Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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Edge of Disaster

Kha looked up at Tathra through the pain at her core. There was no longer any point to an attempt at prolonging the battle. Without enough strength or leverage left, to do so would be a show of pure ego. "I... yield."

She'd been outmatched from the start with a lack of reach, and by Tathra's ability to counter every blow. Would he have been as kind if she'd yielded immediately? Ankshar had tried different tactics in an effort to get close to their sire. To demonstrate her quality as a fighter. To show them she had not been taken captive because she was weak, but emerged victorious despite the set back because she was not.

But there the man stood with his stony visage. There seemed little more she could do except await her fate, and whatever Tathra would share with her as a result of the match.

Tag: [member="Tathra Khaeus"]​
 
​The Marauder had endured longer than most, yet her battle had been one of little significance. Tathra had outclassed her at every step as she now knew well. Her efforts had kept her alive, yet achieved nothing more than that.

​"Good." ​Tathra replied, still holding her. His eyes turned to the awaiting Marauders on the edge of the Arena, giving them a quick nod.

​Tathra could feel her strength fading, he removed the sword from Ankshar's grasp with ease. Releasing it into the ground, letting it fall aside, she wouldn't be needing it. His eyes held her wound, black oozing from her innards - dripping onto the floor, black colouring the metal of his Axe. His left paw lowered, gently grasping her waist, using his own hand as a counterweight before removing the Axe.

​Two Marauders approached, one steadying Ankshar whilst the other telekinetically grasped a grouping of flat-faced rocks, creating a makeshift nine foot long stretcher. The first levied the large Marauder female's weight, allowing her to recline.

​"Restore her." ​Tathra spoke, raising his Axe to eye-level.

​Ankshar would live yet.

​"And bring me a cloth."

​| [member="Ankshar Kha"] |​
 

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