Jedi Library,
Strike Team
He made haste following the strike team that was heading towards the soon to be reclaimed jedi ruins. Yes for sure they would succeed in their objective, there was no room to fail and thus the question of failing or even the opportunity was blanketed out of his mind. Instead he was focused, on the task at hand and that task was to make it to the ruins as quickly as possible. Ducking and weaving through trees and rocks alike Florin surely would make his way to there eventually... Yet through the mist of battle, the screams of both sides dying from blasters and lightsabres alike Florin could not help but think that this shouldn't of happened. Yes there was good and evil and the evil must be smited like the heathens they were, Flo could not help but feel a bit of remorse as to not kill. In fact up until this point he was only disarming enemies much to the disgust of some of the other soldiers yet this little boy could not kill. There was this one man in particular that gave him hope, he rushed off to save a fellow padawan in the midst of chaos.
Upon finding himself surrounded by some sort of sith monster race, he gulped thoughts of finally having to put his metal to the test raced through him. It was as if he was another person entirely and the innocent boy who wanted no bloodshed just moments ago, snapped, in such a way that changed his personality. His skin grew cold as he grabbed his lightsabre once more, igniting the beautiful silver blade he swung it to declare dominance and authority. Dirt and sweet leaked down his cheeks, not to mention the tears he shed seeing his comrades die, yet it was no time for a weak cry baby, no it was time for a man to take control and Florin would do his best to fill such a large hole. He saw Daella make her move, performing an astonish display of lightsabre forms and acrobatics, Flo had to stop himself being astonished from the sheer skill and athleticism she displayed.
Although Florin was not as skilled with the blade as he was with the command of the force, he would not falter upon facing the enemy. They fired. The sound of blasters filled the air. Simple. Deflections. He then made his move, running forward with the silver blade barely dragging it along the ground he jumped high in the air, using the force to augment his body briefly. The pinnacle of his jump was meet with a curved blade and he sailed down, rather fast sweeping his arms down in a crescent motion. His face focused and calm, he was in that place between rage and serenity. Yet he still did not strike to kill no this beautiful display of acrobatics was not in vain, upon landing the force of the swing meeting the ground caused a cloud of dust and rock to crumble beneath him and spit up. Just like he was taught by his Master, Florin would use basic telekinesis to control the field of small rocks which would now be small projectiles. He focused and then sent them flying using the force to in essence flick them as one would flick a paper ball. The cloud of rubble and rock had that much force it knocked the monstrous sith guards back off their feet, disarming them. Although Florin knew they would come to fight back he would not be the one to finish them...He wasn't like that. He put his blade away.
Daella examined him and a fragile smile was meet to her gaze, simple words... "I'm fine for now Master.."
He had called her master simply due to the fact she was much more experienced than him, He was given orders to run to the ruins that were now ahead; the sky above started to be covered in smoke and when such heavy smoke rose to the clouds rain was imminent. Florin made haste, he would not disobey her, fighting through the various foot soldiers as he approached the library something unexpected had happened. A distortion in his mind of some sort, as the feelings of guilt, rage, and sorrow filled his hallowed body briefly. He ceased all movement clasping his head briefly and wallowing in the pain. He knew what this was, he had read about it and yet even the teachings to stop it couldn't help him at this point. "This power...Is strong. Must stop. Think. Breath. Calm."
He begun to lose breath, he was unable to control it clutching at it he would but bellow in the pain of someone forcefully implanting thoughts in his mind. He would not give up, fighting for control of his own mind the more he bellowed the more he resisted and the stronger the gripe of this force power was. I can do it, I must do it. This is my destiny....He screamed not out allowed however it would be enough currently to break the chains that started to shackle him...For now he was free from whoever was casting such a sick and demonic version of Battle Meditation and yet through the mist of hysteria and chaos a powerful aura emitted from the young Florin even unknowingly to him, this confidence was growing rapidly as if the more he fought the stronger he became.
@[member="Daella Apparine"] + Other people within the strike team.