Post by Darth Kruor on May 19, 2013 18:11:33 GMT -8
Kruor had been confident in the hopes that his surprise attack would be... well, surprising. Perhaps it was the coordination lost with his previous injuries that tipped off his opponent - perhaps he was just predictable. In any case, Kruor was still hopeful, even as the mercenary closed the distance between the two combatants. The vibrosword flew through the air at an incredible speed, though not quite enough to catch up to the bounding bounty hunter. As the mercenary raised his baton for what would be a vicious feint, Kruor ducked, losing concentration on his mental grip of the vibrosword.
Luckily, as the mercenary rolled off to the side, Kruor had also been moving in anticipation for a deadly blow to the head. As the mercenary disappeared from site, the vibroblade found a new home firmly implanted in the dirt in front of the Kissai. Straightening his back, there was only a second to turn around and engage his opponent - since he didn't know where that opponent was, however, the Sith's timing was off. Before he had a chance to even reactivate his lightsaber, Kruor felt the familiar spike of pain that quickly shot through and enveloped his entire body.
The baton-turned-electrostaff had done its job well. Despite the Sith Lord's many years of being subjected to similar torture, never had he been tested so thoroughly. The baton had drove into the gash on the Kissai's lower back, making the pain from the shock unbearably intense. Shivering with electric pulses, the Sith Lord was driven to his knees. Letting his lightsaber hilt fall from his fingers as he fell, the Sith Lord let out a howl of pain and agony - the raw emotion was as palpable in the air as it was painted on Kruor's face.
Now all that was left was the finishing blow...
Luckily, as the mercenary rolled off to the side, Kruor had also been moving in anticipation for a deadly blow to the head. As the mercenary disappeared from site, the vibroblade found a new home firmly implanted in the dirt in front of the Kissai. Straightening his back, there was only a second to turn around and engage his opponent - since he didn't know where that opponent was, however, the Sith's timing was off. Before he had a chance to even reactivate his lightsaber, Kruor felt the familiar spike of pain that quickly shot through and enveloped his entire body.
The baton-turned-electrostaff had done its job well. Despite the Sith Lord's many years of being subjected to similar torture, never had he been tested so thoroughly. The baton had drove into the gash on the Kissai's lower back, making the pain from the shock unbearably intense. Shivering with electric pulses, the Sith Lord was driven to his knees. Letting his lightsaber hilt fall from his fingers as he fell, the Sith Lord let out a howl of pain and agony - the raw emotion was as palpable in the air as it was painted on Kruor's face.
Now all that was left was the finishing blow...
