Alkor Centaris
Son of Liberty
Location: Eshan City Outskirts
Enemies: [member="Rhaegar Nemesis Dib"]
Alkor followed through his attack with a single furious motion. He expected nothing less of a Clansman, of a Mandalorian fully blooded and experienced in the Force. The attack served to lose Rhaegar a single battle in a much more monstrous war. He climbed to new heights of ecstasy and rage in a similarly titanic fashion to his opponent.
Two monolithic creatures of the darkness locked in mortal combat.
Dib. Riduur to Ginnie, former sister to Isley. Adoptive sister to Alkor and to Keira. Familial ties once deeper than blood, now chains bitterly broken. The hammer continually fell on each link, beating the already broken metal into further stress. They could only hope to break, once and for all, and that the Galaxy would spare them further heartache.
That was the curse of the Dark Side of the Force. Inevitably, it led to suffering. It robbed them of the glorious death that Manda promised them, drank up their souls and left them dry. The path of the Mandalorian and the path of Darkness were never intended to converge and coalesce. It was foolish to think they could.
That agony and angst twisted beneath the surface as Rhaegar's pain and vehemence bled out into the Force, and Alkor sensed his malice. His blade raked across the small distance between them, searing close to Dib's face. He intended to use the heat and light from his blade to momentarily blind the other man.
He was rewarded with the molten smell of iron as flecks of red instantly hardened in the heart of his weapon, and gobbets of viscera splashed his face. Alkor had succeeded in drawing first blood, but the fight was far from finished.
The blade spun expertly downward as Alkor circled with Rhaegar, intent never to freely expose any section of his body to a critical attack. They were once Mando'ade together. Their instincts were more than just heightened by the Force. Everything was deeply ingrained, down to blood and bone.
The sound of metals screeching out resounded as Dib's ulterior motive became evident- the Sith sword made contact with the plate that covered Alkor's abdomen and sent a tremor through his core. Shredded armorweave fell away from sections of the bodysuit that were exposed, and bruised flesh coupled with fresh blood became immediately visible.
Frustration mounted at the timing, the microscopic failure, and the audacity that all culminated into Alkor's Mastery of Juyo. He gorged himself over and again on the negativity that coursed through him like a current through a circuit, and his body responded.
Alkor turned his hips all at once, angling so that the Sith sword would have to retreat or face being pinned against his armored torso as his lightsaber sliced cleanly upward. His weapon traveled with singular intent- to part Rhaegar's arm from his body at the shoulder joint. Failing that, putting his opponent on the back foot would serve to mitigate some of the Sith Lord's trickery.
Enemies: [member="Rhaegar Nemesis Dib"]
Alkor followed through his attack with a single furious motion. He expected nothing less of a Clansman, of a Mandalorian fully blooded and experienced in the Force. The attack served to lose Rhaegar a single battle in a much more monstrous war. He climbed to new heights of ecstasy and rage in a similarly titanic fashion to his opponent.
Two monolithic creatures of the darkness locked in mortal combat.
Dib. Riduur to Ginnie, former sister to Isley. Adoptive sister to Alkor and to Keira. Familial ties once deeper than blood, now chains bitterly broken. The hammer continually fell on each link, beating the already broken metal into further stress. They could only hope to break, once and for all, and that the Galaxy would spare them further heartache.
That was the curse of the Dark Side of the Force. Inevitably, it led to suffering. It robbed them of the glorious death that Manda promised them, drank up their souls and left them dry. The path of the Mandalorian and the path of Darkness were never intended to converge and coalesce. It was foolish to think they could.
That agony and angst twisted beneath the surface as Rhaegar's pain and vehemence bled out into the Force, and Alkor sensed his malice. His blade raked across the small distance between them, searing close to Dib's face. He intended to use the heat and light from his blade to momentarily blind the other man.
He was rewarded with the molten smell of iron as flecks of red instantly hardened in the heart of his weapon, and gobbets of viscera splashed his face. Alkor had succeeded in drawing first blood, but the fight was far from finished.
The blade spun expertly downward as Alkor circled with Rhaegar, intent never to freely expose any section of his body to a critical attack. They were once Mando'ade together. Their instincts were more than just heightened by the Force. Everything was deeply ingrained, down to blood and bone.
The sound of metals screeching out resounded as Dib's ulterior motive became evident- the Sith sword made contact with the plate that covered Alkor's abdomen and sent a tremor through his core. Shredded armorweave fell away from sections of the bodysuit that were exposed, and bruised flesh coupled with fresh blood became immediately visible.
Frustration mounted at the timing, the microscopic failure, and the audacity that all culminated into Alkor's Mastery of Juyo. He gorged himself over and again on the negativity that coursed through him like a current through a circuit, and his body responded.
Alkor turned his hips all at once, angling so that the Sith sword would have to retreat or face being pinned against his armored torso as his lightsaber sliced cleanly upward. His weapon traveled with singular intent- to part Rhaegar's arm from his body at the shoulder joint. Failing that, putting his opponent on the back foot would serve to mitigate some of the Sith Lord's trickery.
