The Hand Worth A Blade (Darth Ferus)

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus himself stumbled back as he let his broken arm fall down beside him. A dark grin formed as he watched [member="Vree Choka"] cough up blood, and if she could speak basic he would certainly have a few words for her. Asides, there was the fight to still focus on. Down a hand, the Sith had to continue to move back from her, and as her hands came out he went to duck underneath, and tackle her right to the ground.

 

[Tanalth]

Her hands missed before she found herself on the ground. [member="Darth Ferus"] was over her but she grabbed his neck before pushing herself atop him. She had him. He only had one hand and her body had him pinned to the ground. If she wanted to she could squeeze the life out of him and he'd be helpless to do so. She kept a tight hold as she brought her baring teeth scowl towards his face. She stood there, watching as he struggled, before he lips teased at his. She did not know why, but the entire experience had made her rather..."excited". ​

 

[Darth Ferus]

Helpless was a strong word, especially for an Iridonian. Even without the Force, a single broken hand only meant he couldn't grab [member="Vree Choka"] . What he still could do was use the arm itself. Yet for some reason, he just watched her with a brow raised. There was nothing to suggest he was afraid. Though as she leaned in and teased at his lips, a faint twitch of his brow became apparent. He acted then, bringing a single knee up for a quick, powerful blow to the crotch area of the Vong, a painful spot to be hit by anyone.

 

[Tanalth]

Good thing Vree was female, or else she'd had never forgiven [member="Darth Ferus"] for such a tactic. She yelped and rolled over, clutching where he'd kneed her. A little moan of pain petered out from the corner of her mouth before she felt exhilarated again. She stood and tackled him before grabbing the broken hand and putting more pressure on it. While letting him suffer that pain she brought a hand back to his neck and held him at arm's length, stretching out his arm to add to the pain of a broken hand. She bared her teeth again and gave a low roar. Her face battered bruised and bleeding and yet on the corner of her mouth was a smirk. She enjoyed this too much to stop. ​

 

[Darth Ferus]

A similar broken and battered face grinned back, even as his hand was squeezed. The amazing amount of pain that coursed through his body was almost overwhelming, but the adrenaline from the fight kept him focused enough to know at least where he was. But the pain coursing through him had an unfortunate side effect. No matter how much the Sith wanted to keep Force Using out of the fight, the Darkside began to flow through him, an automated defense so to speak.

Once tan skin became stained pitch black, and golden eyes began to turn red. The grin from trying to push through pain turned far more sadistic, and the man who was once in control was now controlled by something far more primal. The Force coursed through his veins, pure in its corruption, giving strength well beyond that of even a Wookie to the Sith Lord. The free hand of Ferus came around again, once more aiming to slam into the kidney area of his quarry. There was no more holding back.