Blessed are the peacemakers
Objective:
Help out his old friends and brothers. Kill Kaine. And Sith.
Location:
Yagai City outskirts.
Dead stormtroopers lay in his wake as he marched up to @[member="Kaine Zambrano"], his blade lowered at his side. The blade dragged along the ground, his crushgaunted hands gripping the metal of the lightsaber hilt tightly. He had never before been so focused, been so attuned with the battle. A charging stormtrooper found himself with a blade through his throat and his body to the ground as Tracyn continued to move forward, coming upon @[member="Karen Roberts"] and his nemesis fighting. He stood still for just a minute, and then raised his blade upwards, and let out a war cry that could shake Banthas. It was pure rage, all the things that he had tried to hide and dispel, all the things the Jedi taught him not to use, but he couldn't help it. This man had kidnapped his son, almost driven him mad. Ruined his marriage to the love of his life. Turned him into a murderer. Tracyn wrapped his arm around Kaine's waist, hoping to catch him by surprise. He used all of his strength, force imbued or otherwise, to attempt to throw him to the ground and not hurt him, but rather give an opening to free him up for an appointment.
An appointment with an ass-kicking.
"Fight me, not her, Kaine. Our quarrel is personal, it'll make it a lot more fun. And maybe when you're beaten to near death, you can kindly tell me what you've done with Cassus."He said, cracking his knuckles beneath his crushgaunts. He didn't even seem to notice or even care about the other Master near him. He was on a warpath, and the whirlwind of destruction that had began so long ago, he was now entirely in the focus of.
Help out his old friends and brothers. Kill Kaine. And Sith.
Location:
Yagai City outskirts.
Dead stormtroopers lay in his wake as he marched up to @[member="Kaine Zambrano"], his blade lowered at his side. The blade dragged along the ground, his crushgaunted hands gripping the metal of the lightsaber hilt tightly. He had never before been so focused, been so attuned with the battle. A charging stormtrooper found himself with a blade through his throat and his body to the ground as Tracyn continued to move forward, coming upon @[member="Karen Roberts"] and his nemesis fighting. He stood still for just a minute, and then raised his blade upwards, and let out a war cry that could shake Banthas. It was pure rage, all the things that he had tried to hide and dispel, all the things the Jedi taught him not to use, but he couldn't help it. This man had kidnapped his son, almost driven him mad. Ruined his marriage to the love of his life. Turned him into a murderer. Tracyn wrapped his arm around Kaine's waist, hoping to catch him by surprise. He used all of his strength, force imbued or otherwise, to attempt to throw him to the ground and not hurt him, but rather give an opening to free him up for an appointment.
An appointment with an ass-kicking.
"Fight me, not her, Kaine. Our quarrel is personal, it'll make it a lot more fun. And maybe when you're beaten to near death, you can kindly tell me what you've done with Cassus."He said, cracking his knuckles beneath his crushgaunts. He didn't even seem to notice or even care about the other Master near him. He was on a warpath, and the whirlwind of destruction that had began so long ago, he was now entirely in the focus of.