Nathan had just barely gotten into another street when he saw
Astrid pentoghast
draining the life out of two Jedi. He scowled as he spun his blue Saberstaff, somehow scowling even harder than normal.
If Astrid thought he was some Padawan who was going to try and entreat for her surrender, then the
first hint she got that he wasn't was his response:
"Death".
Nathan switched to a Staff variant of Form 2, giving a flourish of his blades with a careful, yet elegant spin. And then he sprinted fast with the Force, carefully precise spins of his blue blades aimed at decapitating her on the spot, confusing and almost hypnotic in their spins as they raced ever closer to the flesh of her neck.
His response may have been
Death but he wasn't talking about
himself in his response.
Meanwhile...
"BURRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNN IN HO-LY FI-RE..." shouted the
Clone Pyro, PM-777, the only one of his unit cleared for field use on a strictly experimental basis, as he used his flame thrower to ambush a Sith Lord in a wide open street. The Sith Lord formed a bubble of Force Energy at first, but the heat grew more and more intense, rapidly using up the oxygen as he was forced to defend himself from the onslaught.
The Bubble Shield failed and the Sith got the Lil' Ani Special, flailing around in agony as he was turned into carbon.
"SMMMMMMEELLLLLLL THAT MARSHMALLOW!" 777 yelled. "SMELL IT! ALLLLLLLLL OF YOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUU!"
He skipped along like a happy child on a Playground, waving at the squadron of
Navy Pilot Clones in Multirole formation flying low overhead as they prepped to engage TIE fighters, one of many clone pilot squadrons that had come to this planet to defend it from the Sith. They were more than happy to savagely gun down enemy forces from above, firing en masse on lone Sith Targets trying to advance on the temple in particular. Some got shot from the sky with lightning bolts summoned from Sith Hands, but many Sith were getting blasted apart because as legit good as some of them were, it's kinda hard to survive even for Force Users when a Squadron decides to make it personal on singular targets.
PM-777 didn't even wince as a Nearby Sith prepping to engage him was killed by a strafing run from a Clone Piloted TIE Avenger. He just engulfed the corpse in flames, looking for an excuse to set something ablaze.
"BIIIIIIIIGGGGGG CLONNNNNNNNNNEEEE ENERGYYYYYYYY..." he yelled (He did not seem to have an indoor voice).
To his
eternal delight, his bellicose nature had drawn the attention of another person armed with a Lightsaber. He grinned under his flame proof helmet as he was put into a Force Choke.
Wild Frontal sprays of flame hit the Sith partially, forcing him to drop, and 777 cackled as he fired.
"CHOO-CHOO, CHA-BOOGIE! CHOO-CHOO CHA-BOOGIEEEEEEE!!!
CHOO-CHOO CHA-BOOGIEEEEEEE!!!!" he bellowed as he kept firing focused blasts, dodging telekinesis-tossed objects like speeder bikes and corpses as his foe desperately tried to get away.
"YOU! SHALL SMELL! LIKE BURNT TOAST!" 777 vowed, school-girl skipping after the Sith, only to find that the Sith attempted to flee being burned alive.
"TASTE THE POTENCY OF FUEL MIXTURES! THEY WAFT INTO THE NOSTRILS LIKE THE SMELL OF
CANDY!"
The Sith ducked behind an abandoned speeder.
"I SHOT THE SHERIFF
AND THE DEPUTY!" The Clone Pyro yelled. "I AM THE BALANCE ON THE SCALES OF JUSTICE! CONDUCTOR OF THE CHOIR OF DEATH! SING FOR ME, ANGELS! SING!
SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" (Witness me: 90 XP)
The Sith abandoned his position before it could be completely engulfed in flames. He dived through the window of an abandoned building, rising to try and counter-attack...
...and was immediately shot dead by the squad of
Clone Rangers that had been hiding in the ruin,
"Brother! Check your fire!" one of the Rangers in camouflaged armor yelled as he stuck his head out. "We got 'im!"
"HAIL, BROTHER! FOR WE ARE ALL SAW GUERRERA THIS DAY! AND THE DAY BEFORE THAT!"
"Uh, yeah, totally man." The Ranger said. " Make sure you keep those flames solely on your target!"
"THE FLAMES NEED FOOD TO CHEW AND
TICKLE!" 777 yelled.
"You're right, you're right of course, they do, they
do, but
remember, only burn the flesh of the evildoers!"
"BUUUUURRRRNNNNN IN HO-LY FI-RE---"
"Yes, that
also...." The Clone Ranger said in exasperation.
"I OBEY, BROTHER! JUST YANKING YOUR CHAIN A BIT! HAIL! BRING ME THE KINDLING FOR MY HOLY WORK!"
"So...so are you going to try and check where you blast that thing? Or are you gonna totally ignore me and continue all burn-happy and chit?!"
"YES!" The Pyro answered "YES I WILL!"
"I give up..." The Ranger muttered, pulling back into the interior.
"FOR THE FLAME, BROTHERS!
DISCO INFERNO!" The Pyro yelled, skipping away happily...