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Post by Corr on Jun 14, 2013 10:08:03 GMT -8
Geonosis: Private Hangar
 You find yourselves inside of the legendary Dooku's Hanger, the site of the battle between Separatist Count Dooku and a trio of Jedi, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-wan Kenobi, and Yoda. High ceilings give and airy feel to the cave and gas release tubes run along all of the walls, letting out the natural gas of the planet in small measures. Two doors are on either side of the chamber, one leading to a maintenance room and corridor, the other leading to a fuel storage room. Currently there is not a ship in the hangar.
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Post by Bloodshot on Jun 20, 2013 11:47:12 GMT -8
Weapons:
Collapsible electrostaff
Vibrosword with ionite edge
SH-9 Slugthrower pistols [2, extended 15-round magazines, silencers attached]
Combat knives [4]
The mercenary moved in absolute silence as he pulled himself up onto the narrow outcropping provided by the arch supporting the main entryway into the hanger. His body was clad only in a form-fitting black body glove along with his mask (the orange half of which had been tinted black), rather than the full suit of armor he could normally be found wearing, and while he could certainly move quietly on his own, he owed his truly silent motion to the shadowsilk fibers that made up the outer layer of his body glove. Beneath that layer he had only his shell spider silk body glove for protection, though if all went according to plan he would not need the armor. His intel told him that this was where his target would be coming, and so he had opted for a stealth approach that could take full advantage of the perpetual shadows in the hangar. The ones surrounding the catwalks had been particularly appealing, so he had opted for the perch above the main entrance instead. The catwalks would be the first place an assassin would be expected, while above the door might not even occur to the target. After all, the protrusion was only a few inches wide.
Drawing his right hand pistol, its finish black and dull to blend with the shadows and prevent glare, he settled in to wait, his signature in the force blending as well with the ambient energy of the room as his shadowsilk body glove did with the darkness.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2013 13:28:37 GMT -8
*Paced and even my booted footfalls reverberated around the inside of the cave, the echo of my booted feet sounding out bouncing off the walls.
The force drawn through me and around me, my source, my guide, my vision, something was afoot but I knew not what. My senses honed detected only a sense of unease, a reminder to tread carefully and be alert, I had been drawn to the hangar but I knew not why.
I did not always understand the force, but I always listened and followed, it had never faltered or failed me, for certain the path ahead may not be straight, the patterns of the force ever shifting as they were, were hard to decipher and did not always translate in the manner as believed.
My path had not been a straight line, the journey had been fraught, but it was the journey, my path way through time that had made me what I was. I was Jedi.
I stopped in the mouth of the main entrance and shifted my gaze about, my eyes flicked from the stone ground to the hissing pipes upon the wall. I picked out the feint metal glint of the catwalk; alas neither my eyes or my senses could pierce the shadows, could pierce the veil of deception that lay like a putrid mist marring my usually keen and clear senses.
Yet marred they were and what was more something blurred and twisted the force and this made me wary and thus I prepared as best I could.
I disrobed shedding my cloak, in a river of falling cloth it fell to the sandy rocky ground. My calloused right hand entwined around the first of my tarnished lightsaber hilts and I drew its familiar cool presence into the welcome embrace of my right hand.
With a single well practiced motion performed without a second thought and two and half metres of the cavernous hangar before me became swathed in an icy blue light as my weapon hummed to life.
I advanced holding my weapon before me, diagonal across my chest about a fist and a half away from my ribs, the force filled me, flowed through me and I became empty, focussed and above all stoical.*
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Post by Bloodshot on Jun 20, 2013 17:31:49 GMT -8
A jedi. So my intel was right about that as well. Excellent. He had always preferred the jedi targets. Their abilities tended to err on the side of defense, things that bolstered the being's own capabilities or provided shields or heightened senses to warn of attack. Very rarely did they develop strongly offensive abilities, and even when they did they were not abilities that stood up to the sith and their lightning. He hated that lightning. Though to be honest, he preferred force users of any kind to those that had no talent for it. Oh, he'd take a contract on a non-force, but they never provided the same challenge that a force user did.
Best get this over with. The umbaran's uncovered left eye could make out the jedi clearly even in the dim lighting below, and the HUD covering his left told of the second lightsaber still held on the man's belt. A cautious man then. Holding a second weapon in reserve to surprise an opponent when needed. Good, the clever ones are always so much more fun. I might almost be disappointed if this works... Raising the pistol in his right hand, he centered it on the back of the man's head and waited until he was three paces into the room before he squeezed the trigger, then waited a heartbeat to allow for motion and corrected his aim and fired again, this time at the man's center of mass. A third shot followed another heartbeat later, once again corrected for motion and aimed at his center of mass.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2013 15:27:30 GMT -8
*To the left and right in both walls were small rectangular openings, presumably doors that led on to smaller access corridors I reckoned that the door on my right was about two hundred and fifty meters away.
I took two paces and stopped the hairs upon the back of my neck prickled and that familiar sense of danger raised the alarm.
Years of practice, years of skill, I had faced the unorthodox and in the face of unknown adversary one thing alone had proven to be dependable. I fell into the embrace of the force it alone would guide my actions.
In an echoing hangar devoid of any activity save the gentle seeping of gasses the subtle click of a mechanical weapon as it was cocked would not be missed, especially if the proximity were close.*Upon the third step and upon hearing a distinctive click I dropped to the floor my right forward knee bending as I dropped into a prone position.
Locate the shooter; somewhere behind me, maybe a little to my right. I could not be certain, however the shots fired were every bit real, the first whizzing overhead falling into the darkness, no sounds, no tell-tale zing of classic blaster fire; projectile then.
I felt its energy, called it to arms as it fuelled my movements. Time around me seemed to slow in a surreal fashion as I darted backwards toward the door and then I curled the force around the hilt of my weapon and launched it upward toward the hanging above the entrance. In truth it was a guestimate. A shot had been fired and I felt it had come from behind me, not knowing precisely from where I telekinetically threw my weapon in hope more than judgement toward where I believed the shot had emanated from.
At least for the moment I believed I was out of harms way now beneath the out crop whereby should someone be someplace above the doorway they would not be able to hit me without moving.
Hopefully I would have to time to re-assess the situation and presuming all went as planned my weapon would snap back into my hand unhindered.*
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Post by Bloodshot on Jun 21, 2013 16:00:57 GMT -8
The lightsaber buried itself in the wall next to his head as the man disappeared with inhuman speed, removing the chance for a second or third shot. Offensive type then. His use of speed to withdraw and regroup while simultaneously launching a haphazard attack told the mercenary a great deal about his opponent. Had he been defensively minded, a barrier of the force would have been the more likely option, but instead he opted for an attack, even when unsure of his target. It was a foolish gamble, especially since he had separated himself from his weapon, and the umbaran would capitalize on it as much as he could.
To that end, his empty left hand came up to grasp the hilt of the light-weapon and he felt the tug of the other man's telekinesis as his fingers closed. Don't mind if I do. The pull was as much of an invitation as he'd ever get, and rather than fight it to remain where he was, he pushed off into a front-flip and pivoted his body in midair, dropping to land four meters away from the man and now facing him in a crouch. The left side of his helmet shifted, the color changing finish returning to its usual dull orange now that he was no longer hidden in shadow, and he raised his pistol to his opponent's center mass once more, the lightsaber still blazing in his left hand. There was the faint click of the hammer cocking three more times, each individually aimed shot streaking silently toward the jedi in front of him. He knew the folly of firing rapid bursts against a force user, and each of his own shots would be corrected for motion after the one that preceded it.
Even now though, the shadows seemed to cling to his body as if they were loathe to part from him, masking his clearly humanoid form in darkness despite the brighter illumination in front of the entrance. The only clearly visible aspect of him was his two-sided mask, the right half black and eyeless and the left a dull orange with a deep set violet eye that seemed at once entirely focused and yet far too joyful considering the task at hand.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2013 14:41:03 GMT -8
*The first thing I felt was an opposite force to the one I was mentally applying and I smiled, to pull upon the weapon as planned would have been fine had the weapon not been resisted, somehow I doubted the resistance was an obstruction that was inorganic.
In my mind I had planned to use the weapon as a beacon had my opponent not shown 'itself' for the crystal was attune to my signature and I could get a vague sense of its presence, it would've been a darn sight more accurate than throwing near random chance shots in the dark based upon gut instinct, intuition and guidance from the force.
Regardless upon feeling the resistance on the other end I ended the struggle yet keeping my mind focused on the blade as a whisper of a shadow descended almost catlike from a height some twenty feet above.
A re-application of my mind, twisting not upon the hilt but the bottom portion of it thus activating the dual phase application of my weapon causing the blade to shoot from 1 meter to two meters in length. My belief was that the blade should achieve this simple effect before he hit the floor, or as he hit the floor at the very latest, for it should only take a second.
I had no need to keep a telekinetic hold upon the weapon just twist the base, then my left hand would drop and draw my second weapon forth. At by which point I would be inclined to surge; to move upon him maybe even re-applying the force again; decidedly risky to say the least upon my mind, which at the culmination of this would need some rest.
Assuming of course the sudden and rather rapid growth served as the unwanted distraction and possible injury upon my foe; depending upon how he held the hilt as he fell would naturally define my next action, for nothing was certain within the ebb and flow and ever changing nature of battle.
What ever need be the force lay at hand to be directed if need be, action and reaction, this was the way.*
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Post by Bloodshot on Jun 23, 2013 15:45:12 GMT -8
Rule number one of unfamiliar weapons: NEVER point them toward your own body. And this is exactly why. Had he been foolish enough to disregard that rule, the extension of the blade might have indeed caught him truly off-guard and done some damage, but as it was the only effect it had was to increase the gyroscopic pull of the weapon and throw his balance far enough off that his planned attacks were delayed.
With the surprise factor of the dual phase blade now lost, the Umbaran's mind automatically increased the effective threat range of the jedi's other weapon by a facter of two. Should have held that one back until you were sure it could help. Too late now though. Holding the lightsaber out to his left side pointing away from him, he raised his pistol as planned and fired two shots at the other man's center of mass as he charged forward, then swept the blade of the lightsaber in front of him, aiming to sever the man's legs at the knees once he was within range.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2013 7:07:41 GMT -8
*Delay was all I required and seconds were precious, momentarily he was taken off balance and the use of my second weapons dual phase ability had done at the minimum what I expected and it was all I needed, four metres was a minimal distance for me to cross.
Fueled once again by the strength of the force, synapses fired quicker, muscles were driven to a frenzy, lungs and heart supported as I sped toward him, once more time slowed, a sudden electric burst of speed was all I needed and once in range; that being half a metre away from 'it' and a to his right I turned my left wrist clockwise in a swift downward stroke to sever the weapon in two.
Left leg had finished forward my blade would wind up with the tip pointing across my body to my right facing diagonally downward at a forty five degree angle.*
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Post by Bloodshot on Jun 24, 2013 9:12:52 GMT -8
The single shot the mercenary was able to fire zipped harmlessly past his opponent's right side, and the extended lightsaber in his left hand began its journey early as the man drew on the force and rushed forward. He really does love all this zipping around. He could feel the force growing around him, waiting to feed and fuel him with the ambient power the jedi drew to this place. He was sorely tempted to draw on that power, but held himself back. I'd hate to make the same mistake the jedi did. Then again, waiting too long is a mistake unto itself.
Dropping the now-useless pistol as the man's lightsaber sheared through the metal, the mercenary leaned slightly right and used his left foot for leverage as he placed both hands on the hilt of the lightsaber in his left hand and continued swinging it toward his opponent's knees, hard enough to easily drive through the one-handed block that was now in place. The natural strength and speed he possessed due both to his unique connection to the force as well as his physique and stature, while not superhuman, would still be more than enough to accomplish his purposes.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2013 14:22:26 GMT -8
*White hot molten metal fell to the floor, the remnants of his pistol, yet I did not have time to draw breath and mentally I was quite fatigued from drawing rapidly and in succession upon the force, it had lent me its strength but in return it would take some time for my mind to be able to draw focus again without finding it much more taxing.
Danger was ever present, my senses alerted me to it as much, but I didn't need any force honed sense to notice a two meter long weapon being swung around toward my right and in hard and low at my knees, I used my forward left foot as a pivot point spinning one hundred and eighty degrees around so my weapon hand would now be closest to his right flank. During the movement I brought my right hand onto the hilt and when finished the weapon would still point diagonally toward the floor only it would be away from my hip line, the hilt itself now central with my central line.
It was a fluid singular move and by spinning I would meet his blade as it reached it movement potential, since he had swung it across his body and not turned his hips the kinetic energy would not be what it had, had I remained stationary.
Our blades clattered together; so he was skilled in the force, this was now clear, he could handle a lightsaber with sufficient skill and had dropped from the catwalk twenty feet as easily as most would step out of a door. For some reason he had been blessed either with the unusual trait to bend the force, or even scarier was that it was not so much a force learned skill but an innate feature of his species.
Sparks flew and the moment our blades met I moved for the length of his blade meant very little when I was but half a metre away to his right facing the opposite way.
I swiftly swung my weapon causing it to maintain contact with his in case he moved to maneuver. I twisted my hips to my left to cut in at his right hip.*
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Post by Bloodshot on Jun 24, 2013 15:58:30 GMT -8
The mercenary pushed harder against the blade of his opponent, using the pressure to shift his weight to his left and dive-roll away from the man, narrowly avoiding the slice at his hip. Too close. Though current appearances may suggest otherwise, the truth of the matter was that the lightsaber was a clumsy weapon at best in the hands of the Umbaran. Had the maneuvers performed thus far required any amount of finesse rather than brute force, he had no doubt he would have been bisected more than once. He needed to free his hands to use his own weapons, but he would not return the lightsaber to its owner if there was another option. As it happens, there was.
As he completed the roll and turned to face the jedi, he reached his right hand to the hilt of the vibrosword on his back and pulled it free as he stood. Rising to his full height, he held the lightsaber horizontally in front of him, the blade blazing off to his right, and used the motion of the draw to sweep the humming vibroblade through the metal casing, shearing the cylinder in two and rendering it useless to either combatant. Before the metal reached the ground, his left hand found the cool shaft of his electrostaff and drew it off his back as well, then dropped into a ready stance.
A smile spread across his face, hidden beneath the mask. Now we can dance like we were meant to, Jedi. He stood now with his left side forward, the two-foot collapsed electrostaff ready to defend, and he right side back, vibroblade ready to attack. Unless his opponent used another burst of speed, he would not have had time to fully close the distance again before now, and the Umbaran stood poised and ready, knees bent and muscles tense, waiting for the next attack.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2013 12:14:36 GMT -8
He applied ample pressure upon my weapon to keep it in check, he dived away as my the blade tipped whistled through the empty space he had but seconds before occupied. As he rolled I turned to face him and followed in his wake jogging forward to chase him down to keep the distance between us minimal and to an optimum.
Having followed after him at a steady jog I was but a meter away when he rose; stang, not close enough to prevent him drawing his sword and cleaving my weapon in twain now making it completely defunct, my eyes narrowed, slightly pained I watched the two shewn pieces clatter uselessly upon the hard floor but continued my advance.
I had before noted the doorways either side of the hangar and now my opponent was roughly headed toward one of these, of course he was a few hundred meters away, but it wasn't the doorway I was as interested in but the pipes that traveled near it. So was concocted a plan.
I paused at the meter mark with my right dominant leg back I drew my weapon up into my right hand and with an articulated flick of my wrist inverted the grip upon my weapon. I now stood facing him side on with my left shoulder facing toward him. My mind drew focus, gathered strength, I knew I would need some time yet before I was bold enough to channel into the force, but with every passing moment my ability to mentally focus in that particular application would become easier and possible once again.
As for now I was content and in my element, yet unsure of what his skill level were and where his weaknesses lay I now moved to a more defensive stance.*
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Post by Bloodshot on Jun 25, 2013 13:15:07 GMT -8
His eyes narrowed beneath the helmet as he faced off against his opponent. A man that had thus far been entirely committed to the attack had suddenly decided to go on the defensive. And in a moment of prime opportunity as well. Only a small amount of extra speed and he would have been on me before I could destroy his weapon. Something was off. Something had changed in the tone of the duel, and the mercenary didn't like it. He's preparing for something. Biding his time until he's ready to enact whatever plan he's concocted.
Unfortunately, the Umbaran had no intention of giving him that time. Stepping forward with his right foot with all the speed his coiled muscles could conjure, he pivoted his hips and transferred the momentum into an attack, bringing the vibrosword forward in a horizontal arc that would impact on his opponent's left side, midway between the armpit and the bottom of the ribcage, and end halfway through the jedi's torso if left unimpeded, easily slicing through cloth and flesh and bone alike. He didn't stop there though, and were the jedi to block the blow, the electrostaff in his left hand would extend to four feet in length and swing into the man's now unprotected right side. The physical force of the second blow would be minimal, but if it struck it would send enough electricity through him to drop a full-grown wookiee.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2013 15:07:15 GMT -8
*My body and form was loose and i needed it to be. I had freely chosen to allow myself to be assailed by two weapons.
Now although the weapons were a little different to some i had faced before it was still a dual blade fighting technique and this i was familliar with. What was more, his right hand weapon was a sword, which in my experience were slower to swing and stop compared to a lightsaber. This said, they often more than compensated with kinetic force.
I pushed off my front left leg as much as possible to create enough distance for his blade to whistle past my left arm. I felt the rush of wind and the fabric ripple.
Then if he presumed to strike at my right side (which I hoped his swinging sword may prevent) then I would bring my right leg forward and as I stepped forward I would hold my weapon horizontally in a reverse grip blade tip to my right. I would raise my weapon holding arm and deflect his staff upward so i would be forced to pass clear of my head. However if the continuation of his swinging sword delayed that second attack then I would step forward in the same manner, except my weapon would cut upward in a diagonal slice aimed at the forward knee.*
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Post by Bloodshot on Jun 26, 2013 18:18:41 GMT -8
The evasion did indeed prevent the secondary baton strike, though given the length of the sword's blade (which was tailored to the frame of a six and a half foot tall being) and the length of the Umbaran's reach, it would also allow just enough time for his next attack to come full circle, literally, before the other man could retaliate. Predictable as always, jedi.
Instead of fighting the momentum of his swing and trying to grind the blow to a halt, the mercenary allowed it to carry him through into a three hundred and sixty degree rotation. Halfway through the spin, he swung the baton out and back (as his opponent is momentarily on his left side), extending it to four feet as he did so and aiming for the same section of ribcage he'd previously targeted with his sword. His opponent's forward momentum should prevent a dodge similar to the last one he used, and if he continued his original attack his lightsaber would sweep through the empty space where his knee had been a moment before as the Umbaran pivoted on his left leg and brought his right back behind him to complete the spin, ending in a semblance of his starting defensive posture. With the obvious difference being the baton strike, of course, which carried far more kinetic energy than it would have previously, given the full rotation that had been put behind the strike, as well as the electrical current inherent in the weapon.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2013 13:11:01 GMT -8
*As I stepped forward he span using the momentum of his sword to whisk him briskly around, noting the re-positioning of his footing only an untrained idiot would have continued to slice at an appendage that would not be present.
At the one hundred and eighty degree mark, to keep me at bay he thrust back with his left hand weapon toward my rib cage, now since I had already stepped forward into him and my blade was already wound forward, I simply pivoted my hips to my left and swept my arm across my frame, with the blade tip angled down to the ground, as my weapon had traveled in time with his spin, my left hand found its place upon my hilt in time for my weapon to slam into his staff.
This should stop his movement, for he would have to push against my weapon which had clattered with force into his staff and hopefully he would be held mid way through his spin with his back toward me as such I planned to retain pressure upon his staff and then twist my wrists toward the inside of his staff holding arm thus swinging my weapon swiftly through his forearm from right to left.
Should my slice prove to be successful I would push off my right foot and side step to my left to grant me more room should he attack me from my more vulnerable right flank.*
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Post by Bloodshot on Jun 29, 2013 19:48:42 GMT -8
A moment after his staff met lightsaber instead of cloth, the mercenary began retracting the rod even while he completed his spin and brought the vibroblade in his right hand around to engage the other man's energy weapon, pulling his left arm back as he did so to avoid the slash. I wonder jedi, are you simply a warrior or also a tactician?
The vibroblade, arcing in at the left side of the jedi's ribcage once again, was intended to draw the man's lightsaber back into a block (as it was already in nearly the perfect position to do so), and while it didn't have the same momentum of its first strike, it still held more than enough to cause lethal damage should it strike flesh. Gotta love ultrasonic vibration generators. If, however, the move did force a block, the Umbaran would apply the considerable strength of his right arm to maintain pressure on the blade and keep it engaged in the block, while also hopefully preventing his opponent's move to the left (Bloodshot's right).
Then, if the jedi had been manipulated into making these most logical of split-second decisions, the mercenary's left arm would shoot forward as the staff extends once more, driving straight toward the center of the other man's ribcage with enough force to break bone and cause severe injury even without the debilitating electrical shock that would accompany it; the force of the extension compounding the force of the blow itself.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2013 3:43:19 GMT -8
*The moment; everything depended upon it, this was the way of combat, the way of the living force, everything in the universe was in a state of constant change, a state of flux, for every action there was an equal and opposite reaction. The purpose of combat of course was to force your opponent into a more expected line of action, one which you could better predict, one in which you already had a plan.
I had in truth not wholly anticipated that he would move his arm, but it seemed that any logical being would do their utmost, just as much as I would to keep from harm, after all this was base survival instinct.
My blade cut toward where moments previous a solid arm had been, yet rather then meet a heftier weapon with more force and mass than mine head on I fell in line with the philosophy of Soresu, and it could not have helped me more than it did now.
Twisting my wrists, a simple rotation of my weapon was all that was needed so his blade would be deflected up mine, since it now lay at a more diagonal angle, then with a snap of my arms, my right one pulling down and my left one pushing up I would deflect his weapon, effectively giving it a kick upward. Not stopping or slowing its momentum and using its own speed and weight against its user.
Notably should I have retained my current stance I would have been quite possibly impaled by the thrusting lengthy staff of his, so as my blade moved so did my body, in a transitional movement, fluid and joined. I drew my front right leg back and then passed it behind me using it as a pendulum thus twisting my body around and not only providing me with a reorientation where by I would be side on in profile, but also because of where my left foot was I had also traveled a foot and a half to what originally had been my left. I aimed to not put my rear foot down but instead use its momentum to spin me 180 degrees, so instead of finishing with my left shoulder facing forward and essentially Bloodshot and I forming a right angle. I moved to spin so instead I became parallel with him using the spin to attack his right flank.
Thus as my weapon moved to deflect his, my body moved as fast as I was able, now since my deflection would force his sword blade high and to his right leaving his right flank vulnerable, I twisted my shoulders releasing the hold my left hand had upon my weapon to propel speed into the attack, sweeping my now horizontal weapon at his right flank which should strike him about rib level.
Knowing that a sweep of my weapon which would travel to my right would once again provide an opportunity of momentum I aimed to capitalize; should time allow it of course, and this time using my right leg as a pivot my left leg would sweep around as I twisted my hips and flung out a spinning leg sweep aimed at the backs of his knees.
Presuming all flowed and went to plan I, now ready would focus my mind and began drawing the force energy within me, summoning upon its strength.*
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Post by Bloodshot on Jun 30, 2013 11:27:47 GMT -8
Clever jedi. Tactician it is. Abandoning the baton strike the moment his blade was deflected up and away, he instead decided that the time had finally come to play his trump card. He could feel the energy in the room ebbing and flowing in response to the jedi's presence, and now he finally began to drink it in. It wouldn't drain any power from the jedi, as the mercenary could only feed on ambient, unharnessed energy, but what it would do is grant him far greater physical capability than he previously possessed. His normal state, while exceptionally strong and fast, was still not at a level that would be considered superhuman, though now with the force flowing into him, filling every muscle and nerve with new energy and power, he would be more than a match for any jedi.
His breath seemed to slow along with everything else around him as the world suddenly became clearer and his opponent's motions became sluggish and more predictable, like the other man was moving through mud. Every color became sharper, every sound more distinct, and every muscle in his body cried out for action. It was a difficult task to maintain control with such a magnificent and overwhelming power filling him, but with a supreme effort of willpower and application of his mastery over his own body, he managed to do so. This was how it was every time he tapped this power, and while it never got easier to control, he had gotten better at it.
And so it happened that when the lightsaber came streaking toward his ribs, he pulled his blade down to meet it in a motion too fast for a normal eye to follow, and simultaneously brought the baton up and began extending it as he turned to better face his opponent, then brought it crashing down in a blur of motion toward the jedi's right forearm with more than enough power to shatter the bone. As he did so, he thought he could see the beginnings of a leg sweep in the other man's posture and body language, his new-found clarity granting him an almost prescient insight that he could never possess without it. I can deal with that if it comes. With his new level of awareness, there would be more than enough time for that once the results of his current actions were decided.
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