Good Ol' Scoundrel
Pant.
Pant.
The Mandalorian's stamina was giving in. The energy left within him was not much and this was by far the most sophisticated and brutal terentatek he had ever faced. His armor was half torn, his helmet had been shattered and thrown away. The boots he had worn were also sent away somewhere into the wild. His two signature blades had been knocked away in some bush.
It was just Varian barefoot and barehanded, donned only with the remaining leather garments that were still almost intact against the large terentatek that stood infront of him, saliva dripping from the beast's mouth. It's appetite was to exceptional levels and the beast would rather die than not have its appetite sated. The beast's movements did not make any hint of the shattered Shikkar on its neck, neither of the numerous slashes and stabs that the hunter had delivered to it. As if it was designed with the whole idea of devouring not a force user but specifically Varian.
It charged.
The clawed arm came down from the Mandalorian's right and the hunter tapped into the ethereal, enhancing greatly his right arm. The typical move by beasts such as the terentatek and rancor which had the size dominance was to ensnare their preys with their hands and then directly eat their head off. But this beast would now face an equal.
Varian's right fist came diagonally striking at the beast's large palm, immobilizing the beast's hand before it could grab him along with producing a sound of the impact similar to that of a shotgun being fired. Dust picked up chaotically from the clashing of strength. If anything the terentatek was possibly surprised for less than a moment as it immediately went with its jaw to slice and dice the Mandalorian with its monstrously sharp fangs.
The Wolf of Dxun's reflexes and force enhanced senses reacted and with just a slight bend in the knees, Varian propelled himself forward and onto the immobilized temporarily arm of the beast. The punch it had received had definitely numbed numerous of its nerves within.
Onwards to its neck.
The terentatek's left arm followed him behind and Varian braced for impact.
Pant.
The Mandalorian's stamina was giving in. The energy left within him was not much and this was by far the most sophisticated and brutal terentatek he had ever faced. His armor was half torn, his helmet had been shattered and thrown away. The boots he had worn were also sent away somewhere into the wild. His two signature blades had been knocked away in some bush.
It was just Varian barefoot and barehanded, donned only with the remaining leather garments that were still almost intact against the large terentatek that stood infront of him, saliva dripping from the beast's mouth. It's appetite was to exceptional levels and the beast would rather die than not have its appetite sated. The beast's movements did not make any hint of the shattered Shikkar on its neck, neither of the numerous slashes and stabs that the hunter had delivered to it. As if it was designed with the whole idea of devouring not a force user but specifically Varian.
It charged.
The clawed arm came down from the Mandalorian's right and the hunter tapped into the ethereal, enhancing greatly his right arm. The typical move by beasts such as the terentatek and rancor which had the size dominance was to ensnare their preys with their hands and then directly eat their head off. But this beast would now face an equal.
Varian's right fist came diagonally striking at the beast's large palm, immobilizing the beast's hand before it could grab him along with producing a sound of the impact similar to that of a shotgun being fired. Dust picked up chaotically from the clashing of strength. If anything the terentatek was possibly surprised for less than a moment as it immediately went with its jaw to slice and dice the Mandalorian with its monstrously sharp fangs.
The Wolf of Dxun's reflexes and force enhanced senses reacted and with just a slight bend in the knees, Varian propelled himself forward and onto the immobilized temporarily arm of the beast. The punch it had received had definitely numbed numerous of its nerves within.
Onwards to its neck.
The terentatek's left arm followed him behind and Varian braced for impact.