Round 2: That Don’t Make it Junk (Trystis Ray vs Vengeance vs Darth Drethi)

[Kenrath]

No sooner had the attacks truthfully of desperation been executed then the sluggishness vanished and the ability to focus return. Vengeance laughed..............no it was more like a cackle...............yes that was it. Even as the pain radiated through his stomach from the slash [member="Darth Drethi"] had delivered he felt alive again. Vengeance looked towards the attacking [member="Trystis Ray"] with a smile.

"That's right come get some whelp."

Just as the man would get there Vengeance dropped into a crouch growling in pain but none the less flipping his saber reverse grip and spinning a full circle slashing out at knee level at Trystis. As he stopped the spin his free hand would turn towards Drethi a sustained bolt of lightening shooting at Drethi. It would sustain the lightening assault on Drethi for as long as he could. The way he figured it he owed her for one heck of a scar he would carry on his stomach from now on.

"Business little girl is always personal." "Are you not entertained.................are you not enjoying yourself."

 

[Ras'kala'han]

Trystis leapt, but the saber's cutting edge scored a mark on his shin, and he plowed past [member="Vengeance"] into the dirt and debris, partly battered by [member="Darth Drethi"]'s telekinetic assault. It tasted awful. Fortunately, the Sith seemed to prefer attempting to electrocute his other foe rather than dice him to pieces.

And he was laughing. And smiling. And he knew that smile, that smug, magisterial grin that sorcerers just so loved to sport. It reminded him of him. He wanted that smile to stop.

"I didn't come here for entertainment." He spat, rising from the dirt. He plucked a choice few memories from some of the more... difficult moments of his life. Locking eyes with his foe, he began to attempt to drive the torturous splinter into the mind of his fellow acolyte.

[member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Lassiter]

None of them were here for entertainment. Bolts of lightning came looking for Sena and only too late did she react. Her body began to shiver and shake as the embarrassment of being hit by an attack so basic struck at her nerves. Twitch for twitch her anger pent itself up, twitch for twitch her eyes lit up in bright shining crimson.

Her hand extended was lifted from the ground, curled up in fists that promptly unfolded itself to send off a lightning strike of her own. Blondie was messing with the wrong Vahla, White was a temporary ally at best.

She fought the pain from the other man’s strike, let it fuel her own attack as both hands extended themselves in an attack focus on the general vicinity of both opponents.

Sena was angry, mad and enraged. Careful calculations were replaced by bitter hatred for both of her opponents and she would damn well make sure they both felt it.

[member="Trystis Ray"] // [member="Sage Bane"] // [member="Vengeance"]

 

[Kenrath]

Vengeance started to shake his head as what started off a lot like a headache got worse. It was short lived though as it was suddenly replaced with the searing pain of a lightening strike from [member="Darth Drethi"] presumably in retaliation for his own.

"Fething Kark......................"

Vengeance screamed as he started to drop to a knee. Feeling a fist sized chunk of debris by said knee he gripped it fighting through the pain to launch it at Drethi. Assuming it worked and broke her concentration Vengeance would try and force push [member="Trystis Ray"] into her as he was in between them. He would then slowly stand up wanting the duel to be over. It had been.....................well he had never taken this much punishment so far.