Kiyala Demont`
Character
Roon: Templar training facility.
Kiyala had been called to the training room to fight the son of her betrayer [member="Isley Verd"] who despite coming from Witch roots seemed to cling to the ideals of the Mandalorians. Kiyala could care less about his story and what he's been through being so blinded by revenge. She continued to walk through the training field allowing her mind and her HUD display to registering her surroundings for better real time information. What she knew of this man's skill was only what was told through watchers of his previous battles. He'd be a tricky one to deal indeed but Kiyala knew that this was destiny finally giving her a chance to take the power back.
Kiyala stood clad in her Rancor Mark 2 armor freshly stocked and primed for battle. She wondered what weapon's would he employ first as she knew the Mandalorians never fought in orthodox methods. She sat down in the middle of field and began to meditate finding her center within her rage. She could not be controlled by it but she would instead control the darkness within her. Kiyala felt the rush that was the void of the dark side seemingly swallow her in it's wake but she did not lose herself in the wave. She simply rode along it's current feeling it's power and hearing it's voice whispering great dark promises to her.
[member="Isley Verd"]
Kiyala had been called to the training room to fight the son of her betrayer [member="Isley Verd"] who despite coming from Witch roots seemed to cling to the ideals of the Mandalorians. Kiyala could care less about his story and what he's been through being so blinded by revenge. She continued to walk through the training field allowing her mind and her HUD display to registering her surroundings for better real time information. What she knew of this man's skill was only what was told through watchers of his previous battles. He'd be a tricky one to deal indeed but Kiyala knew that this was destiny finally giving her a chance to take the power back.
Kiyala stood clad in her Rancor Mark 2 armor freshly stocked and primed for battle. She wondered what weapon's would he employ first as she knew the Mandalorians never fought in orthodox methods. She sat down in the middle of field and began to meditate finding her center within her rage. She could not be controlled by it but she would instead control the darkness within her. Kiyala felt the rush that was the void of the dark side seemingly swallow her in it's wake but she did not lose herself in the wave. She simply rode along it's current feeling it's power and hearing it's voice whispering great dark promises to her.
[member="Isley Verd"]
