Junction Black Sabbath | Chapter I: Snake Head

[Mia Monroe]

Mia tilted her head to watch him as he recovered from her push, analysing everything from the speed of his reaction, to the shift of his feet as he readjusted himself for another attack, this time coming at her with brute force. She twisted side on, her beskad snapping up to catch both blades, the palm of her hand bracing the flat edge of her sword against the force of the blow as her feet anchored themselves in the duracrete.

The impact reverberated through her arms, sparks flying from where the contact was made. Mia wasted no time countering, slowly forcing the blades away and down, the lightsabre spitting in protest at the strength she displayed and when the blades were far enough away she snapped her elbow back into the mask of the sith.

Darth Strosius

 

[Darth Empyrean]

Where the cryo beam aimed, it met only the deadly stare of the Emperor. Despite its freezing temperature, it fizzled and turned to steam met with the force empowered glare of Empyrean, leaving nothing between them but a haze of fog that gently blew away as Empyrean walked forward with shotgun in his off hand. He aimed it at the Mandalorian -​

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"Die? Death has failed to take me for years. What hope do you have?", Empyrean asked.

- and fired the alchemized weapon directly at the Mandalorian's shield. How could the Beskar clad warrior know what the weapon held within its enchanted rounds? It looked no more vicious than any other shotgun, but it carried with it something far deadlier.

The Staff Drego let bounce off his shield moved to strike a second after the shotgun fired off - directly towards the thigh, dragon bone mouth moving to bite down and drive the mandalorian to the ground in a faux kneel. The Corpse still closed the distance between them, gun raised at the ready - the first time he had wielded a fire arm in years.

He always found it fitting to defeat an opponent with their favored weaponry.

Drego Ruus​

 

[Darth Strosius]

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Objective: Secure the Rear
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Robes
Engaging: Mia Monroe

To his surprise the Mandalorian actually managed to block his strike, catching both of his blades with her own with seemingly little to no issue. Darth Strosius found his footing quickly but the few moments it took him to do so did mean that his opponent was able to press her advantage and start trying to force his blades away. A display of strength that did catch him off guard but one that he would be able to match and counteract no doubt. "Your efforts are futi-"

A hiss of pain and surprise escaped him as an armored elbow slammed into his mask, blinking a few times as he reeled back and realized that the right side of his visor now sported a wicked crack. With a growl he pushed his way forward, bringing both of his blades to bear in a series of slashes meant to try and put her on the backfoot. His lightsaber worked high and aimed for her throat and shoulders while his sword went low to try and clip or cut into one of her legs.

 

[Mia Monroe]

Mia couldn't help the smile as her elbow connected with a resonating crack, silencing whatever statement the Sith was about to make, something about efforts and futility? She didn't really care, she just needed him out of her way. The urgency for her to get inside was growing, pressing at the back of her skull, the spirits were at least smart enough to stay silent while she fought but she understood their wordless message loud and clear.

Hurry up.

She made to step forward, to step past him, but he came in again, sword and saber flashing for different targets, the lightsaber was not a threat, with or without her armour she could take a strike from one without issue, but she had learned the hard way from facing Kaine that sith baldes were things to be wary of, for you could never be too sure of what power they possessed.

Spark flew again as he sword snapped against the low guard of her beskad, a hairs breadth away from her thigh, met again with unwavering strength.

Her left arm snapping up to bring her vambrace into the path of the saber. Keeping the sabers contact with her vambrace she twisted her arm out and down, granting her the space to snap her hand forward she seize the hand the wielded it and begin to squeeze with the crushgaunts, the intent to break hand or saber, she didn't care which, so long as he could not longer use it.

Darth Strosius

 

[Darth Strosius]

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Objective: Secure the Rear
Equipment: Lightsaber, Sword, Dagger, Robes
Engaging: Mia Monroe

Both of his weapons were intercepted in their paths, his sword clashing against her own while her hand managed to catch his own lightsaber wielding one. At first this was of little concern on either front. He could just pull back, wrench himself from her grasp once more, and just move back in for another assault. However it quickly became apparent that the grip around his hand was not so easily broken and pulled way from, not even by his own enhanced strength.

Darth Strosius glanced at where her hand was clasped around his and his gaze narrowed as he felt the pressure on his gauntlet. It was strong of course, it had to be with stress he put it through, but he could already feel that the armor was slowly starting to compress. It wouldn't be long before it buckled and his hand was crushed around the hilt of his lightsaber. "Mandalorians." He hissed under his breath as he twisted his wrist to try and relieve some of the pressure off of his fingers.

With swift movements he made a series of motions in order, first he let go of his sword and moved his free hand across his body with the fingers splayed wide, then he managed to toss the lightsaber out of his trapped hand as lightning began arcing between his now unoccupied digits, then he summoned the blade into his free hand and made a slash towards his opponent's stomach while his trapped hand let loose a small storm upon her crushing grasp.