Become One With All Things
Objective: Slow the Horde
Location: Aegis // Point Defense of the Hangar
Tags: Maynard Treicolt | Loske Treicolt
Rahm | Primarch Drek'ma | Hrajlmak'Natok
Location: Aegis // Point Defense of the Hangar
Tags: Maynard Treicolt | Loske Treicolt
Rahm | Primarch Drek'ma | Hrajlmak'Natok
Ryv watched as the servitors ripped through the hangar, tearing away at the earth and stealing the lives of his soldiers in one fell swoop. He could feel their fear washing over the battlefield, cutaway, and replaced by nothingness as they met a sudden end. He released part of his hold on the force, allowing the battle meditation and meld to fade away as the shaman's power crashed against his own. Rather than focus his energy on a contest of wills, he trusted the remaining Jedi behind him to maintain their defenses as he called for the force's aid once more. This time, however, he pulled inward, strengthening his body with the effects of force body.
Even as blood trailed from the kiffar's ears, Ryv strode out of the hangar. He tightened his grip on the Blade of Ruusan, the cyan-light basking its wielder in a soft glow. Calm washed over him, the properties of the weapon countering the terror caused by the shaman entirely. Despair, hopelessness, and anger drove him to the brink time and time again, threatening to overwhelm the Jedi Knight. This time would be different. With the help of his comatose master's blade and the touch of the force, he would prevail against the greater darkness and ensure his friends survived at all costs.
As a mob of drones surged towards Ryv, he charged forth to meet them, his cyan blade flashing left and right as he waded through a growing mound of the beasts. He prided himself on seeking out the path of least resistance, yet with these genocidal horrors, he could not talk them out of their warpath. He had seen the atrocities they committed. The path of least resistance was cutting every one of them to smithereens before ridding the galaxy of this xenophobic threat. The horde made accuracy a null-factor as limbs and heads alike went flying through the air, the drones unable to break past the paragon's defense as he cut a bloody swathe between the hangar and the Primarch.
"This is where I'd normally offer you one last chance to lay down your weapons," Ryv's voice broke through the din of battle, amplified over the sounds of the skittering masses. "Unfortunately for you, I'm at my goddamn limits with you monsters," to accent his point, he pulled one of the brutes through the air, the lightsaber slashing outward. The body hit the floor in two, tumbling away from the small circle growing around the two champions.