The Aura of Ari would be rather hard to pick up still for him, but he would sense it none the less. Keeping the barrier up, he started to falter a bit with each motion...though their voices. He could hear their echos, their insults, their banter. Sith....is he supposed to be a Sith? Surrender Sith, save us a headache? Reinforcements, weak, despair. What did they think he was, a member of the Maw? Maw....no, keep the mind calm. Maw is just the bottom of the barrel, powerless, useless, weak....enraging, destructive, hateful, menaceful, betraying-
Rage Inducing
Hateful Destruction
Insufferable
BETRAYERS
Ari would feel within a few seconds, a massive influx in the Force, a dark chill that seemed to blanket the area before feeling as if it was being sucked up. The feeling was of sorrow before changing into a massive influx of anger and rage. The being seemed to try and keep his temper for a moment, trying to not let it rile him up, but it finally got the better of him, the
armor not helping. The barrier would go inward as the stun bolts were absorbed, going towards his body as he folded his right and left arm up to his chest.
"DO NOT COMPARE ME TO THEM!"
The barrier would then spread out violently, turning into a
Force Repulse. The whole building would shake, floor tiles, parts of the wall, anything not bolted down such as crates would be flown all across the hallway with several doors being bent inwards from the sheer force. Parts of the structure in the walls would bend, walls would be blown out. Those caught in the blast most likely would be shoved back, possibly thankful it was not a completely directed attack. The Force Attacks this individual makes is beyond the word impressive and powerful, the issue is the direction and how to focus it onto specific areas. It is as if he had never learned to localize his attacks onto a singular point, rather letting it be as destructive in the force of nature of itself.
Once the repulse finished, he would start stepping back and shook his right arm a bit more, his left hand grasping at one of the two lightsabers in his armored robes. Pulling it out, the
lightsaber would ignite a bright green blade as it drug against the ground for a moment, acidic burning the metal as the smell rose into the room like flesh was cooked. Lifting it up in a defensive stance, Soresu for those that could notice, he kept backing up with his right arm starting to regain its feeling though the barrier was no longer up.
Driver
Ibra Sest
Ari Naldax
