Prince of Nothing
Location: Steps of the Sith Temple
Ally: [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Equipment: in character sheet
Another thrust came toward Korr’s abdomen and he could not but trust to his combat armor. The bar of verdant flame struck the overlapping lamellar plates of synthmesh backed spunplast and would have melted through them like a knife through hot butter if not for the spun cortosis fibers woven throughout the material.
Even so, Ryan felt the searing heat as the blade skittered across the armor in a spray of sparks, leaving a char-black furrow the width of two fingers. A second or two more of prolonged contact and the saber might burn through if it didn’t short out. Fortunately, the Force push separated the pair of combatants.
The Jedi took a step back, an impassive gaze watching the Sith tumble down the steps, tossed from the summit, just as they would all be torn down from their high places. A grim sense of satisfaction rose within Ryan’s heart.
“I’ve waited long for this moment, Sith.”
A flick of the switch and his longhandled blade winked out of existence. He clipped the unwieldy weapon back to his belt. Unlike Kaine, this foe sported no heavy armor. His tactics would have to adjust. He removed a pair of nearly identical cylinders, one smaller than the other.
The shoto he clutched in his left hand, the lightsaber he held in the other. Both sabers flared to life, blue as the sky.
Ally: [member="Marcello Matteo"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"]
Equipment: in character sheet
Another thrust came toward Korr’s abdomen and he could not but trust to his combat armor. The bar of verdant flame struck the overlapping lamellar plates of synthmesh backed spunplast and would have melted through them like a knife through hot butter if not for the spun cortosis fibers woven throughout the material.
Even so, Ryan felt the searing heat as the blade skittered across the armor in a spray of sparks, leaving a char-black furrow the width of two fingers. A second or two more of prolonged contact and the saber might burn through if it didn’t short out. Fortunately, the Force push separated the pair of combatants.
The Jedi took a step back, an impassive gaze watching the Sith tumble down the steps, tossed from the summit, just as they would all be torn down from their high places. A grim sense of satisfaction rose within Ryan’s heart.
“I’ve waited long for this moment, Sith.”
A flick of the switch and his longhandled blade winked out of existence. He clipped the unwieldy weapon back to his belt. Unlike Kaine, this foe sported no heavy armor. His tactics would have to adjust. He removed a pair of nearly identical cylinders, one smaller than the other.
The shoto he clutched in his left hand, the lightsaber he held in the other. Both sabers flared to life, blue as the sky.