Raiding Concordia (PM to Join)

[The White Wolf]

Well this game they were playing was becoming more and more irritating. And as his finger constantly pulled on the trigger as the mine cart continued to ride down the track, the minute the one who had shot him rushed for him Skoll narrowed his eyes tightly, taking aim and blasting at the advancing hostile, every shot seemed to...miss. Skoll inwardly rolled his eyes as the Mandolorian jumped to the minecart, catching it with his fingers with him standing literarily just on the other side. Skoll took aim at [member="Ijaat Akun"] and squeezed the trigger at point blank range. But sure enough the enemy jumped into the cart magically dodging all his attempts to keep him at bay, observing as he tossed a grenade into the cart, Skoll turned his head and made a face, simply lifting his hand and using the force to make it fall off the edge of the cart, not even giving it a chance to hit the ground, the dog then glared at the mandolorian in the cart and tilted his head at his silly comment.

Pain? He was going to show him pain? Cute. Adorable in fact coming from a magical super soldier who dashed through every shot he made and somehow slipped past a point blank shot to the face and jumped into a cart with all that heavy armor. To know what pain was one needed to experience it...it became evident to Skoll that this man just avoided pain, so what made him think he could show the price of anything? Skoll scoffed at him and threw his arm up, allowing lightning to surge through his arm and attempting to strike him with it, while with his free arm he continued to shoot at him at point blank range. Regardless of what he did now, there was little he could do to dodge anything on such a small almost empty mine cart.


Engaging: [member="Orick T'ane"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Ijaat Akun"]
Allies: [member="Darth Raven"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Andrea Kryze"] @Kaitara [member="Allison Willamina"]

 

[Zion Mirtis]

Raven's strike made contact but, in the process, had left herself to be struck. She felt a heavy bruise on her side from where she attacked [member="Draco Vereen"] and looked to see it had torn through her shirt. His pommel had been the culprit, as she could see, making her sneer at him. She looked back only to see her situation with her crown familiars wasn't fairing any better. For each familiar that was destroyed they simply turned into shadows that slipped back into her original one. Raven realized she was between a rock and a sarlaac pit, both sides having an advantage over her when together.​

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She focused her thoughts into cold, hating, feelings before unleashing a wave of Force Cryokensis at both sides. She slammed her hands down on the ground and allowed it to be completely covered in ice. It reached far enough and the only bare spot was where she stood. She remained where she was as she awaited them to make their next move.​

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[member="Andrea Kryze"] [member="Kaitara Ordo"] [member="Allison Willamina"]​

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[member="Orick T'ane"] [member="Ijaat Akun"] [member="The White Wolf"] [member="Noah Corek"]​

 

[Laira Darkhold]

The burn in my side limited what I could do, and it would lead to some serious issues later on. That was the glorious thing about adrenaline, it could keep you moving for a while even after you got hurt. It had its down sides, but that serious up side was worth it. Anger and Pain flowed into the Force. The woman changed her course of action. She didn't want to fight anymore, she wanted to play with ice. She wanted to make things cold. I wanted to heat things up. Fire. Fire was my truest friend in these last few weeks. She would taste it, even as Ice climbed up my legs, starting to lock them in place. I would break free later, for know she had fire to eat. Without Armor or anything sturdier than cloth this was going to be fun for me.

I raised my arm's angling them at her, so the favored weapon on my left wrist pointed to her. The gout of fire burst in her direction, and for Good measure I occupied her more, pressing harder on her mental defenses, still seeking to muddle her mind and slow her, tire her out, but now adding something... adding the sinking feeling of nasuea, of dizziness, of sickness. Her mental faculties, her body, they may begin to fail her, and when that happens, so too would the Force. The thought of this woman, coughing blood, on her hands and knees, smoke drifting off of her, burnt and dying made my eyes gleam with joyful malice. "Suffer in the fire you stole from me."

Gear: Da Sig
Allies: All da Allies
Enemies: [member="Darth Raven"]