Wrecking Ball
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The air was thick with the scent of adrenaline, the result of the orbalisks feeding off Brutalis's own heightened state of arousal. His muscles tensed, veins pulsating beneath his thick, scaly skin as the chemicals coursed through his veins, amplifying his physical and metaphysical capabilities. With each beat of his heart, Brutalis felt his mental focus slipping, the boundaries of reality blurring as the chemicals in his system reached a fever pitch. His senses sharpened to an almost painful degree, every sound, every scent, every movement heightened to an intensity he had never known before. The world around him seemed to warp and twist, colors bleeding into one another as he slipped into a state of ecstatic frenzy.
And then, suddenly, Brutalis found himself somewhere else entirely! His consciousness, already teetering on the edge of euphoria, was abruptly yanked away from the temple chamber and thrust into a place of darkness and chaos—the gladiator fighting pits.
The roar of the crowd assaulted his ears, a cacophony of vicious cheers and bloodthirsty cries for death! The stench of sweat and blood hung heavy in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of fear. Brutalis stood alone in the center of the arena, surrounded by towering walls lined with spectators hungry for vile entertainment. High above, the Hutt Masters presided over the spectacle, their bloated forms lounging on ornate platforms, eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. They looked down into the arena with approval and held in the air the item of his desire. A Phobis device!
It was then that Brutalis realized he was not alone. Across the arena, a figure emerged from the shadows—a dark mirrored version of himself, twisted and malevolent. As their eyes met, Brutalis felt a chill run down his spine. I do not know him. He watched in disbelief as the other version of himself seemed to grow larger, more menacing, while he himself shrank in comparison. It was as though he was facing his own darkest fears made manifest, a twisted reflection of everything he despised and feared within himself.
Tally:
ROUND 1: 9
ROUND 2: 14
ROUND 3: 3
Tags: Sinestra Creuat Veli'ae Ashai Kaleb Sunwalker
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