The Raid On Yinchorr[OS VS Republic]

[Vrag]

Location: Battle Arena
Allies: [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Darth Tuk'ata"]
Enemies: [member="Varus Shatterstar"] | [member="Jarin Eldaro"]
Engaging: [member="Seraphina Shel'tah"]​

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_RHySyiNW9w​

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Her body hit the ground, hard, Vonduun reeling and seething against her from the impact. A rib was probably cracked at the back, or maybe two, but the ligaments, much more numerous around the spinal column and around the scapula, would keep the injury from getting upset even more. Granted, any excessive movements would make it worse, but Vrag wasn't in the habit of employing surfeit in combat — or anywhere, really — being the sworn practitioner of Makashi that she was.

As she moved to get up a wide spray of bolts came hissing past the two of them, most of them missing while the rest were deflected by the pink Jedi. How courteous.

One of the shots glanced across her armor after being caught by the Jedi's blade, serving no other purpose than further enraging the already reeling Skerr Kyrric. Probably not a good idea when you were doomed to do battle in a wide open arena against someone covered head-to-toe in it, but nobody ever said that following a fanatical Code since birth instilled common sense in a person.

With a grunt and generous clenching of teeth, the Sith Lord drew herself to full height, the red mud trickling down the plates of the crab as she found her footing again. Some paces away, the other Jedi and the ewok were doing their thing — which was, apparently, a very fervent measuring contest — but the Hand of the Dark Lord had another ally in this ruin of a battlefield; the Hound.

Where the man was at the moment, Vrag wasn't entirely sure, for the woman was still getting her bearings after being knocked prone by the zealous twi'lek. It wasn't immediately obvious whether or not the Jedi had felt the sting of her armor at all, but the firrerreo had no time to ponder such details. The rain from before was quickly turning into a steady deluge, the storm above them rumbling with thunder even as lightning struck the ground time and time again.

At this rate it was getting hard to see, and she couldn't imagine how bad it was for those not wearing some sort of protective headgear to keep the steady downpour of water from their eyes. To avoid being blinded by the cold veil of rain, Vrag switched to thermal again, assessing her surroundings as she judged the distance between them. Wide measure, for her one-handed style. She had yet to see the way twi'lek did combat when she wasn't rushing headlong at armored opponents, and so she elected to circle the bright silhouette in her vision for the time being.

Remember that other ally? Tuk'ata might have been passive for most of the time, but the Hand could forgive him that transgression of sloth for the ample advantage the Sith in the corner of her eye afforded her with such a small gesture. Courtesy was on a rampage today, it seemed.

Anyway, as a duelist used to exploiting every little gap in an opponent's proverbial armor, Vrag didn't hesitate when the spray of mud filled the cold air between them, throwing her lightsaber forward in one smooth motion as the blade ignited with a hiss, spinning low and fast as it arced at the twi'lek's legs.