Though @[member="Gregor Gideon"]'s Battle meditation worked wonders for strengthening his allies, he would find it well... impossible to subdue the empty heads of the Slaves, who continued to fight as they had before his mental mind games... at which he was no match for the caliber of the mentalist that Voracitos was. He smirked at his laughable attempt to invade his mind. Who did he think he was? He was at this very moment subjugating a fellow Sith's mind with all the horrors he has ever faced and he thinks that whispering defeat would be of any cause to him? He chuckled as he considered @[member="Tyrin Ardik"]'s remark.
"I don't need to condescend you Tyrin, I am already superior to you in every way.." He said with a tilt of his head, relishing his the Chaos, where all the little people thought they were winning. The cocky brats always thinking they had the upper hand. Now was the time he thought, to end this. The Slaves worked well enough, kept them back, did their job. However he underestimated the coups capabilities, they were surviving longer than expected. "But I think I will grant you the dignity of making a martyr or you... a shame too, you were useful." He said. From their, Horror spread through the room like a Plague, as the confidence granted to them from their battle mediation, was brought to a screeching halt. Plague. Horror. Drain. The Sith Master was King of Area Control, as witnessed by those present at the coup of Ashin. A fatty hand reached out as he applied a crushing darkness upon the area surrounding the usurper, so as to lower his defense's enough to grip him... to turn him into a rag doll. His laugh echoed through the chamber as chaos was unleashed. A Warrior to be haunted by his own life, a would-be King subjugated, and the most self destructive creatures in the universe brought to rest.
He was once again a Pillar or Knowledge as he had been in his beginning years of leadership. He had acquired unfathomable amount of information since then, and only on rare occasions exhibited his incredulous ability. Unlimited Access to the Sith Empires Holocrons, unlimited Knowledge of all things the Empire; knowledge was power, and he was all-knowledgeable (in his belief). The slaves still cowering in their dark corners began to unleash an inhuman scream, all around the usurpers, in unison, every slave falling to the ground their mouths agape in pain, their blood rushing to their body core as the very force that keeps them alive is torn from the bodies by an insatiable force. Hundreds in a mere instant become but mere food. The ear piercing, gut wrenching shriek ended only when ever last slave was dead, and every single Ethereal Slave was empowered by their godly Emperor.
The slaves shook once enjoying the buzz of renewed strength, and the first to suffer was @[member="Pandeima"]. The slightly confused High Commandant didn't know what to make of her anatomy but it didn't matter. Additionally, her stab happy nature didn't slow the Ethereal Slave in the slightest, he just needed to figure out a karking way to get her off. He wasn't really human any more and didn't require to eat the same way she did, and though he had blood, there was no way of knowing if he really needed a heart to continue fighting. After all, they can survive almost any dismemberment from loss of limb, and if treated in time, decapitation. The High Commandant reasoned perhaps she should be killed from afar, thus with his increased strength used telekinesis to enclose the two in huge pieces of the floor (the wrapped up slave helped some too, by refusing to let her leave as this crushed the two). @[member="Balaya"]'s Lavenrok fired (that the writer of this character doesn't even know what it is or what it does) and was summarily caught with the jagged boulder now hefted in the air. The Ethereal Slave in her arms began to feed on her life with drain while Voracitos's Plague spread about the room.
@[member="Balaya"] also subjected one of the three slaves attacking her to a nice boulder, he was fast, but still caught by it, being thrown quit a ways back while the other two charge forward again, dauntless even with her impressive arsenal. The split her attention in two direction, one intending to distract her whip from the other as a new sweep was attempted, just as the distracting Slave shot short bolts of lightning at her.
@[member=" Tricia Kalamack"] would begin to feel the drain inflicted on her by the the Slave she smashed into a wall, as well as the Voracitos's Plague. The slave continued the drain whilst he ran to her (slow by his standards) with a sword.
@[member="Ral Telon"] opponent was not thrown, he continued to cling on to the sith, whilst the strength of his lightning only continued to rise as strength from Voracitos was gained, as well as the Dark Lord's plague weakened his enemies. He was taking the beating, but like a machine showed no pain. He resisted the throwing with his grip upon a chunk of flesh on his back exposed to him by his all four stance. He broke his sword arm free, hefting the blade up to bring down and sever the dogs spine.
It would all be over soon, but who would be left on top?