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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 30, 2015 19:35:50 GMT -8
As the old man spoke, Nexus was replacing his armor pieces; he called each individual one, clasping it to its proper position, silent as a church mouse as the old man spoke. He held his tongue, out of respect. He knew the old man's wishes- and had been abiding by them for nearly a decade; though he understood the fact that most were hell bent on starting an empire. That was never his calling- there was one thing Nexus wanted, and one thing alone.
War.
War was what forged him, turning him from a boy to a man. War was what had made him the Dark Lord of Chaos, and one of the most notorious commanders in the galaxy. He took pleasure in what most called atrocities. That was all he wanted, and he knew that the old man could deliver. That was why he was here. Looking at the pyre for one final time, he summoned his helmet with the force, into his waiting hands. He fastened it around his head just as the girl walked into the courtyard. The only thing she would have seen of his body would have been his stark silver hair, before it disappeared behind the metal and bone of his helmet.
Once fastened, he turned to Skylar, just in time to catch his remark; he knew An Tiarna's reaction before it came, but wasn't fast enough to warn him. Instead, he looked to the new comer, with a combination of weariness and expectation. Why was she here? Who was she? He didn't know, and that was precisely why he didn't trust her. Not only was she a rogue element, but she was a woman and Nexus had reservations around the opposite sex; after all, the best assassins were always women. They were the killers that you least expected- but not Nexus. He was ready. He looked at the old man, then back at Mirian. He was silent, and still, but ready all the same.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 29, 2015 16:53:40 GMT -8
The Dark Lord's facial expression did not change as his blow connected with Skylar. He urged the staff to his waiting left hand, catching it with a snap. He looked to the man, who appeared a smuggler, yet was far more; as Skylar began to stalk forward, Nexus slammed the Wabbajack into the ground infront of him, bracing to attack again. Then the old man called off the fight- and to Nexus' surprise, Skylar stopped in his tracks. Nexus did not relax physically, until he was sure that the man had disengaged him entirely. He looked at An Tiarna, smirking as the other Arkanian made his remark- then caught the saber as it was thrown at him.
He looked at the blade in his hand, feeling the power that it held. It was strange, holding the blade of a legend- one who would never hold it again. It was even stranger, as Nexus knew the weapon well. He had fought by the token black blade in many battles. It's power called to him. He shielded his mind from probing into the weapon's bloody past; being part Kiffar, he held the gift of psychometry, albiet not as strong as a pure blood. He watched as Skylar saluted, then made his way to An Tiarna, Wabbajack in one hand, and the hilt of Inquitous' saber in the other.
"Aye. What's the plan."
He stopped a few feet short of the high king, looking over at where his armor was cast aside. He felt odd without it- now finally noticing the chill of the evening sky against his skin. He kept his ice blue eyes on the high king, waiting for his say.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 26, 2015 20:07:19 GMT -8
As the High King bellowed out in song, Nexus cursed himself for being so bold. Skylar was a veteran and war, and played him for a fool for rushing in. Fortunately for Nexus, he too was a veteran, and always had a contingency plan.
As Skylar side stepped him, Nexus did not feel the satisfying connection of his body-check; instead he felt the hollow embrace of empty space, and the grounds beckoning call, which grew all the louder, as the invisible hand of the force shoved him forward, throwing off his balance. At this point Nexus finally could open his eyes, just as he tumbled towards the ground, and acted on instinct. Things were blurry, but his mind had never left the Wabbajack, even with it out of his hands. That was his back up. It was on the ground, mere inches infront of Skylar- right where he dropped it. The smuggler didn't think to remove it from the field as a potential threat
He adapted- following plan B. He threw out his left elbow, twisting, mid-fall so that he would land on his back. As he twisted, his eyes were locked on the wabbajack, and his will asserted itself, without him moving his body. Suddenly, Wabbajack was imbued with his power, and leapt up, with the side near Adi's left (side facing away from Nexus), suddenly flipping, aiming to careen into left side of Skylar's face. Hopefully the mans focus on his assumed target (Nexus) would blind him to the sudden assault from the previously harmless weapon.
As this happened, Nexus crashed into the ground at Everis' feet, and without missing a beat, kicked his legs up into the air, and pushed off of the ground, to spring up, facing Adi, with an outstretched hand. If his attack connected, he would call for the staff, to fly into his outreached hand. If not, we would just have to see how things played out.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 25, 2015 0:42:23 GMT -8
Skylar was a smart one, to say the least. Most would have been roasted at that point, but the fallen prince's past experience saved him, and might have even given him an advantage. Arcs of darkside energy left Nexus' finger tips, but a quick reaction from the Arkanian had swatted his hands aside, misleading the lightning to empty air. Then came the punch, swift and heavy; Skylar didn't seem to relent.
But then again, neither did Nexus.
As Skylar knocked his hands aside, Nexus adapted; disengaging his attempt at force lightning in a manner of seconds, and shifting his body. Following the momentum of his arms, which were shoved aside, he twisted to the right, and began to crouch as Skylar pushed his hands aside. The Dark Lord found himself crouching, side-face to Skylar, and bolted forward, pushing off of his back leg, aiming to gouge his shoulder into the man's diaphragm, with the goal of knocking the wind out of him. As he did this, Skylar's punch skimmed the back corner of his head, jerking his head awkwardly; pain flared in Nexus' neck, but he turned the pain into anger, and the anger into fuel.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 24, 2015 11:06:25 GMT -8
A wry smile played across the lips of the Dark Lord as Skylar fell for his trap. Most opponents seemed to have a fetish for jumping on top of sticks, so Nexus often used a straight forward trained thrust, as a feint. As his opponent kicked his staff down, Nexus' hand snapped open, releasing wabbajack, allowing it to fall to the ground- all the while, he was syphoning the dark side around him, which he had been doing since the fight started.
There was so much grief and misery in the air, but there was also blood lust. The Warriors of the Iron Fist were back, and the soldiers lusted for battle. On top of all of these emotions, the Dark Lord also acted as a font for the pain. There was only one word that echoed in his mind.
Father.
And the force reacted to that; coupled with the unwavering power of the Dark Side that resided on this planet, Nexus was a beacon of the energy. He still could not see with his eyes, but the swirling grey aura of the forsworn jedi prince was brighter than ever as he allowed the force to flow through him. A bold target. Before Wabbajack had hit the ground, the Dark Lord lifted both hands up, aiming them towards Skylar, unleashing a torrent of the dark side, in the form of vicious arcs of lightning. Pain, grief, anger and hate all flowed through the finger tips of Nexus, aimed straight at Skylar's chest.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 23, 2015 19:05:02 GMT -8
The Dark Lord watched the fallen prince with hungry eyes. He had been itching for a fight for some time now, and the jedi turned smuggler had offered it to him. His grip on Wabbajack's mid section tightened- the force infused weapon throbbed with hunger. It was tradition for Nexus to spar with initiates to the forsworn with this weapon, so he was no stranger to it.
Then the unexpected happened- Skylar prodded him in the eyes, temporarily blinding him. Normally, this could prove detrimental to the Dark Lord, and yet in this instance, it actually helped him. With all of the raw emotion from the wake, Nexus fed on the dark side of the force, which was thriving here. Coupled with the sharp stabbing pain, Nexus allowed the dark side to flow through him, coursing in his veins like the hottest spice in the galaxy. He didn't need his eyes- the force saw for him.
Not a half second after the jab, Nexus rolled backwards, away from Skylar- giving him a moments respite. He felt Skylar charging for him, trying to get close enough to make the staff ineffective. The roll had sent Nexus back a few more feet, giving him extra space. Without missing a beat, he thrust the staff out in a firm one handed jab, aiming for Skylar's crotch area, after all it was clear that low blows were fair game in this fight.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 22, 2015 22:43:53 GMT -8
The music kicked on, and something was roused in the dark one. While he was not within earshot of Skylar, he noted his reaction to the High King's order.
Good. Funerals were too somber for Nexus, especially this one. He needed nothing more to make his move. He didn't speak- ego had left him many years ago. Instead, placing his helmet on the ground beside him, he reached up and detached his armor plates until he was left wearing nothing but his leather body suit, covered by his robes.
Free of his armor, Nexus walked towards An Tiarna and Skylar. He unsheathed the colossal blade that was 'Reaver'- planting it into the ground firmly, then unfastened his utility belt, allowing his sabers, and other weapons to fall to the ground. IF soldiers secured Nexus' articles, taking them into the Mortus. The unarmored Dark Lord looked up at Skylar's cat, then back at the man. He watched him in silence for a few seconds, with his ice cold gaze.
After a few moments, he approached An Tiarna and Skylar, reaching out with his left hand; the juke box suddenly stopped singing and started screaming as the metal groaned in protest, being crushed by the force of Nexus' will. A clump of metal and glass fell to the floor, yet Nexus' hand remained outreached. Some knew what it meant, but he spoke all the same.
"Bring me the Wabbajack!"
Not three seconds later, a fierce metal staff, as tall as him, shaped in the form of a pillar of screaming faces, found its way into Nexus' waiting hand. The staff was made of a metal with a malicious glow. Nexus looked at it for a moment before slamming the butt against the ground. The challenge was accepted. His eyes were on Skylar.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 22, 2015 9:56:04 GMT -8
Well, maybe I will just blow YOUR stuff up in that case ;)
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 22, 2015 9:53:02 GMT -8
The fire never came close to dying during the ceremony; the abundance of alcohol and kindling ensured that. An Tiarna stood near the fire, mourning the loss of his right hand. Nexus, on the other hand, stood well away from the pyre, and the soldiers. He had emerged from the Mortus when they started building the pyre, and made no move to greet An Tiarna as he returned with the ashes of the felled Iniquitous- or perhaps, Dace Concordia. As the high king began the ceremony, Nexus reached up for his helmet. Placing his finger on the biometric scanner, the helmet let out a hiss as its vacuum seal broke.
The helmet, which originally seemed to be one piece, began to shift; the section that covered the dark lord's mouth and nose lowered, while the cheek and jaw sections popped out and slid aside, revealing the gruff, unshaven chin and jaw of the War Lord. He reached up, pulling the top of the helmet off of his head to reveal his full face. His eyes were a cold, pale blue, while his hair was an even colder shade of silver. He was not easy on the eyes, with a strong brow and jaw along broad chin, covered in stubble. Once clear of his head, the helm reassembled into its ominous visage.
He made no move towards the pyre, instead, he watched from the side lines. He had not yet come to terms with Iniquitous' death. There was much that was left unsaid between the two. The most ironic of which was that Iniquitous was once ordered by the Old Man to kill Nexus for high treason many years ago. It felt like a life time ago. Since then, they had brought planets and species to their knees, yet towards the end, they grew apart- Iniquitous had joined the Jedi and Nexus disappeared, venturing in the uncharted regions of space, only to return for war, and on this occasion, the death of someone close.
As the ceremony went on, Nexus waved off attendants and soldiers- he was not in a speaking mood. Then, suddenly, Nexus felt a presence that he had not felt for many ages. He did not know him as well as others, yet he knew him all the same. When the man emerged from the Mortus, he looked different than Nexus remembered. The Dark Lord watched on as he approached An Tiarna, and then the pyre. He watched as Skylar returned to An Tiarna, handing him the lightsabers. A part of him wanted to interrupt, but he knew his place, and watched on in silence.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 18, 2015 14:58:10 GMT -8
Explosions? I had no idea people responded to this board. Is anyone still interested in causing some good old mayhem? If so, be sure to shoot me a PM. Please and thank you.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 13, 2015 16:15:53 GMT -8
The Dark One watched as An Tiarna wandered off, shrugging at the man, then looked to the shade.
"Keep up if you like..." then looking at the Togorians, he spoke out in a booming voice, the very same booming voice that rallied soldiers and struck fear in the heart of the enemy. "It seems that our old haunt has new owners. Clearly they seemed to mistake our absence as a vacancy. Let's remind them why the galaxy builds empires..."
He looked towards the derelict remains of the Mortus, the tatters of empires felled and kings slain still adorned the exterior, yet on the inside, Nexus could detect life. Unwanted vagrants. He didn't know, nor care who they were. If they were worth living, they would know to stay well away. The dark lord reached up, grabbing the drexl leather hilt of Reaver, pulling the mighty blade free from its harness- the kiss of steel on steel was all but silent as the well oiled blade slid free. The Dark looked back at his troops.
"It's to clear the ashes and destruction that the Warriors of the Iron Fist have left in their wake!"
And with that, the Dark Lord and the Togorians rushed the building, without warning or fear, unleashing with them a bloody path of death and carnage. The slaughter was righteous and quick. After not even ten minutes of fighting, the last of the vagrants, some lowly mercenary band, was executed. Nexus gave his colossal blade a flick, clearing the last of the blood from it, before re-sheathing it.
"Now, lets clean this mess before An Tiarna returns from his trip to the bathroom..."
Nexus assigned the guards to do a perimeter sweep, while he called in a small custodial crew to rid the area of the corpses and wreckage. As they did so, he tended to the bar himself, brushing off a thick layer of dust to reveal the ancient furniture. He procured a bottle of Paddy for the old man, and a bottle of ages Kashyyyk fire whiskey for himself. As he lifted the slightly chipped glass to his lips, he glanced around the room, seeing through the custodians and guards. Phantoms of memories lingered here- this was a place of power. He looked to see where the shade, who had gone un-introduced yet not unknown, had ended up.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 11, 2015 22:20:12 GMT -8
In step with the high king, the collossal figure that was the Lord of Chaos, Nexus, made his way to that same structure. He felt his bones tingling in anticipation; for so long, he had slept, and now he was alive and awake...and itching for a fight. Ahead of them stood the Mortus, place of ancient legend and home to both men and myth. Nexus looked to An Tiarna, then to the mysterious figure in their company, and finally back at the mortus.
As he walked, his cloak slowly slipped off, revealing armor that was the size of most player's egos, and a blade to match, as Reaver was slung over his shoulder. The ancient, bloodied blade was hungry, and Nexus was hoping to whet it's palate.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 11, 2015 8:49:36 GMT -8
Armor rustled beneath thick robes, as the Dark Lord turned his head to the new comer. Darkness incarnate, oddly familial, and not hostile. Interesting. Nexus turned his eyes back onto the larger High King of Manaan.
"An Tiarna...I thought you would never ask. How long has it been?"
He looked back at the shade, touched by darkness. He gave him a light nod.
"It has been some time...what happened to your hair?"
A slight jab. The Dark Lord was nearly positive of who the mysterious figure was. His name might be different, but his presence was not. And as they shared the same 'noble' Arkanian blood, which came with a trademark gene, Nexus hoped that the shade would understand the reference and verify, or deny his past identity. As he said this, he made his way towards the fortress, where their old haunt still stood.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 9, 2015 10:20:48 GMT -8
Ahto City Public Spaceport was bustling with activity- traders packed and unpacked their goods while foremen hustled through, ensuring smooth traffic and order was maintained. One such foreman, a young Selkath by the name of Rhu'lkar, had been rather overwhelmed by the chaos. The older foremen were accustomed to such chaos and felt invigorated by it, where as Rhu'lkar, who became a foreman years after the Warriors of the Iron Fist took their hiatus, was caught off guard. This was why when an undocumented Lambada class Shuttle, which was pinged from an unidentified capital-class military vessel, landed without prior announcement in the public bay, the occupants were greeted by a squad of security guards and one very infuriated Rhu'lkar.
As the shuttles hydraulic capacitors ejected compressed gasses. and the primary walkway opened and touched the ground, the Selkath reached for his blaster. Heavy, evenly paced footsteps echoed from within the ship- slow but steady. The boots were what the selkath saw first. Metal, military grade and huge, just like the man who wore them. He descended, clad in a heavy black cloak, and a massive helmet wrought from bone and metal. He looked like some sort of monster from a children's story. He did not halt, nor even seem to notice the security party. He approached, slow, steady and determined. Rhu'lkar stammered out of shock and stepped forward placing himself before the looming individual, who stopped in his tracks. The figure brought those lifeless meshed eyes of his helmet upon the Selkath, and suddenly Rhu'lkar felt a nauseating sensation come over him. Bile filled his throat and fear filled his heart. He suddenly had a nigh-undeniable urge to run for the hills, and yet duty held him there. He managed to stammer out a few sloppy syllables that some might call a word.
"H-hhhh-hhhalllth"
He held a shaky hand, wielding a blaster pistol, aimed towards the figures chest, though it shook so violently that he would undoubtably miss any shot that it took.
"Ahhhhtttthhooo cc-cc-ccc-ity.....ss-sss-ssssec...."
Suddenly a steadier hand clasped his by the wrist, slowly lowering it. It was the hand of a human, old and wizened- the port master, Brutus. He looked at Rhu'lkar, with calm, warm, blue eyes.
"Easy boy, this man is no threat. He is with the IF." Brutus looked up at the figure. "Pardon Rhu'lkar, my lord. He is ignorant to the High King and his warriors. Welcome home."
It was all Brutus could do to not grin from ear to ear. He, like the older foremen, had missed the Warriors of the Iron Fist. The tall figure looked at Brutus, giving him a nod before continuing past the Selkath and the now 'at ease' security force. He made his way towards the one place he knew he would find his commanding 'officer'. As he made his way through the streets of the city, some glanced, some whispered, and some even averted their gaze. The Battle Chieftain, Lord Nexus, was back on Manaan- and that bode only one thing.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 9, 2015 9:55:20 GMT -8
For years, Manaan slept through the chaos that rippled through the galaxy- a cosmic irony when one knew the history of this malicious sapphire world. And suddenly, the slumber was over- woken by some drunken celt giant, returning home. The IF was back, and its lord and founder with it.
Such a dramatic turn of events was not to go unnoticed. And it didn't. As An Tiarna's ship landed, and his men returned home, another entity entered the abyss above the oceanic planet. A matte black hull ripped through the fabric of time and space, looming over the planet. It was a relic to the average eye- an old Leviathan-class Battle Cruiser, dating back to the time of Revan- yet there was more to the ship than what meets the eye.
From the bridge of 'Grimm's Wake', a behemoth of a man stood, looking over Manaan from the primary viewport. War, death, chaos; Manaan was the root of so many of these- it was no wonder the man thought of it as home. His crew watched silently, awaiting an order. Usually they would be bombarding or invading by this point, but the turbolasers were silent and troops were unarmed and in the barracks. Instead, the figure turned sharply and marched towards the primary turbolift, making his way to the ship's hangar bay, to board a shuttle and head for the surface to rejoin an old friend and even older enemy.
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Post by Lord Nexus on May 8, 2015 17:44:13 GMT -8
Mirial was always an enigma in the galaxy; the arid planet, filled with sand a chill that attached itself to the very bones of those who walked its surface, was the birth place of several noteworthy jedi, and yet, this was not the reason for the events that were about to take place. Mirial, unbeknownst to many, was of the dark side. An unspoken history of multiple alliances with the Sith and its kin were not mere coincidence.
It was on this hallowed eve, that a precious few would learn of the truth behind the enigmatic nature of this frigid desert world. It was on this hallowed eve, that the Dark Side would once again return to the planet, and the planet would once again answer to its beck and call. But this answer did not come in the form of military or diplomatic support; instead, this answer came in a sudden gust of wind, which disrupted the serene surface of an otherwise unassuming sand dune.
The gust of wind would go unnoticed by the world, by the galaxy, even- yet what came to follow would be remembered for millenia to come. Strong and sudden, the gust came, and the dune split, as though cleaved by a trained, colossal hand. What was left in the wake of the gust was a collossal entrance to a seemingly ancient and forgotten temple, which had fallen victim to weather and silence. Suddenly, jutting out of the previously prestine white dune stood the smooth black portal, wrought of some mysterious metal that didn't lose any of its shine through the unknown amount of years that it was buried.
Then, as quickly as the gust had changed everything, it was gone, and silence permieated through the desert once more. For a few moments, it seemed that this event, which was the harbinger of the chaos that would soon follow, was naught but mere coincidence. That was when the sound came that shattered any pretention of the situation resulting in anything less that catastrophony and chaos.
It started silently- a low thrum that caused all of the sand at the base of the mysterious wall of shining black to shift aside, making way for some unknown force. Then it grew louder, and the crackle of electricity became audible, soon to be followed by the sight of small arcs of red energy dancing across the surface of the sand. The black wall suddenly began to pulsate, throbbing with malicious intent as the trumming and crackling grew louder. Soon the sounds and light reached an overwhelming climax that fell upon the ears of the desert- throbbing replaced with a loud roar, arcs of energy replaced by a pool of blood red light. And then there was silence once more. The desert had returned back to normal- sounds and lights gone from existence, leaving no indication of their orchestral performance. The silence hung indefinitely, with no ears to hear it. Then the wall of glossy black split, allowing a sea of white light to spill onto the desert sand, only to be broken by shadows and foot steps.
At long last, he had returned.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 30, 2014 15:59:41 GMT -8
It would be more fun with other people involved. Ideally an open minded force user, or a dark sider. This is in conjunction with me consolidating power into a new faction. If you are interested, let me know. Cheers.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 29, 2014 19:46:06 GMT -8
The fight went on. Nexus was no longer laughing, but instead, focusing on his target. Blinded by Panno's attack, Nexus did not look upon a Dressellian, but instead at a wavering white silhouette. The force saw for him. And it saw more than mortal eyes ever could. The Imperial Knight's aura was ever changing- at first, it was red hot with blood lust, and now it had become the more sporadic nature of panic, as the situation dawned upon him. Due to the beskar nature of crush gaunts, Nexus' crush required some concentration. So much so that it wasn't until the tingling sense of danger crawled up his spine that he pulled his mind away from Panno's hand.
Luckily the use of one hand on the blade, versus two, made the attack easier for the Dark Lord to defend. Without the use of his eyes, Nexus heard the whistle of the blade cleaving its way towards him. Nexus was no stranger to darkness- constant training coupled with the gift of the force and the active force Nexus beneath him allowed his motions to be fluid and precise.
In a swift motion, Nexus threw his armored right forearm into the path of the blade. Nexus could nearly taste the weapons hunger, raw and untamed, it was clear that the force nexus was tainting it... Corrupting it. It felt warm against the cold embrace of his armor.
The blade and gauntlet met in a sharp screech and a shower of sparks that Nexus could not see. There was no scream of agony, nor did the arm give way. Instead, Panno would feel resistance against his sword- from a gauntlet that appeared mostly unscathed. Beskar, one of the last remnants of a life long past, when he went by the name of Fett instead of Concordia.
Nexus didn't miss a beat, as he pushed against the blade with a rough shove, aiming to distract Panno, while his saber- which was still ignited in his left hand- suddenly darted forward in a lancing stab, aimed towards Panno's lower, right abdominal area.
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 27, 2014 12:40:50 GMT -8
The blood red beam cleaved through the air, depriving Nexus of the sickening satisfaction of a scream and the smell of burned flesh. He did indeed intend on following the strike with a flourish with the second blade, yet Panno had finally learned to think ahead, and evaded the blade as well. The Dark Lord brought his blades back to an attacking position when the Imperial Knight did something unorthodox. Nexus had expected a retort by his silver bladed adversary, but instead was greeted by a sharp pain as Panno's acute strike with telekinesis met its mark.
The roar that left the lips of the Dark Lord was far from human- guteral and primitive, it sounded more akin to the roar of a beast. He staggered back, not making a move for his eyes; Instead, his roar became an even more sinister laughter. He felt empowered by the agony, and harnessed it. He did not need his eyes to see- he could feel Panno. The knight was radiating a blood lust that was common when men with weapons gained the upper hand. He focused on that sensation, harnessing his pain and turning it into passion- into power. The sith code had strength in its truth.
Reaching out with his right hand, Nexus' mind focused on the hand which wielded the imperial blade. He reached out with an open palm, before squeezing it into a tight fist- urging the force to contract around the armored hand of Panno with a pain fueled force crush. The Dark Lord sought to main this man, taking from him that which he held dear; his weapon and the hand that wielded it. All the while, he was laughing
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Post by Lord Nexus on Dec 23, 2014 16:47:10 GMT -8
Nexus felt the tingle on the back of his neck, and the singing kiss of a lightsaber, flooding him with pain, as the blade grazed his ribs before the push separated the blade from its mark. The pain was by no means the wosrst that Nexus had felt. His nostrils flared to the scent of burned flesh, and the darkside flooded his person- drawn to the pain. He used the pain, as any sith would. It fueled the fire.
It was at this point that our Imperial night began to realize the severity of the situation. He didn't talk anymore, but instead, charged. Nexus was tempted to smile, but the heat of battle honed his mind in on the fight, rather than the sentimentality of it. Using the pain as his fuel, Nexus narrowed his eyes, focusing on the Knight.
One second went by, and the breathe had just began to leave his lips- Panno regained his balance and started his charge. Rather than trying to dodge or evade the charging imperial, both blades of his double bladed saber snapped to life. Nexus stood his ground, facing Panno head on with his double bladed saber held in a diagonal guard, protecting him from his left knee to his right shoulder. Two seconds went by, and Nexus slid his right leg back, favoring his left for balance. Three seconds, they were upon each other.
Panno's strike, whether a feint or not, was met not with defense or evasion, but with attack. Nexus swung the top blade, which was guarding his right shoulder, in a sweeping diagonal arc from right to left, aiming its cleaving blade over Panno's lowered blade, towards his midsection. Would the imperial press the attack, or fall to defense, or better yet, improvise and surprise the dark lord.
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