Location: The Library-Temple, Krayiss II.
Allies: [member="Tirdarius"] (The Sith Empire).
Enemies: [member="Darth Kentarch"] (The Dominion).
The dull thud that rang outwards from the looming structure of the Library-Temple resonated within the chest of the sprinting Iridonian, pulling him up short and halting his progression towards the Presences gathered within the ancient relic of a building. Stone buckled and dust rained down from the sides of the looming Library, falling just shy of Lykos as he stood only a short distance from the building. A steadily growing growl of anger and flaring rage emerging from the depths of his throat as the fierce heat of the few grasping fingers of flame that managed to escape the depths of the Library fought to exit out through the holes and wounds creating through the pressure wave formed within the explosion.
And, in Lykos' mind, the anger that now coiled at his feet and within his growl of anger was more than justified. The arrogant fool who had bent a knee to the decaying corpse that was the Dominion had just taken steps to destroy a relic of knowledge and history dating to before the void-age of the Four Hundred Year Darkness. Yes, his anger was more than justified in the Zabrak's eyes.
Never pausing in his run, even as more dust fell from the walls around him as he entered the grasp of the Library, Gvibr at his side, Lykos barked out an order that only the woman next to him could hear; the sound of his voice halted by the same cloak of the Force that ensured that none could hear their footfalls. It was an order made in desperation as much as it was made in anger. For, even as much as the Zabrak portrayed a feral, bestial mask to the world - wishing to convince them he was nothing more than a mindless beast at the whims of the Dark who had lucked into the title of Darth - at his core Lykos was something of a scholar. And, as such, the fact that someone who dare to commit such sacrilege as to, literally, burn tomes holding knowledge very few had laid eyes upon them was enough to make his hackles raise and for him to wish to see as much history saved as was possible. The fact that information had been denied to him - one of the reasons that he had chosen to come to Krayiss II - was another contributing factor that went towards his raised hackles.
"Gvibr, damage control immediately. Save as much as you can. As for anyone you may come across: erase them."
One of the most beneficial boons that Lykos had experienced after he had chosen to go ahead and bind his precious find on Queyta to him through more than an Apprentice Bond - instead choosing to fasten her soul and mind to his own with himself as the dominant being - was something that, at first glance, may have lead him to dismiss it out of hand had he not experienced the boon himself. Said boon was simple, words were no longer all that was required when he sought to direct his Apprentice carefully. Indeed, emotion and opinion would resonate along the bond, giving more meaning to a series of words that might only lead to confusion should Lykos address anyone other than someone he had the Bond with. In fact, words were often not even needed; his wants and desires and intent so perfectly and so securely transmitted to Gvibr that she very rarely needed verbal instruction on what he wanted her to do.
With little more than a nod, the woman peeled away from him, ducking out from under the cloak of the Force to speed towards where the outer reaches of the detonations were reaching out with fiery fingers with the intent to consume. Visible once more, audible to the surround world again, the only defense against detection that Gvibr continued to employ was the disguise of her Presence in the Force. However, even that would begin to flicker as she would reach out through the ethereal, wrapping her focus around the rushing flames that she sped towards - intent on reaching them before they could reach the precious tomes that still remained.
Conjuration of flame was something that Gvibr could preform, however, she much preferred to work with flame already birthed as, for her, the ability to control and manipulate fire was an ability much stronger than the conjuration of the flames themselves. And that preference was about to be put to the test as she continued to close in onto the flames; flames that were beginning to buckle and writhe, fighting to continue forth, as time seemed to slow within her perception. Her will fighting against the primal, innate desires of the fires, she fought to direct them elsewhere - back upon themselves or upwards or any direction but forwards - obeying her Lord's commands to defend the precious tomes of ancient knowledge, following her orders even as the one that had issued them sped off towards his target. After all, she had her objective and he had his own.
And, indeed, as Gvibr had split away from him, Lykos had continued deeper into the Library, flames licking at his cloak and seeking to reduce him to nothing more than ash through heat and pressure. However, the forces of the explosions did nothing to interrupt his progress as clawed hands and feet pulled him deeper into the depths of the Library Temple, instead, they battered themselves, uselessly, against the wall of the Force that had reinforced itself along the outer edges of the cloak, causing the forces that sought to eradicate Lykos flow around him instead.
On all fours, each limb pulling his weight along, Lykos continued on his path towards where he knew his foes and ally to be. The Beast crawling forth from the depths of his mind to purr at the thoughts of violence and rage that stirred an icy ocean within his hearts. For, as much as passion and rage and emotion may drive Lykos on, he never would permit it to transform into unrelenting flames at the risk of consuming himself as fuel. No, his rage was focused, cold and exact - a river of ice that sought to consume all that stood downstream of it, devour all that stood in his way. And, soon, whoever it was that had been foolish enough to dare desecrate a home of ancient wisdom and knowledge such as the Library would soon learn that lesson first hand. The Shadow sought blood and the Beast agreed.
