Colla IV Insurgents

[Tathra Khaeus]

The Matador felt the sudden change as his opponents entire form shifted, it was simply put witchcraft. As the broken form of his opponent shifted, the Matador used the moment he had to drop a Plasma grenade and a sonic grenade beneath it, rolling them under its stomach, he saw that his attention was focused on the transformation. It was unlike anything he had seen before, instinctively; he pushed himself back as this large creature took form before him. One of its tendrils shot out towards him, in an attempt to grapple his weapon, he swung it behind his back, and smacked away the tendril with his crushgaunt, a second attack came from another tail as the sonic grenade and plasma grenade both primed to explode. The Matador swung around with one arm, the second attack that went for his smacking into his axe and knocking back his hand. With his free hand, he called upon what might he could, slamming down with a telekinetic fist on the beast. His telekinetic hold grappled the beast, his mastery of the force came to centre focus as he now turned all his energy to holding it down until both grenades went off.

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[Vulpesen]

A growl of frustration left Vulpesen as he was rebuffed and pinned by the force, keeping him form advancing as some invisible grasp forced itself down on his body. Althought, he wasn't completely useless in this shape. A pair of clinking sounds was far from lost to the sensitive ears of the Veran fox and a large golden eye flicked down to the grenades. Perhaps fighting in the form wasn't his best idea. But using it to escape had been well worth it it seemed. Three of his tails flicked around, slapping into the grenades and sending them hurtling towards [member="The Matador"] while Vulpesen recalled his form.

As he shrunk down, he let out a gasp of relief once the hold was gone, removed by the tarentatek underlay of his coat. "Cover me!" If he wasn't on the ground already, Vulpesen made quick work to get there, ducking while large bolts of plasma shot over him and straight towards the Matador, hopefully giving the zorrent he breathing room he needed to recover from his failed assaults.

 

[Tathra Khaeus]

The Matador held forth his Axe, standing completely still. The sonic grenade exploded first. Sending a shockwave around the room. The plasma grenades explosion was controlled and powerful, however had no effect as the Matador tapped into tutanamis, allowing the corrosive energy to surge through him. His soldiers opened fire, there bolts knocking off the Matador's armour.

He didn't even flinch as he tapped into the force twisting one of them into the air at high volicy into a powerful swing from his Axe, killing him. At this moment, before the Matador could move forward to his opponent. A large group of 10 Mandolorians on each side of them cornered the Vitae troops and the Matador. "Enough!" His powerful voice rang through the air.

"I'm not here for you." The Matador shouted, staring at the Vitae warrior. "You're here for me" A second voice was heard, a tall broad mandolorian stood out from the crowd. "I am Decard Praxi. All of you stand down, the Matador and I must have words." The Matador did not relinquish his weapon. "Your men lower there weapons, or they die Decard."



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