The Shadow
M A Y H E M
Engaged: Elise Ahana-Gwyneira
Even from where Rath stood, the dark warrior could feel the terentatek’s rage and of the pain it had felt. Through it, Rath consumed the negative emotions and fed it into his own strength from the beast. With the bombardment from the hit and run tactics upon the terentatek caused it to howl. It recoiled from the impacts as it attempted to find a way to swat at them like gnats. When it discovered that none of its attacks were working, it began to weaken. To slip as it were as the soul began to falter.
Then there was fear amongst the warriors that were contending with. The struggle for survival, yet it was the very same fear that drove them to come up with strategies to win and continue to live. Likewise, their fear wasn’t anything strong enough for Rath to benefit from. Again, in the midst of their clash of beskar, Rath could feel the Force Aura that had imbued upon the spear to slowly siphon into the sword itself. Ordinarily Rath would be surprised that anyone with Force Imbued weapons, armor, and even jewelry to be a rarity. However, based on what he knew of the Mandalorians, their struggle, and likely what the warrior in front of him had to endure. It strangely wasn’t all that surprising to keep equipment that could rival even a Jedi or Sith.
When Elise unleashed blasterfire from her vambraces as she knocked away the sword during her retreat. With a raised dark gloved hand free from burden, as if to intercept the blaster bolts, yet instead of simply burning his hand. The bolts were deflected from the palm of his hand not unlike how a lightsaber would be used to deflect blasters. Albeit the initial blasterfire managed to slip past his defenses with his sword being deflected that a bolt slammed into his chest. He naturally recoiled with a grunt as it never felt good being struck by something.
By channeling the Force, by pulling the soul of the terentatek from its host, Rath was able to utilize his control and strength in the Force without hindrance. A power that allowed him to ward off incoming energy from harming his body, albeit he still felt the scorching heat through the glove. To the Elite, the Force was power. There were just some people who would do anything to achieve it.
Wind howled from Elise’s outstretched hand as she willed the Force into a telekinetic assault on his person. The dark gray cloak bellowed behind as the energy attempted to push the dark sider away. Or merely to keep him from advancing as Rath rooted himself into the ground, unyielding to the power that threatened to overwhelm him. By all accounts, he should be furious at the challenge. That it should’ve ended at the swing of his sword. Yet he was not.
If there was anything, akin to a small joy one would find, was the ability to fight. To pit their skills and experience in the ultimate dance of life and death. But more importantly, it was the closest to memory of the one person he grew attached to. The thought of her puts him in a state of calm and sheer focus. Yet the memory came with the grief and longing that he refused to expose.
The squadron watched as the hulking monster crumbled into the heap of liquid fire. For they visibly witness the spectral visage of the terentatek lynched from its host and is forcibly dragged back to the one it was bound to. Elise would witness the visage to merge with Rath’s dark form before it seemingly vanished from sight, yet never truly gone. As if the Force Energy that was used to maintain the soul upon the living realm has simply returned to the one who brought it forth.
Elise’s tactic was a valid one, albeit annoying to most Sith. In fact most Sith in his position would either be purely driven by their emotions or simply too short sighted to realize that Elise was more or less playing to her strengths. Rath merely leaned away from the dart that sailed in his direction, his eyes under the mask never leaving his opponent as he moved his sword to simultaneously protect his lower body and attack with a swipe of his blade. More than once did his weapon come into contact with the plasma shield, and each time Rath circled around to her side of the shield.
The issue with tactics was the pattern it established, and after a couple of times with Elise weaving in and out close ranged combat. Rath wagered that it was to keep him away from her team. While it was a noble gesture, he could not shake off the feeling that the warrior wouldn’t do this without having some sort of plan in motion. Of course each time she made her rounds, Rath did take a couple of steps forward. However as he noted that she drew further away from him each time. Suspicion grew within the elite warrior.
The third time she darted forward, everything went as it should. She kept low to the ground with the shield to intercept the sword from harm as she simultaneously swung her Copad’kal at his knee. Rath brought the sword overhead to Elise only to be blocked by the plasma sword. It was all he needed howeve. Crackling energy leapt from the fingertips of his free hand as the surge of lightning underneath the protection of the shield as it threatened to strike against Elise. Excruciating pain would likely slam into Elise as it threatened to send her off her feet. It was only then that Rath realized that the handle of the knife was protruding from his leg where she had struck him.
Rath grimaced as he lowered his hand to remove the Copad’kal from his knee, utilizing the Force throughout his body and from the souls bound to him to keep the blood from flowing outward. Albeit the pain was dull, it still felt like poodoo. With a flick of his wrist, Rath would expertly throw the beskar knife into the soil in front of Elise with a simple phrase. ”Try again.” His blood is still fresh on the blade, like a layer of crimson in contrast to the beskar. Yet Rath was soon to find out what the seeds that he was close to could do.