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The Freedom Fighters [Open]

" Force being or not I can give anyone a hell of a fight. I am not going to let someone bully my last relative alive". With brute strength the assain pushed Carden into the wall . After this, Ragnar went into a defensive posture, " Stand down, I am here for a cause that is worthy. Not to fight like a bunch of sniveling idiots!" . Hopefully the sith would listen to reason before turning this into a brawl that could go ether way.
 
The force was a dynamic entity subject to it's interpretations of the unforeseeable reality. He stood as a conduit to the force, and through his latent prowess he felt... Something. This man was like no other, he had changed, yet, it remained familiar. He did not require the physical aid of his eyes to recognize this person, all he felt was the force.... Enigmatic images flashed in his minds eye as he thought back to the day him and a man embroidered in shadows fought off a horde of zombies. His concentration was cut off however by a man whom shouted directly in his ear commanding him to cease his seething.

The cretin who had caused his ear drums to vibrant excessively would face some form of consequences. "You know, you really shouldn't yell like that... In fact..." He'd chuckle as his gaze locked onto Ballen-Its form... "You might just go... Boom!

The insatiable thirst for blood infiltrated his being, intermixed with his seemingly palpable anger...... It was not a good mix.... "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He'd extend his hands over towards the masses, a drawing of sorts took in the place within the tangent of his palms. His intention was to pry every single weapon in their immediate vicinity out of their grasp.

Whilst he did so a violet aura extended over his being, his muscles quaked with power as he continued to exude his strength over the vicinity of the bar. Countless denizens fled in theatrical unison, an impending cloud of darkness filled the room as his temper only elevated.

"Cretin, command me again and I shall rip you asunder."
Ragnar Fett

Ballen-IstCarden Lorps

Harrip
 
Harrip said to himself, "Don't mess with me." When his drink arrived he slipped a clawed hand out of the cloak, this being the first thing seen at all. He lifted it to the edge of the hood and slipped it in between the folds before taking a long swig. He relished in the horrible flavor. It burned his throat, had a smell that could kill a Hutt and was highly alcoholic. He placed the glass down before looking around, he noticed a woman looking at him. "Wat ya looking at?"

He luckily was not affected by the Sith, as he had no weapons. However he began to smell something aside from his drink. He hated it. Sith.
[member="Switch"]
[member="Carden Lorps"]
[member="Ragnar Fett "]
 
The long, black cloak that Ballen-Ist wore would wave suddenly as [member="Maleus"] made his hand gestures at @Ragnar Fett, obviously calling upon the force while doing so. The magnetic-like pull the mystical energy created seemed to wrap around several peoples weapons actually, including the disguised Sith pure blood. As Maleus' own force power attempted to invade the Sith's, Ballen-Ist would simply emit his own, their two wills clashing briefly as he watched the scene ahead. Perhaps the Zabrak had done this by accident, either way there was no chance of Maleus laying his hands on his precious tool. Stepping slightly closer, he would listen to the words that were spoken by the angered Zabrak.
 
[member="Maleus"]
The mandalorian with all his might tackled the sith to the ground breaking his concentration, they flew almost to the entrance of the cantina. Soon later ,Ragnar landed on top ready to punch the sith for his stupidity. This would be a chance for his foe to counter him, " I said stand down , or Ill put you down!" . The force being may have the force as his ally, but the assain had physical prowess on his side.
 
Nara was just about to enter the cantina when two men flew outside, wrestling. Not sure if this was private business or a public offense, Nara stayed back, hands on guns, watching the two fight. She started to weigh the chances of what would happen if she intervened, and who's side she would be on.
((Sorry! Was on wrong user! This is Nara.))
 
Tackling a Sith was preposterously foolish, nonetheless they'd both roll idly to the curb. The Mandalorian stood over him ready to strike, unfortunate for him that Maleus was far too gone. His senses left him, his emotions left him, save one..... Rage...... The reins had been severed and the entity known as R spiraled from his personage. "You thought you've quelled my wrath Maleus... This is only the beginning.... Call upon me and I shall grant you what you seek for eternity.... Do not hasten your end my boy, I still need you by my side..." None of this interaction took place in reality, rather Maleus's conscious had taken yet another sojourn.

With the bonds of control broken, his power ran rampant, he'd direct his fist into the diaphragm of the Mandolorian who stood over him. Only the force of his blow if it made contact, would be like no other.... For the state in which he was in was not normal, it was one of the most intricate secrets that the Sith brandished over themselves. Not only was the user imbued with increased speed, but also his ability in the force, as well as his over-all strength.

But there was a down-side, if not mastered correctly, the opposing force known as rage would handle the reins of control. And in so, the users blood-lust would increase, his sanity would waver on the brink of destruction as he attempted to regain his body from himself, from his emotion.. At this moment in time, fighting one such as this would prove to be suicidal...
Ragnar Fett

Carden Lorps

Ballen-IstHarrip
 
Beneath the dark hood, Ballen-Ist's figure would quickly dart to the side, allowing the brawling duo to fly past him, outside of the cantina. Turning quickly, he would exit, obviously following the excitement. Pausing at the exit, he would step to the side, keeping a watch as the fight began. Looking over the crowd, many thoughts began to run through his mind. Would authorities be called? Would they even come to a low level place like this? Or maybe, someone would intervene from masses? Lifting his hooded gaze, the Sith pure blood's eyes would lock onto [member="Nara"]. The young teenager would watch as she lowered her hand, it approaching closer to the handle of her blaster pistol. Shaking his head slowly side to side, the cloak he wore would waver as he moved, his attention still set on the lady who was armed to the teeth.
Though, one thing did catch his attention. [member="Maleus"]' had unleashed a power that Ballen-Ist had only read of on the ancient wall carvings in Korriban. A Sith Rage user was someone to be reckoned with, for not only was their physical and force abilities enhanced, their minds too lost control, creating a deadly, mindless killer for a short time.
 
[member="Maleus"]
Luckily for Ragnar the blow to his armor was minimal, none the less it would definitely leave a bruise, that will be long remembered. Ragnar then, with speed spun around Maleus from behind , and with full force punched the sith's neck causing him to fly to the ground. The mandalorian assain would not back down, this would make him a coward and thus no longer a mandalorian. The fighting would continue unless the sith would realize that Ragnar whether he knew it or not used the force to maintain his brute strength, and to increase it. He was just as if not stronger then his foe in a close- up fight, because he always was in tip top shape. This battle could last hours if need be. Could the sith honestly continue fighting this long? Time will tell, at any moment the sith could attack again with Ragnar not even expecting it.
 

Jaycob Lynx

Coolest Kid On The Block OOC Account
Jaycob Lynx Got a call from a barkeep about a fight it was low level but he was not busy so he decided to go ariving amoung the area he found the two fighting..."hey stop or I will not hesitate to use brute force." The Officer said
 
Nara's hand slipped into her gun's handle, but she didn't draw yet. This looked like a pretty hard fight. She still needed to figure out who was right and who was wrong. Then which side she was on.
Noticing the officer, Nara slipped farther in a shadow, not entirely sure if he would know her or not. She's been in trouble on so many different planets, Nara no longer kept track of minor offenses she's committed.
 
regore grabed his DC-17 and aimd it at the sichs head "you should lisen to the mandalorian, it would be a sham if we hade to get this bar bloody, it makes a terrible beginning of any group" [member="Ragnar Fett "] [member="Carden Lorps"] [member="Maleus"]
 
Nara whipped out her two DL-18 blasters and aimed them at Regore. She held her fire, waiting to see if he would shoot. She didn't know anyone here or what was happening. All she knew was that someone was wielding a gun at someone's head; and in Nara's line of work, that was never good.
 
regore lookd at [member="Nara"] "do you knowe this sith? or are just just afraid im gona shoot him? if it is the second, wel thad wil depend on him, if he leaves me no other choise i will have to " he lookdet at [member="Jaycob Lynx"] fore a second, his DC-17 stil aimd at the sith " thanks trooper"
 
Nara pulled her blasters back. "He's a sith?"
Nara had no liking for sith, but she didn't like to see people shot without a really good reason.
She eyed the binder cuffs. If she was arrested, the authorities would have to check her background. And if they did that, well, Nara would be in loads of trouble.
 

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