THE UNDEFEATED
Location: Capital City, headed toward Palace
Units: Crusader Drones [Also referred to as the Horde] | Section Commanders | Twelve Brutes
Objective: Advertise
Enemies: Everyone | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | others?
Closest Proximity: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
A flurry of fighter blasts crashed down onto the ground, scorching the city streets with flame and causing rubble to fall between the massive titans' feet. A score of the riders had left their bikes, stuck in the rubble as the fallen Mandalorian fighter crashed through a building in the street. Tathra was with three of the Brutes in the street, fired upon from sky and ground. The other seven had taken to the buildings, attempting to flank the enemy.
It appeared as though possibly six or seven had moved from their bikes. Taking refuge among the chunks of the debris, the fire their refuge from primal eyes. One of the Brutes lobbed a grenade through the fire as Tathra instead relied on instinct, searching for the men in the fire. Instead he felt a presence much closer, a lingering presence. Waiting for the moment to strike.
Tathra smelt fear, and anger. A jedi no less, only a weak fiend such as them had the stupendous courage to seek out such a foe. His courage was indeed mistaken, watching as Tathra acted obvious to his enemy, firing into the flames.
As the Jedi leapt down, it appeared Tathra's senses were not as sharp as he'd imagined, or he had undoubtedly belittled the threat in is mind. The explosion in the fire was dulled by the sound of three lightsabers activating. The vipers of light whirling into life as the three distinctly fearful men leapt at Tathra.
The titan slid back a few feet out of their range, Tathra simply maneuverer himself to deliver a spray of violent bolts towards his newfound enemies. The first of them, the most aggressive threw himself forth with a force barrier to repel the bolts. The other two flanked, landing a few feet apart. Tathra continued to fire on the first Jedi coming toward him, swinging a viridian blade as Tathra thrust the rifle forward, its massive weight slamming into the Jedi on his right, a feint crack heard above the battle as the weight sent the Jedi rolling on his shoulder, quickly pushing himself up.
Two Gladius style blades ejected from his wrist gauntlets, small and dagger like to the titan's eye yet thick and vicious to the eyes of his smaller adversaries. The first and most aggressive of the three struck with his viridian blade, dashing beyond Tathra's arm and swiping for his leg. Tathra took two quick paced steps backward, catching the whirling viper of energy on his right Gladius, and the left moved with frightening speed, quickly thrust into his side, through his liver and intestines as the right threw him aside. The third and most reluctant came as he saw his brethren fall, striking downward at the exposed length of his right forearm.
The blade met the titans' flesh like steel against flame made flesh, bustling and sparking as Tathra spun the blade around as he spun his arm upward, hitting the Jedi with the palm of his hand, knocking him back as he expected the second with his injured arm. Tathra dashed back, moving to the left as the third struck heavily.
Initially aiming for his back, the heavy strike threw the blade and his sword arm to the ground. Tathra leapt forward, his foot thrown outward like an angry animal; the thrust hitting the Jedi's chest and knocking his back seven metres into a crumpled mess on the ground. In a matter of moments the three had made their daring strike, and now they were nothing more than bags of meat and broken bone.
"[Dravalan]: Pathetic."
Units: Crusader Drones [Also referred to as the Horde] | Section Commanders | Twelve Brutes
Objective: Advertise
Enemies: Everyone | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Kyrel Ren"] | [member="Primat Ren"] | others?
Closest Proximity: [member="Coren Starchaser"]
A flurry of fighter blasts crashed down onto the ground, scorching the city streets with flame and causing rubble to fall between the massive titans' feet. A score of the riders had left their bikes, stuck in the rubble as the fallen Mandalorian fighter crashed through a building in the street. Tathra was with three of the Brutes in the street, fired upon from sky and ground. The other seven had taken to the buildings, attempting to flank the enemy.
It appeared as though possibly six or seven had moved from their bikes. Taking refuge among the chunks of the debris, the fire their refuge from primal eyes. One of the Brutes lobbed a grenade through the fire as Tathra instead relied on instinct, searching for the men in the fire. Instead he felt a presence much closer, a lingering presence. Waiting for the moment to strike.
Tathra smelt fear, and anger. A jedi no less, only a weak fiend such as them had the stupendous courage to seek out such a foe. His courage was indeed mistaken, watching as Tathra acted obvious to his enemy, firing into the flames.
As the Jedi leapt down, it appeared Tathra's senses were not as sharp as he'd imagined, or he had undoubtedly belittled the threat in is mind. The explosion in the fire was dulled by the sound of three lightsabers activating. The vipers of light whirling into life as the three distinctly fearful men leapt at Tathra.
The titan slid back a few feet out of their range, Tathra simply maneuverer himself to deliver a spray of violent bolts towards his newfound enemies. The first of them, the most aggressive threw himself forth with a force barrier to repel the bolts. The other two flanked, landing a few feet apart. Tathra continued to fire on the first Jedi coming toward him, swinging a viridian blade as Tathra thrust the rifle forward, its massive weight slamming into the Jedi on his right, a feint crack heard above the battle as the weight sent the Jedi rolling on his shoulder, quickly pushing himself up.
Two Gladius style blades ejected from his wrist gauntlets, small and dagger like to the titan's eye yet thick and vicious to the eyes of his smaller adversaries. The first and most aggressive of the three struck with his viridian blade, dashing beyond Tathra's arm and swiping for his leg. Tathra took two quick paced steps backward, catching the whirling viper of energy on his right Gladius, and the left moved with frightening speed, quickly thrust into his side, through his liver and intestines as the right threw him aside. The third and most reluctant came as he saw his brethren fall, striking downward at the exposed length of his right forearm.
The blade met the titans' flesh like steel against flame made flesh, bustling and sparking as Tathra spun the blade around as he spun his arm upward, hitting the Jedi with the palm of his hand, knocking him back as he expected the second with his injured arm. Tathra dashed back, moving to the left as the third struck heavily.
Initially aiming for his back, the heavy strike threw the blade and his sword arm to the ground. Tathra leapt forward, his foot thrown outward like an angry animal; the thrust hitting the Jedi's chest and knocking his back seven metres into a crumpled mess on the ground. In a matter of moments the three had made their daring strike, and now they were nothing more than bags of meat and broken bone.
"[Dravalan]: Pathetic."
