Jurassic Chaos | Mandalorian Empire Dominion Of Myrkr

[Not Ordo]

Kal gave one nod. That was all that was needed. She understood it was about the hunt. It had been almost one hundred years since he had seen the hand signs used. He prefered that over the constant chatter through his buy'ce.

He began moving and pulled his beskad as he went. He wanted to use tooth and claw again, but he didn't like to be seen as a shapeshifter, it was always better to have trick up his sleeve, ret'lini, just in case. Hot air blew out from the third tunnel, the smell of meat and smoke was strong enough to reach his sensitive nose even through the buy'ce filters. His boots crunched lightly in the dark as he moved heel to toe in a combat crouch.

The sounds of more of these strange beings echoed from the tunnel and he motioned for the other hunter to give him a 10 pace lead before he pulled his shatter pistol and began walking. They were close to something. The heat and drafts were enough to tell him that. His blood spattered armor made no sound as he moved. He felt more alive now than he had for years.

[member="Shia Kryze"]

 

[Artemis Lux]

The hammer fell in what seemed to Artemis like slow motion. She didn’t have to guess to know who wielded it. [member="Kad Tor"] emerged through a miasmic spray of blood and gore as the beast he struck fell to the earth at her side with a sickening thud, as if it were the sacrifice Kad offered to pay her homage. A slanted smile tugged at her cheek. Kad had never been a subtle man. The carnage he wrought on her behalf stirred something visceral within her veins.

The moment between them was as brief as it was powerful. Artemis took Kad’s hand and rose like a phoenix from the ashes, returning the intensity of his gaze with equivalent fire. After what felt like eons apart, after fighting an entire war without so much as sight or sound from one to the other, this was their reunion. There would be no exchange of maudlin words nor mawkish overtures – only a fierce and unspoken understanding, just before Kad called her to action.

Artemis didn’t need the injunction and was already moving. With all of the deadly grace of a feline, the Lioness twisted and weaved through the cavernous battlefield and, within seconds, recovered her lost accoutrements from where they lay scattered to the chaos. Dark curls disappeared back under the gleaming dome of her buy’ce. The blade of her beskad curved wickedly from its rightful place in her clenched fist. She nodded to Kad.

[“Let’s go.”]

Man and woman descended into the fray as one, leaving a gruesome trail of butchery behind them. By the time they reached [member="Tal Vizsla"], [member="Dorn Skirata"], and [member="Silas Mantis"], slick crimson fluid spattered Artemis’ armor, and the curve of her shoulders heaved from exertion. She surveyed the results of the massacre, quirking an eyebrow behind her T-visor at the sight of [member="Yasha Mantis"] cantering by on her new steed. At least the little rekr was enjoying their lizard friends.

[“How many more are left?”] Artemis shouted over the din, whipping around to take out an enemy who thought he’d caught her unaware. [“—and where the hell is [member="Ra Vizsla"]?”]

 

[Kad Tor]

The reunion was as it should be for the two warriors. The Lioness of Dxun and the Hammer of Enceri would write their legend with the blood of their enemies. Their great romance would only be rivaled by the trail of bodies which they left in their wake. Kad left his beskad in its sheath in deference to the hammer already in his fist. The two charged ahead leaving nothing carniage between them and those they sought to join. Whom Artemis did not run through, Kad crushed with his hammer. No one who faced them in battle would be permitted to survive. They had been set apart for too long to grant mercy to their enemies.

When they reached the others Kad slid his hammer back into the strap on his belt and swung the strapped blaster from his back to the front. They would be expecting another wave if their enemy was smart. Artemis did the talking while, while Kad surveyed the area around them.

”We cannot lose the Undying. Kill all we can and then we must find him.”

Kad added his voice to that of his lover. They were intense when together, and always had been. This was their first battle together. Typically their adventures found them hunting. To know they had moved as together during battle as they did everywhere else made Kad smile under his helmet.

There was a low rumbling in the ground around them. The walls were shifting. They needed to take cover.

[member="Artemis Lux"] | [member="Tal Vizsla"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Kaden Mantis"]

 

[Ra Vizsla]

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] [member="Adora Namadi"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Baiko no Kaho"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]

Ra began coming to as he was dragged along the ground of the tunnel. Reptilian whispers and slithering were all that he heard.

There was no daylight, yet it was apparent there was heat and warmth and some sort of geothermal source of light down here in the tunnels as his captors took him nearer. He wondered if anyone could've tracked him down here - as there were none leading to the massive gaping hole in the ground that he had fallen into. You wouldn't need to be a tracker to know where the Mand'alor had fallen, or how to get to him. There had been an army that captured and drug him through the tunnels, and literally everyone saw him fall down.

Also, there was a gaping hole in the earth far above.

Still, some would use their skills. Ra through off his captors, two mighty creatures as large as he. They began to chatter, and stone weapons were brandished in the dim light. Ra decimated these with ease and slammed the lizard-like kidnappers faces into the stone simultaenously. There was little time, Ra knew there was some sort of army down here. But the Undying also had this creeping feeling that someone, something was coming behind him.

He turned to face whatever came next.

 

[Shia Kryze]

Shia gave no visible response to her fellow warrior's signals, simply holstered her pistols and drew the blaster carbine from her back.

One, two, three, four, five...

The corridor took a slight bend, but not enough she'd loose sight of Kal, so she held position, covering the approach.

... six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

A quick glance to check both side corridors - blood and bodies, but nothing moving. But perhaps the faintest signs of travel in both directions under the blood and slaughter. The stone was well worn, whoever lived here used this route often.

She moved off, her own sensors catching the increase in thermal radiation and the faint movement of the air soon after her pointman did. The attackers didn't give them long - his shatter pistol barking as one of the primitives took the bait and stepped past him to her obvious figure, the body slumping sideways with a perfect headshot. That wouldn't happen a second time, this foe was smart, even if they were primitive. The second attacker she cut down with a single shot, the third glanced off [member="Kal Ordo"]'s armour without leaving more than a scratch - still, the strength it had to leave that mark was impressive, his turn had been superb and the angle of deflection perfect. That attacker died to a gut shot, then the snap of her blaster as it writhed on the ground.

Neither of them communicated, they simply acted - a join rush round the sharp bend ahead of them brought them into another cluster of foes - these ones obviously guards, rather than foes sent out to hunt them down, and they hadn't expected anyone to come this far or this fast.

[member="Kal Ordo"]

 

[Not Ordo]

The battle was a blur of motion, muscels reacted without engaging the mind. An axe of overlaping bones passed his face as he tuned his torso parallel to the blade. His beskad came up with a fast fluid motion at the extended arm and dug into the attackers forearm. A cry of pain and anger barked out but was quickly swallowed by the opposing warrior. Kal turned back and fire from the hip with his shatter pistol. The nearly silent shot aimed low at the guard's leg, it wasn't a kill shot but it would slow him.

Kal watched throughh his HUD as the creature went down quickly as the kinetic energy from the shot pushed the leg out from beneath it. He didn't look, he didn't need to. He simply pointed down and fired one shot to the aft protion of the brain housing group and began engaging the next adversary. This was what it meant to test your mettle this was battle as it should be, no spells, no planet killing weapons, just the clash of bone and sinew, of arms verses arms. Life or death decided by skill and shear dumb luck. It was beautiful, balanced, real, and he hoped he died one day with that feeling. Only, not today.

He watched as the other warrior took down more guards. The quick precise blast ot her carbine made short work of the remaining guards as they continued moving forward. He could tell the other Gurlanin was this way somewhere. He could already smell the blood, and none of it the "Sole ruler's".

[member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Shia Kryze"]

 

[TB-705]

The Tunnel
[member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Kal Ordo"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Tal Vizsla"]

Feline ears flicked forward. Further in the tunnel, he heard the sounds of a short scuffle and the distinctive crunch of breaking bone. He sniffed the air and drank in the scents: pungent fungus, damp moisture, and the coppery tang of spilled blood.

The Cathar prowled forward, glowing yellow eyes prying shapes from the darkness, until he saw the figure blocking the path forward. The immense warrior seemed to fill up the entire tunnel, a giant of a man. Thengil's black lips curled back.

An ancient Sith spell imbued into the golden bands securing Thengil's braids caused an aura of uneasiness to ripple out from the leonine Sith. Even the mightiest of warriors, peerless in strength and size, might find themselves suddenly ill within such an aura. But that depended upon whether Ra, like so many of his underlings, wore an ysalamir in a nutrient cage. At this angle, Thengil could not tell.

He stretched out with his senses, even as he spoke.

In the confines of the tunnel, his voice reverberated unnaturally.

"So this is you."

"The Sole Ruler"​

​

"Trapped in a tunnel."

"Like a rat."​

​

"I expected more."​

 

[Tal Vizsla]

Gaining a moment's breath in the midst of the melee, Tal fired a single burst transmission to the surface, calling for aid from a source it seemed most had forgotten about.

His shield repelled blow after blow as his hammer fell again and again, sundering armor and warrior and beast alike. This was not the combat of the war they had just ended, nor was it the singular challenge of the brawl on Arkania. This was a fight for survival, one that he knew he had the potential to lose. It was a feeling he did not often experience, and it made him feel alive.

A smile split his lips beneath his buy'ce, and he screamed out a wordless roar in the midst of chaos, the enemies surrounding him staggering back at his ferocity. Their mistake. He used it to his advantage, surging forward with equal savagery until all that stood before him was an empty tunnel. He could feel the traces of his allies descending into that tunnel, and it was the decision of a moment to follow them.

If he was not mistaken, there were three that had ventured this way, two he had felt before. Both the Mand'alor and his attempted assassin were 'scents' he would recognize anywhere, but the third was as yet unknown to him. Though the impressions... she?.. left were of discipline and tenacity. Traits worthy of any mandalorian warrior.

[member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Kal Ordo"] | [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]​

 

[Baiko no Kaho]

Baiko smacked him across the face, the sting of a solid hand on his cheek.

“She will only be your Yasha until she figures out the galaxy is a larger place, with more choice to be made. You made a decision, you both, that neither understood. Maybe you understood more about it than she did, but Yasha is a child. She will remain a child until she turns 19… any decision you made is void of meaning until then.” Baiko hissed at [member="Kaden Mantis"], “I will not have such a special girl be bound to x’ar-chath mongrel like you.”

Leaping into the dark, the Atrisian gave Kaden another piece to why she detested the Mandalorian culture which forced children to a premature adulthood. The Echani long held a distain for the way Mandalorians entered combat… Baiko was old-school Echani, silent only for the good of her charge.

The governess unsheathed her hidden phrik Katana before she hit the ground with a roll. Slashing out, she began to cut down the blue limbs and reptiles she found.

Yasha was atop a carnosaur, moving toward the last known place where [member="Ra Vizsla"] disappeared. She ran down the tunnel, chasing after the Mand’alor.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

“It’s a carnosaur! We’re surrounded by reptiles and blue skinned people!” Yasha kicked and pulled at the carnosaur’s bridle and halter, ramming through the host of reptiles as the carnosaur bit and roared. She hadn’t heard the argument between [member="Baiko no Kaho"] and [member="Kaden Mantis"]. She didn’t know of the tension.

All the girl knew was…

…

SHE WAS RIDING A DINOSAUR!

“Hold on!” Yasha yelped, as she yanked the carnosaur through the tunnel after [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]. The Sith Lord would have to deal with a snapping dinosaur, and a Force Dead kid controlling it from the top.

“Ra!! Get back from my Mand’alor, kitty cat!” She yelled, as the dinosaur charged the Sith pirate cat. It helped that the creature was so big the tunnel nearly did not have the room for it. “Nobody hurts [member="Ra Vizsla"]!!”

 

[Shia Kryze]

The tunnels went deeper, any trace of light from the surface long having vanished. The two Mandalorian warriors were now very much their namesake.

​

Dha Werda Verda.​

​

But so were their foes, ill-equipped perhaps, but the survivors of a race long thought extinct, born to shadow and now Dha Werda Choruk - Children of Stone, perhaps the long lost descendants of hunters and warriors who had given birth to the very concept of the Mando'ade.

No mercy was asked for and none was given. Blood - Mandalorian and Taung alike - marked a swath of destruction through the tunnels as Shia and Kal followed the latters unerring senses deeper into the tunnels, further beneath the surface of Myrkr. Further from light, further from hope. Towards the sound of the drums and the heat of the bodies. Many stood against them, none stood behind them and few lived. But minor wounds began to tell, Shia began to tire beneath the weight of the Silver Flame, for while no stone weapon could hope to penetrate it, they could bruise the wearer inside - and now so many blows had landed her bruises began to leak blood and several ribs had clearly popped free. Kal was in little better condition, the weight of wounds and a long battle sapping strength.

But not determination.

Ra had not been taken this way - that much was clear - the Undying's name would be put to the test by others. But the mission they had been given by Mand'alor was to secure the planet and this path lead to the centre of strongest resistance.

The two emerged like shadows onto the high ledge, a silent shatter pistol shot eliminating one Taung standing guard while the kal blade slit the throat of the other, both bodies sliding silently to the ground almost in unison. From their vantage they could survey the immense cavern with the temple mount at it's heart, surrounded by scores of warriors and warbeasts. At it's top stood a single, armoured blue-skinned figure, immense and imposing astride its war-mount carnosaur.

The entire chamber vibrated with the noise of drums, the rhythm strangely familiar to the two Mandalorians but loud enough to vibrate their lungs in their chests regardless as the warriors howled their battle chant. What they'd fought so far was only the first wave. The only way to secure this planet would be through overwhelming slaughter... or through another manner.

The words echoed up to them, howled - chanted - in unison with the drum beats, broken Mando'a perhaps, but clear enough when it's being driven into your helmets at over a hundred decibels.

"Te pirta Manda'lor olarors!​

​

Val olaror par mhi! tengaanar an tal bal taakur!​

​

Vi cuyir te ade be te choruk!​

​

Laam jii!​

​

Laam jii!​

​

Teh te chur vi olaror!"​

​

Shia turned to Kal, their communication no longer silent, but still limited to as few a words as possible.

"Orbital strike, or challenge?"

From the tilt of her armoured head, she favoured the second option, from the way he pushed forward onto his feet with a feral nod, he agreed. Live or die, let no one say that either of them had neither disobeyed the command of Mand'alor, nor brought wanton slaughter where it was not needed and without due cause.

As one they triggered their jetpacks, hurling through the cavern on plumes of fire, external speakers turned up to maximum volume as in unison they bellowed their own challenge in return. One of the ritual prefaces that began a Taung blood duel - a challenge for leadership that could not be ignored.

Akaanir ti tal!

Akaanir ti beskar!

Ash'amur ti ijaa!

Draar dinuir o'r!​

​

As the two slammed to the ground within the inner ring of warriors atop the temple mount, the blue-skinned Taung'alor leveled an immense and clearly treasured weapon - a beskar tipped spear - straight at Kal Ordo's heart.

"Taung sa rang broka!"

That would be a yes, but a conditional one. Shia wheeled on the spot as the inner ring of warriors raced towards her - they would not involve themselves in the blood duel between the Taung'alor and Kal Ordo, but they would neither kneel and wait when they could prove their own mastery.

Which was fine with her.

"Dha Werda Verda a'den tratu!" She bellowed back, the words of the ancient war-song coming easily to her lips as she slid both blades from her armour - driving herself forward through the wall of exhaustion and pain and forward to meet the accepted challenge with everything she had left. Which sadly, didn't include any ammo.

[member="Kal Ordo"]

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Shia Kryze"]

Kal answered in the only way that he knew they would understand completely, with violence. His shatter pistol holstered quickly as he stepped forward. He lifted his beskad infront of the T-shaped visor and lurched up the steps toward the hulking blue-skinned Taung. He was far smaller than the being in this form, shorter reach, less mass. He would have to fight smart, get inside and strike then get back out of reach. It was simple in theory, but that was a large Alor’istad.

The being moved forward, his speed impressive despite his size, and leapt stabbing down with his beskar tipped spear. Kal’s amber eyes flashed with excitement behind his visor as the adrenaline of the moment fueled his tired muscles. His blood covered armor glistened in the dim light of fires as he sidestepped the first jab and brought up his beskad to parry the sweep that followed. His beskad sent the spear tip over his head, the beskar scrapping the top of his buy’ce as it passed. Kal could almost visualize the next attack as the being began to move, bunched muscles like coiled vipers ready to strike. The beings fist came as they entered close quarters. Kal ducked low and swept his beskad around to strike the back of the large beings knee before he rolled across the ground to return to a fighting crouch.

The large Taung bellowed in rage but slowed only a moment before his huge form retuned to the offensive. Kal focused on the defensive now, the clash of beskar and bone echoing over the sounds of the raging warriors. This was pure, perfect, the balance had given him a gift he would not soon forget, and the Manda would call one of them home. The Taung alor stabbed again and Kal had to lift his arm high to avoid the spear tip as it raked across his ribs. His arm came down quickly to trap the spear to his side. He twisted instantly as the large being tried to jerk the spear away and ripped it from his grasp. The spear broke from the opposing tension and Kal spun forward. The spear found purchase in the Taung chief’s abdomen as Kal became a whirlwind of motion. Beskad swung, a scream choked off and the chief’s head tumbled down the steps as a stream of liquid life pulsed onto the stone steps.

Kal dropped to a knee and tore off his buy’ce with one hand as his chest heaved from the exertion. His beskad and armor slick with blood as he drove the tip of his weapon into the ground and staggered to his feet. He turned to face the now silent crowds. Their fight with Shia had died down in a moment as their ruler’s head rolled down the steps.

“Taung sa rang broka Mando'ade ka'rta. Dha Werda Verda a'den tratu, Manda'yaim kandosii adu. Duum motir ca'tra nau tracinya. Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a.” Kal began to sing low and somber, Kom'rk tsad droten troch nyn ures adenn. Dha Werda Verda a'den tratu, Manda'yaim kandosii adu. Duum motir ca'tra nau tracinya. Gra'tua cuun hett su dralshy'a.”

The Taung joined the song slowly at first and then with greater resolve after the realization that the were now one people settled in. Kal wanted to laugh, they would join Mand’alor, and he would be back in his cell before the week was out. Funny old life.

 

[Shia Kryze]

Shia didn't know if she wanted to cry with joy, collapse or cheer.

All three, perhaps. Bodies lay at her feet like wheat before the reaper. She bled from the wounds that finally found their way through the gaps in her armor plates and through the undersuit below, beskar-woven as it was, enough strikes would cause the fabric to tear. Every muscle ached beyond what she had imagined she could sustain - wearing the Silver Flame in real battle was very different to wearing it in training or smaller clan conflicts and hunting missions.

She raised her voice alongside Kal's with pride giving voice to the ancient song as the words echoed off the walls.

War was coming to galaxy. Mandalore was in ruins. But the Mando'ade were immortal.

She sank to her knees, pulled off her buy’ce and turned back to see the face of the warrior she'd fought beside, stifling a look of surprise - wasn't he... well, no matter, had she been on Mandalore earlier she might have been fighting beside him before now and died alongside many others.

She grinned, teeth bloody, then spat her mouth clear.

"Oya!" She grunted, a victory for the Mando'ade, and for Mand'alor.

 

[Tal Vizsla]

The trails split not far into the maze of tunnels, and as much as he wanted to join in the obvious carnage the assassin and his female friend were enjoying, his duty was to Mand'alor and that was the trail he followed.

It didn't take him long to near its end, and before he did it was joined by the presence of another. This one felt... dark; and reeked of unholy powers. Powers he once would have been happy to feast on. Now, he would simply be content to snuff them out. It wasn't long before his physical senses beheld what his mind had already sniffed out, and he heard the man utter his condemnation of the Undying.

The words only showed how utterly naive the beast was. Trapped? Like a rat? Heh. Avid self-descriptors if ever Tal had heard any. If anything, Ra was the monster that hunted these caves, and [member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"] had trapped himself in here to die.

"You talk about rodents like they're beneath you. Ever seen what happens when a Tusk-cat gets thrown into a pit with a rancor?" He raised his hammer to gesture at [member="Ra Vizsla"]'s shadowed form. "You're about to."

And then with no pretense of subtlety and as if to emphasize his words, [member="Yasha Mantis"] came screaming in atop her massive new war beast.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

The Myrkr Underworld

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]

Ra had no idea the underworld in which he had stepped, nor any knowledge of his pursuer. He stood up as the combatant begin issuing his menacing, reverberating tone, dusting off his knees and his crimson cloak, and continued to do so as the man spoke. The Undying was pretty used to this by now, challengers coming out of nowhere to test their might against his own. To stand as a testament of strength for which all warriors would dare test their own was flattering, surely. However, given that he had just been flushed into the bowels of unknown territory by an unseen enemy, the Mand'alor had much more on his plate than dealing with... well, whatever hot mess this guy was.

Still, though, Ra wouldn't be Ra if he discounted another's desire to end up on their back. Mand'alor's yslamiri began chirping loudly, it echoing in the cave.

There wasn't much that could bring a smile to the hardened Mandalorian's face, but another Force User? The irony.

"So, what is it...

I murdered your wife?" Ra's jetpack was considerably damaged, as it began sparking. He dropped it near the wall. "Took your loved ones? Imprisoned your brother? You're... not related to that guy from Sundari, are you."

The features of the creature would give that resounding answer of "no".

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"Speak, stranger.​

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What hastens your journey to a short life?"​

​

The butt of Ra's spear slammed into the ground, Mand'alor the Undying looking rather annoyed he had yet another flavor of the week to deal with.​

 

[TB-705]

Myrkr Uderworld,
a tunnel

Senses skirted off a bubble. Ah. So he did possess one of the lizards. What weakness. No matter. Thengil had spent ten years severed from the Force on a Republic prison barge that housed the galaxy's most dangerous criminals. How would a forceless moment with this "Undying" compare?

A second Mandalorian stepped forth from the shadows and made threatening words, exemplifying the renowned machismo of their culture. But for all that, they were just words.

The Cathar's lips peeled back once more, exposing yellowed fangs. A deep chuffing noise rolled from within his chest and out through his throat. Laughter.

He opened his maw to issue worthy retort, when suddenly the tunnel shook.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

A steady beat growing closer, closer, closer.

Thengil cast a glance over his shoulder, yellow eyes narrowed. An enormous lizard came barreling around the corner, a minute Mandalorian atop it. With a few backward steps, Thengil ensured he stood outside the range of the ysalamir, then he raised one paw and curled his claws inward and exerted his will upon the Force. The ceiling above rumbled, then collapsed in a sudden avalanche of dirt and rock.

Perhaps the tiny Mandalorian would find a way through, but ideally its mount would crash into the sudden wall of rock at full speed and... die.

Ri'shajirr returned his attention to what he had come here to do. He opened and closed his gauntleted paws.

"I am Thengil."

"And you are Ra."​

"And in a few moments clash of arms will prove one of us the stronger. "

"That is enough." ​

The Cathar's eyes flicked to the bystander.

"No more interruptions or idle prattle."

One paw extended. Eleven yards behind Ra, a head-sized rock lifted off the ground seemingly of its own accord and accelerated straight toward the nutrient pack. Such blunt force trauma might only bruise Ra, but his pathetic ysalamir? A fragile thing. Easily broken.

[member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Tal Vizsla"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"]

 

[Ra Vizsla]

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]

The man asked for silence as Ra caught the bolder in his left hand, as it was no longer guided by the force. He dropped it on the ground, back stepping out from under the avalanche that thankfully was nowhere near him as the yslamiri prevented the ceiling from dropping on him, his red visor staring at it and then back at the creature. The man... feline... asked for silence.

But the Mand'alor was in a talkative mood.

He opened his arms, gesturing with his spear. "Why do they always find me in the worst predicaments?" He shook his head as the ysalamiri chirped once more. "Ten Gills, right? I'm guessing this is a test of strength. Who keeps telling you people that I'm the standard-bearer for strength? I really need to kill that guy." Ra laughed, holding his chest.

"But there's just something I need to know, because I keep having you random people show up in the weirdest of places."

"Check it, Thin Gills, 'cause I really gotta know. Why...why do you all insist you're such great warriors but then open up with your little bag of fancy magic tricks?"​

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Ra leaned up against the wall, cushioning his spear to his chest.​

​

"Why can NONE of you just... fight?"​

 

[TB-705]

The avalanche had been directed behind Thengil, toward the Carnosaur and [member="Yasha Mantis"] who'd come from presumably the opposite direction from Ra and Tal. Consequently, Ra and Tal had been safe, ysalamir or no ysalamir.

The Cathar's lips curled contemptuously.

Once, Thengil might have thought as Ra. Fights should be honest. Fights should be fair. Then he got stabbed in the refresher with a filed-down toothbrush.

Nature had a common theme: those who could not adapt were weak. And the weak died.

"Jealous of my birthright?"

Taking in a breath, he took three

steps​

​

forward.​

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The Force vanished and it was as if the wind had been knocked out of Thengil. Senses dimmed. Life dulled. And his prowess waned.

"Mewling becomes not a ruler."​

Thengil held his clawed hands out to either side, ready to spill blood.

"Come, cub, and prove worth of arms."

[member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Tal Vizsla"]

 

[Ra Vizsla]

[member="Thengil Ri'Shajirr"]

"Oh, so you're a ruler. My people consider me a bit of one myself. What do you rule?"

Ra stayed leaning on the wall.

"Litter boxes, balls of yarn, stuff like that?"

 

[TB-705]

Yellow eyes stared.

Clearly, he had been misinformed. Not only did this Sole Ruler prefer to prattle on instead of fighting, but he did not seem to comprehend that Thengil had been referring to him, Ra Vizsla, as the mewling ruler.

Rather than wasting further breath, the leonine Sith crossed the distance between them at a steady stride, then launched a gauntleted, exosuit backed punch straight for the Mandalore's head. If the Mando's visor cracked beneath the force of the strike, then Thengil might gain advantage.

[member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Tal Vizsla"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"]