jedi and send him flying. The golden fire would lick at the bear like mammal searing the darkside power within his veins and tiring him out.

That was to say nothing of the force behind the blow - Gwrtheyrn wanting to bring Warok before his masters and not turn the Sith into a red mist had held back somewhat but the blow would still put the Sith out of commission for a while.

[member="Orphen"] [member="Lady Kay"] [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Taeli Raaf"]

 

[Isar]

Warok's heart thudded inside his chest. When was the last time he had known such revelry, where blind terror mixed with adrenaline to form this intoxicating thrill? Memories of Gorax hunts sprang up unbidden, a time before he had earned his epithet, when all that stood between himself and death from the crushing foot of a twenty-foot tall behemoth was a slender length of stone-tipped yew and his wits. The nostalgia proved invigorating.

Deep within the grip of the Fanged God, the details of the physical world stood out in fine relief. The scent of petrichor and pine, the droplets of rain as he flew past, and the bunching muscles of the Maelibus as it drew back its flaming blade to smite him.

The intercepting length of wicked metal hissed through the rain, smoke curling in ribbons off it. With limbs driven by precognition as much as reflex, Warok lashed out. He released any intention of punching the monstrosity's kneecap, he would not reach it now. Instead, he delivered a left hook directly into the flat of the blade. Tongues of flame licked at his fur, failing to sputter in the rain as they clung to bits of fur the gauntlet did not cover. This was no ordinary fire.

The ear-splitting clang of metal-on-metal rang through the forest, crying out in defiance to match even the thunder's deafening roar. Warok flew sideways through the air and tumbled to the ground. Pine needles and mud clung to soaked fur as he arose, shaking his head to clear the daze. His left arm was numb, but the shockwave generator appeared to have served its purpose as his paw remained intact.

The same might not be true of the demon's sword. Unless the forging or material of the blade rendered it capable of surviving a blow that might have shattered a small boulder, it would be broken, or more likely bent.

Warok did not pause to examine his opponent's weapon thoroughly. He raised his right arm to the sky and spoke swiftly in his native tongue, calling upon the storm spirit overhead. A bolt of lightning tore through the forest canopy and straight for the horned Maelibus. If the blade had survived...well, long lengths of metal and electricity do not tend to mix well.

Should the lightning strike home, guided as it was by Warok's will, voltage would tear through the Maelibus and render his nervous system a twitching wreck, if it didn't fry his brain-pan outright.

@Gwrtheryn | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Orphen"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"] | [member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Jardo Snow"]

Solan paused and his eyes lifted for a moment, his hands curling up as he turned to look at Jardo and while he did not bother with his illusion again he had no quarrel with holding back anymore as his aura expanded once before being pulled into a small sphere that made it seem like his power in the force had simply vanished. Except for his eyes, they burned the same amber color that the Sith should know all too well as his hand stretched out and a echani girl looking about age 14 came dragging a pair of weapons. One of them a large scythe that looked to have no place in the battlefield yet it was that weapon that came to his hand. "I only use this on special occasions, it's only truly practical use is that it boosts the Pyrokinetic abilities of it's user... but it can be used in a martial sense when you couple two powers with its use... ill give you a hint as too what powers those would be...." With that his veins turned ebony black again and he smiled, hunkering down as he applied the force to his arms and legs. "Your move."

 

[Gwrtheyrn]

As the Ewoks blow landed the great sword neither shattered or bent. Objects that were infused with the force displayed a remarkable amount of durability as could be seen when an elderly Jedi Master turned a simple wooden cane into a means of deflecting lightsaber blows. That the sword was over 80kgs worth of immensely durable alloy meant that nothing short of heavy ordnance was going to even chip the blade.

What did occur however was that Gwrtheyrn's grip while far stronger than anything that most races could muster had the handle forced out of it by the sudden pile driver-esque impact. The sword soared upwards carried by the momentum of the strike only to be brought down close by when the bolt of lightning impacted it instead of Gwrtheyrn. Smoking the blade crashed to the earth, the rain steaming from both the heat of the lightning and the spectral fires that danced up the weapons surface.

Reaching out with the force Gwrtheyrn immersed himself into the concerto that was his workings within the mystic realm. A nocturne for this creature of the dark its notes ones of basso percussion.

From the trees around Warok branches began to sever themselves from trunks. Large crude clubs they would fly down to where the Ewok stood surrounding him with wooden mauls intent of delivering a savage beating to the diminutive warlock.

[member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Orphen"] [member="Taeli Raaf"] [member="Lady Kay"]

 

[Isar]

The lightning failed to find its mark and the warlock loosed a curse, 'til he saw what came next.

The diminutive shaman giggled then, one arm numb and facing a nightmare from Iego's bowels. Oh foolish beast! Did it hope to best him with wood drawn from Endor's pines? Surely this was a jest to make the Great Spirits laugh. He clutched his belly lest is split with mirth. The thunder and rain drove out the tones of his laughter, but to him the world was already silent. Made so by moss-stuffed ears.

A limb drove into his shoulder and he stumbled sideways. Remember himself at last, Warok ceased his fit and cast out one paw before him.

"Enough," he growled.

The power of the Fanged God surged through his tiny body and he drew upon the twin spirits of the trees, their forms vibrant and green.

<Obey!> His voice rang clear through the Spirit World, a command to pines he had known since childhood. The clubs hurled toward him turned away at the last moment, their wood bending under the manipulations of Surge of the Brier.

If only the demon had chosen stone as his conduit of attack. Alas, there would be no second chances.

Warok lifted his paw skyward. The roots of the great pines surrounding them crashed through the surface of the earth in a spray of rain-soaked soil. Warok drew his paw down slowly. The mighty tendrils, thicker and stronger than any of the boughs above, sought to bind the feet of the Maelibus in place.

Black eyes glittered at the golden-hided warrior, heedless of the driving rain and roll of thunder.

There stood Warok, strong in his forest.

[member="Gwrtheyrn"] | [member="Orphen"] | [member="Solan Charr"] | [member="Taeli Raaf"]