The Fires of Chaos (Heralds vs CIS)

[Lord Ghoul]

The stream of crackling lightning dissipated from Shorn's fingers, cut off as soon as he realized what little effect it had on the charging Black Knight. Wisps of pale smoke curled off the man's armor, but still he came head on. The silvery lightsaber in his hand flashed, a bar of pure death. Mikhail exhaled frustratedly, but offered the man a conciliatory smile, though the effect was lost by Mikhail's helmet.

Running full tilt against a Sith Lord was objectionable for a vast number of reasons, as Anakin Skywalker once discovered against Count Dooku. However, rushing headlong into a fray against a master of telekinesis presented rather unique problems, such as the telekinetic hand which Shorn wrapped about the charging Black Knight. The grip was not crushing, for Mikhail's intention was not to squish. He had smashing on his mind. The fingers of that invisible hand wrapped around the man's upper torso, potentially snapping his arms to his side and rendering him unable to move them.

Shorn had been Reek-rushed by so many fools he'd lost track. They always tried to get in saber range, which would have given them a rather large advantage, but they all seemed to forget that dodging telekinesis is rather hard. Especially a Force Grip. The fingers of Mikhail's outstretched hand curled inward like a claw and he gestured sharply upward, pivoted, then brought his hand viciously downward behind him. The result was that the Black Knight would have his own forward momentum utilized against him as Shorn attempted to lift him up off the ground, over Shorn's head, and bring him back down onto the ground behind Shorn with a cratering impact. It was how Mikhail had snapped Jared Ovmar's legs despite the man wearing beskar'gam. Armor was all well and good, but it didn't do much against meteoric velocities and blunt force trauma.

[member="Davin"]

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Plop!

That was the sound one might imagine the round of Strask's attack against the illusionary beast, against its telekinetic shield. As if there was form, a great rippling of ethereal flesh over came the tiny region the pebble of an attack had made contact with... and subsequently disintegrated due to the stopping power of telekinesis. The great monster of Voracitos had ceased his draining of the city, to instead build upon a great plague over the city. The Templar's refused to interrupt the feast of the Darth, and thus all that they protect would suffer... and any who stood in their defense would suffer too. His mere decaying presence turned ever step ashen, as if it had burned to the ground, and it only amplified with the carnage he created.

o say the least, the walking abomination was getting rather bored, and did not enjoy this lack of attention to his presence, despite his best efforts of display and absolute destruction of everything around him. There were a dozen fights just beneath his foot falls, and yet not one focused on him. This enraged him profusely, and only served to make him more destructive.

"Are you going to save this city or are you going to let me eat it, damn it! PAY ATTENTION!" He bellowed everywhere. It would be clear to any Herald who bothered to listen to his cry, that he was severely jealous. For whatever reason, he did not seem to be considered a threat. He just kept on eatering them and eatering them, and none of them reacted! It was very displeasing and disappointing. Because of that, it was time for him to eat again, which meant he need to release the final wave of disease. Black lightening circled him, as the gelatinous mass took a stronger footing into his stance, creating a shock wave. He brought his stance low, and low rumble began to roll in his stomach, and slowly began to rise as he straightened his stance. Finally, arms shot straight up and a great lurching motion as the low rumble became a bellowing shriek.

A brown dust exploded from his hands and face, and darkened the sky around him. It began to fall like a blizzard of snow, and where ever it touched, disease would strike. Blisters, boils, cysts, vomiting, fever, sweating, fatigue, dysentery, dementia, and if it persisted long enough... cancer. Screams sounded everywhere, as all became victims of Voracitos. They were all being digested at once. They were all going to die today. It was because of their insolence to refuse the attention he deserved, that they all suffer. Slowly, painfully, and the death granted by Voracitos would not alleviate that pain. His maw opened in laughter once again, as the violet, crimson, and sickly emerald protruded like tongues on to a suffering mass before him. It licked them, and their life essence was drained, and their souls sucked up like soup into an eternal torrent of suffering.

This was not war. This was not attack. This was not even chaos or carnage.

This was extermination.

Spoiler

Opponent: The City​

Heralds: Mikhail Shorn, Anaya Fen, Christian Slade, Darth Voracitos, Darth Vornskr, Evelynn Zambrano, Jared Ovmar.​

Templars: Salem Norongachi, Manu Xextos, Ember Rekali, Serian Loria, Phoebe Verd, Feena Mason, Astrian Callus, Marek Starchaser, Vorhi Alestrani, Ashe the Reaper, Atretes Rhoujen, Matsu Xiangu, @Davoin, @Tricia.​

CIS Personnel: Strask Ak'lya, @Lancer Damar , Galaar Tal'Verda, ARC-247, Aella Cadeyrn,​

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[Louise]

The hand of Shorn upon her shoulder did little to comfort the girl who had lost all awareness of her surroundings. Had the mute perhaps not been plunged into a realm of tragedy then she might have shown gratitude for the somewhat tender display by that tall, dark and snarky menace.

For the longest time she seemed to just kneel there, nuzzling the cooling body of Merisi, the rebar still protruding from its gut. Even in death, even with such a gruesome injury the valrain proved to be a handsome bird. Only the finest for the sister Queen of Rattatak.

A question finally surfaced. Where was Nemene!? She had summoned the brunette yet she had not arrived. As Mikhail moved to battle a new foe her sister finally surface. There was a sharp spike of rage that mingled with her sorrow that Nemene would no doubt be very aware of.

A very private message was sent through their bond:

YOU! WHERE WERE YOU!? Evelynn's face twisted in grotesque rage as she looked up at the other woman. U S E L E S S! A screech through the Force, only for Nemene to hear. Being that her sister was far too late to save her avian companion she pointed a bony finger towards Mikhail and his opponent. Help him, you imbecile!

Her attentions shifted back to her former companion, and the passion within her brewed, bubbling over with venom and woe. Draw from me, Mikhail. Use my suffering. Use me. Rather than direct combat this was where Evelynn was destined to shine. Lurking at the back as a font of power for her comrades to use.

Not that Mikhail needed it, or the aid of Nemene...but there's no kill like overkill.

[member="Mikhail Shorn"], [member="Davin"], [member="Kiyala Demont"], [member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene flinched as her sister screeched, her entire body shivering and shaking in fear as Evelynn's voice carried through her mind.

She wanted to fall to her knee's, she wanted to beg for forgiveness, she wanted to do everything in her power to bring back Evelynn's pet. Yet she could not. As soon as Evelynn spoke the words in her mind Nemene knew she had no choice but to help Mikhail with whatever opponent was near. She turned on a dime, her heels clicking and her lightsaber pike smashing against the ground as she pushed herself off in Shorn's direction.

She said nothing to the man as she passed him by, her pike exploding in bright blue once again.

I'm sorry. Nemene thought, more to herself than to Evelynn, she didn't even know if her sister would hear her. By the time she stood next to Shorn however, she found that she had nothing to do. Anything she could have done would have simply gotten in his way, so she simply waited by his side, ready to pounce.

 

[Kiyala Demont`]

Kiyala was ready as she could now see through the veil of her past pain into operations. As she sat in meditation she began to truly feel the others more notably her allies. She could feel Davin holding out but with the introduction of another strong foe it did not look likely at all. She completely opened herself up to the force feeling it's strength flood through her and out of her bounds of strength and endurance would find it's home in @Davin. Most would call this technique battle meditation and with this time Kiyala being much more experienced in it's use she didn't doubt that Davin would feel the boost in power and to his natural energy within his body. It was all she could do from afar and hopefully one of his foes would sense her and foolishly attempt to find her while she used battle meditation. Her body trembled in the wake of the power being introduced through her body as a conduit which her Sith Amulet only further amplified. As she assured her connection with Davin, she sent over a rather simple but accurate statement to Davin.

"Crush him!"

Mikhail Shorn, Davin, Kiyala Demont, Nemene Talith [member="Evelynn"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Ember Rekali"]

Wasn’t much to do, too busy handling all those life signs and making them attack this guy to actually come up with a solid defense - waved my hand and some rubble took a portion of the shotgun shells, rest hit me in the side and the burst sent me flying again. Hadn’t been too strong on my feet anyway, then the Force Light Beam whatever it was touched me and…

Well wasn’t pretty, tell ya that.

Contact wasn’t long, landed behind a car because of those pellets in my side, I was bleeding like a pig but we ain’t talking ‘bout that now. I was who I was because of the Darkside, it kept me going, it kept me from remembering… remembering who I had been before.

Force Light stripped that from me, but now before I flashburned the command into the wide-area: ‘Attack [member="Ember Rekali"]’

I wasn’t sure if it would have any effect, didn’t really care at the moment. Too busy with fighting my own demons, tears running down my cheeks as I started to realize just how much damage, suffering and pain I was and had been causing to the innocents of this Galaxy.

Pain struck me in the heart, as just for a moment the Darkside was stripped away from me, I could feel the blood starting to seep from my nostrils - as my mind tried to keep itself together and not go insane from the sheer realization.

I started crawling away, in the direction of an alleyway while behind me a small army would probably be attacking Rekali.
Hopefully the guy would be put through some damage, but I doubted it - not that it mattered.

What mattered was getting out alive here.