Green Thumb Jedi
Objective: I
Equipment: Standard Lightsaber | Lightsaber Shoto | San-Ni Staff
Tag:
Teresa Zambrano | Darth Pellax
Ko really didn’t have a very good idea of how powerful other zambranos were supposed to be. With so many he couldn’t imagine that they were all powerhouses. But it felt like it was becoming clear to him that she wasn’t putting her all into this fight. That this was more so a bit of sadistic entertainment to keep her occupied instead of tearing through more rank and file opponents. Soldiers that Ko felt were of greater importance during this battle in the bigger picture than their individual fight.
Observing as she telekinetically summoned a pair of sabers to launch him. Ko changed the handling of his san-ni staff. Holding both it like he had two batons or fighting sticks that happened to be connected together. Quickly knocking them away from him until an invisible energy gripped his body and yanked him towards Teresa. His naturally fast Dorin reflexes had him reacting to what was occurring. Holding his flexible staff up defensively. Making sure it was taut and sturdy to block her strike.
That was until her blade suddenly vanished. Ko didn’t have the luxury of time to brainstorm for his next action. Having mere milliseconds to decide and he did. His instinct to attack and take advantage of such a clear gap in her defense had him shift his body at the last moment. Ko didn’t wish to attack her weapons, he wanted to attack Teresa herself. One of his hands let go of his flexible staff and the other swung it out towards her. Flicking the metal rod straight towards the Valkyrie’s head just as her blade reignited.
There was no turning back now, so Ko wasn’t going to half-ass this. His body twisted some mid air as he used the force to empower his weapon. Giving it a great deal more lethality and impact. At the same time he should’ve cracked her in the head the extended lightsaber she wielded would make contact with him as well. His defense came more from his mobility, to throw off the edge alignment. But still it would cut into him severely. Slicing up along from his thigh, up his waist to his lats, and eventually across his armpit. Leaving behind a rather jagged yet continuous scorch mark along his torso.
The momentum of the Force Pull on his body had him fall back past her, harshly colliding against the ground. His san-ni staff lay next to him. Having dropped during his fall. “ERrrr!” Ko painfully groaned as his body curled some on the ground as the burning pain set into his nervous system. He hurt now, and all he wanted to do was curl up into the fetal position until he could think straight again. He couldn’t really tell how badly he’d been stuck. If this was just some long and narrow second degree burn or if anything vital had been damaged. It just hurt like hell.
At this moment though, part of his mind drifted back to the training he was subjected to by his uncle. Where he was to perform strenuous and aching tasks while intoxicated. Forced to push past the physical and mental distractions to focus on overcoming them. Ko didn’t even know if his retaliating counter attack worked against the Sith. But he took a deep breath and picked himself up onto his knees before exhaling. His breath was shaky from a bit of shock and fear. In a flash he was scared that his life had just ended with her attack. Yet he was still alive. But that panic still lingered in his system. Ko reached down and grabbed his weapon once more. Wincing some from the movement but getting himself back up onto his feet slowly. His stance and posture was far more ragged. The arm that was nearly cleaved off from her attack he kept close to his torso. Moving it made his armpit sting with a searing pain. His good arm held his staff at one end. Flicked the weapon up and over him. Letting it rest on his shoulder and fall down across his back. Ko was clearly worse for wear, but he wasn’t dead yet.
"Good... effort... Was that your best move against a Jedi..." Ko said, imitating her earlier statement. His breath was heavy through his mask, and the words were shaky as he spoke them. But his waning body was not a good reflection of his spirt however.
Observing as she telekinetically summoned a pair of sabers to launch him. Ko changed the handling of his san-ni staff. Holding both it like he had two batons or fighting sticks that happened to be connected together. Quickly knocking them away from him until an invisible energy gripped his body and yanked him towards Teresa. His naturally fast Dorin reflexes had him reacting to what was occurring. Holding his flexible staff up defensively. Making sure it was taut and sturdy to block her strike.
That was until her blade suddenly vanished. Ko didn’t have the luxury of time to brainstorm for his next action. Having mere milliseconds to decide and he did. His instinct to attack and take advantage of such a clear gap in her defense had him shift his body at the last moment. Ko didn’t wish to attack her weapons, he wanted to attack Teresa herself. One of his hands let go of his flexible staff and the other swung it out towards her. Flicking the metal rod straight towards the Valkyrie’s head just as her blade reignited.
There was no turning back now, so Ko wasn’t going to half-ass this. His body twisted some mid air as he used the force to empower his weapon. Giving it a great deal more lethality and impact. At the same time he should’ve cracked her in the head the extended lightsaber she wielded would make contact with him as well. His defense came more from his mobility, to throw off the edge alignment. But still it would cut into him severely. Slicing up along from his thigh, up his waist to his lats, and eventually across his armpit. Leaving behind a rather jagged yet continuous scorch mark along his torso.
The momentum of the Force Pull on his body had him fall back past her, harshly colliding against the ground. His san-ni staff lay next to him. Having dropped during his fall. “ERrrr!” Ko painfully groaned as his body curled some on the ground as the burning pain set into his nervous system. He hurt now, and all he wanted to do was curl up into the fetal position until he could think straight again. He couldn’t really tell how badly he’d been stuck. If this was just some long and narrow second degree burn or if anything vital had been damaged. It just hurt like hell.
At this moment though, part of his mind drifted back to the training he was subjected to by his uncle. Where he was to perform strenuous and aching tasks while intoxicated. Forced to push past the physical and mental distractions to focus on overcoming them. Ko didn’t even know if his retaliating counter attack worked against the Sith. But he took a deep breath and picked himself up onto his knees before exhaling. His breath was shaky from a bit of shock and fear. In a flash he was scared that his life had just ended with her attack. Yet he was still alive. But that panic still lingered in his system. Ko reached down and grabbed his weapon once more. Wincing some from the movement but getting himself back up onto his feet slowly. His stance and posture was far more ragged. The arm that was nearly cleaved off from her attack he kept close to his torso. Moving it made his armpit sting with a searing pain. His good arm held his staff at one end. Flicked the weapon up and over him. Letting it rest on his shoulder and fall down across his back. Ko was clearly worse for wear, but he wasn’t dead yet.
"Good... effort... Was that your best move against a Jedi..." Ko said, imitating her earlier statement. His breath was heavy through his mask, and the words were shaky as he spoke them. But his waning body was not a good reflection of his spirt however.
Iroai Amulet
