Scourge of Gold
Avernus pivoted on his heels to face
Gabriel Pryce
as the Jedi dropped down from the ventilation shaft. He reached through the force and called his lightsaber from his belt to his left hand. The purple blade shot out violently from the curved hilt with a hateful hiss. The unstable blade undulated viscously with a constant, loud crackling-hum.
Before Darth Avernus could act, Wyatt Morga came through the doors of engineering. Avernus did not speak, allowing himself to take in the feelings of the two Jedi that had accosted him and Vaulkhar so suddenly. "You've not seen-" a sudden burst of force energy sent Avernus backwards before he could properly retort.
He braced himself both physically and with the force, mitigating much of the assault. He slid back on his feet, as what was left of Wyatt's metaphysical shove sent him backward regardless of his attempt at a counter. He didn't lose his footing until he slammed into a waist-height engineering control panel. The momentum of the top half of his body continued where his bottom half did not, sending him flipping over the panel.
Avernus shot up to his feet, pulling his lightsaber back to his grasp and reigniting the blade. With a small hop, his foot landed back on the control panel, and with a sudden bend and snapping-straight of his leg, he launched himself from it. With an arcing corkscrew motion, is purple saber blade came descending spitefully in a wide arc towards the two Jedi masters. The purebloods pointed tongue stuck menacingly out from between his bared teeth as he lunged toward them.
Before Darth Avernus could act, Wyatt Morga came through the doors of engineering. Avernus did not speak, allowing himself to take in the feelings of the two Jedi that had accosted him and Vaulkhar so suddenly. "You've not seen-" a sudden burst of force energy sent Avernus backwards before he could properly retort.
He braced himself both physically and with the force, mitigating much of the assault. He slid back on his feet, as what was left of Wyatt's metaphysical shove sent him backward regardless of his attempt at a counter. He didn't lose his footing until he slammed into a waist-height engineering control panel. The momentum of the top half of his body continued where his bottom half did not, sending him flipping over the panel.
Avernus shot up to his feet, pulling his lightsaber back to his grasp and reigniting the blade. With a small hop, his foot landed back on the control panel, and with a sudden bend and snapping-straight of his leg, he launched himself from it. With an arcing corkscrew motion, is purple saber blade came descending spitefully in a wide arc towards the two Jedi masters. The purebloods pointed tongue stuck menacingly out from between his bared teeth as he lunged toward them.