Ruth Les'mer
RUTHLESS.
Location - Coruscant
Written Perspective - Ruth Les'mer
Current Equipment - Crushgaunts, Vambraces (No Armor)
Tag - OPEN
Now Playing - Hell Broke Luce
"Well, that's that then."
No voice to be heard, not even a death rattle from his gaping mouth. I had the poor crook's body down on the ground in front of me - some rogue force flinger who got a taste of the finer things in life... Violence, power. Poor bugger got too close to the sun, so I pulled him back to the ground... Figuratively, and literally.
We were alone in some forgotten nook of the undercity. Nobody to see us, and nobody to interrupt. The acolyte was reduced to a bloody pile on the floor, since I almost squeezed the bones out of his body with my Crushgaunts. I had his lightsaber hilt squeezed underneath my boot, and I could feel him tugging on it desperately with that god forsaken "gift" of his. I guess he was still kicking.
"Aye? You wanna try it again? Well go on, have a crack..!"
I'll admit, it was a bit foolhardy of me to give him his stick back, but I relished the opportunity to knock him down once again.
The hilt whipped back into his shaking hand, and I watched him slowly pick himself up from the floor. It was a little miserable, but that only multiplied my satisfaction. The acolyte suddenly pushed a hand in front of himself, attempting to force choke me... Bad move.
"G-ghh.. Heh... That's a cute little trick, son..." I used one of the repulsors on my vambrace to push my body towards him. I closed the distance right quick, and I decided to humor his tenacity by clutching him around the throat, just like he did to me with that ###### disgusting ability. My Crushgaunts were operating at minimal capacity, but they slowly increased in pressure as my digits squeezed, and squeezed...
As he began to gurgle once again, I decided to give him a few parting words.
"See... Us normal folks, we do our dirty work with our bare hands."
"Glrrgh.... Gh-ECK-"
"You was doin' it the lazy way. Didn't even ignite that blade, you just got comfortable with exploiting those inherited abilities on other well meaning people... I saw what y'did. You're one of 'em new Sith acolytes. I saw what you did to your kid... I've been tailing you for weeks. And now I've got you."
My alone time was short-lived, as I began hearing footsteps round the corner into this alleyway.
I wonder who it could be?
Written Perspective - Ruth Les'mer
Current Equipment - Crushgaunts, Vambraces (No Armor)
Tag - OPEN
Now Playing - Hell Broke Luce
"Well, that's that then."
No voice to be heard, not even a death rattle from his gaping mouth. I had the poor crook's body down on the ground in front of me - some rogue force flinger who got a taste of the finer things in life... Violence, power. Poor bugger got too close to the sun, so I pulled him back to the ground... Figuratively, and literally.
We were alone in some forgotten nook of the undercity. Nobody to see us, and nobody to interrupt. The acolyte was reduced to a bloody pile on the floor, since I almost squeezed the bones out of his body with my Crushgaunts. I had his lightsaber hilt squeezed underneath my boot, and I could feel him tugging on it desperately with that god forsaken "gift" of his. I guess he was still kicking.
"Aye? You wanna try it again? Well go on, have a crack..!"
I'll admit, it was a bit foolhardy of me to give him his stick back, but I relished the opportunity to knock him down once again.
The hilt whipped back into his shaking hand, and I watched him slowly pick himself up from the floor. It was a little miserable, but that only multiplied my satisfaction. The acolyte suddenly pushed a hand in front of himself, attempting to force choke me... Bad move.
"G-ghh.. Heh... That's a cute little trick, son..." I used one of the repulsors on my vambrace to push my body towards him. I closed the distance right quick, and I decided to humor his tenacity by clutching him around the throat, just like he did to me with that ###### disgusting ability. My Crushgaunts were operating at minimal capacity, but they slowly increased in pressure as my digits squeezed, and squeezed...
As he began to gurgle once again, I decided to give him a few parting words.
"See... Us normal folks, we do our dirty work with our bare hands."
"Glrrgh.... Gh-ECK-"
"You was doin' it the lazy way. Didn't even ignite that blade, you just got comfortable with exploiting those inherited abilities on other well meaning people... I saw what y'did. You're one of 'em new Sith acolytes. I saw what you did to your kid... I've been tailing you for weeks. And now I've got you."
My alone time was short-lived, as I began hearing footsteps round the corner into this alleyway.
I wonder who it could be?
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