A Father's Fury

[Ryn'Dhal]

Voss​

It had been only a handful of days since their return from Sanctuary. A simple humanitarian aid mission turned into.... well.... so much more. She shouldn't have followed, but, it was good that she did. She did save him, but she also put herself in unnecessary danger. But, in the end, Lily was safe. Unharmed, asides from some scrapes and bruises, and alive.

Ryn gingerly touched his left shoulder. A new scar was visible there, the fur not growing back quite right there, were a blaster bolt seared flesh and damaged bone. Thank the Force for the skilled medical team here on Voss. He was almost back to full functionality. He stood alone in one of the training rooms at the academy, twin curve-hilt lightsabers drawn, as he ran through some exercises to loosen up his still-healing limbs. Bed rest is just not Ryn's way.

After warming up, the young Knight sat in the center of the room, holding his damaged helmet. Ruined, rather. Had the now-split headpiece not been worn when that slug-thrower round hit, the full impact would have been taken by Ryn's skull, the outcome of which would have likely yielded one dead Jedi. He sat, lost in his reverie, marveling at the series of miracles the Force wove that yielded himself and the young padawan a victorious outcome on that ocean-covered world, when he felt it.

Rage.

Wrath.

Fury.

And the feline Knight knew.... those emotions.....

They were for him. Their origin point was swiftly approaching. Leaping across the room, as the only exit was soon to be blocked by the oncoming storm of emotion, Ryn landed, sabers drawn in a defensive pose, though not-ignited, as he began calculating potential escape routes. He didn't know why the anger was directed at him. All he knew, was that for whatever reason, a very angry [member=Jericho] now stood at the only entrance, or exit, and had eyes locked now on the half-naked Felacatian....

How do you get yourself out of this jam.... he thought bitterly to himself as the larger humanoid entered the room. Words seemed like they wouldn't be the most effective tool right now....

 

[Jericho]

It was suppose to be a humanitarian mission it was mean't to be a safe and easy mission but not only was Lily endangered but was hurt exceptionally despite her not showing it to the one in charge. Normally, the warrior understood that some missions went off track, he understood that any jedi especially after Omega and the recession of the Republic, the silvers were a beacon and a target. Still, there was something that stirred with him, he didn't like the fact something so easy went as bad as what had happened and from what his understanding was there was a way passed and avoid the issue but the one in charge choice to put himself in harms way. The warrior was hardly a emotional man, but the reckless actions and putting his daughter in harms way made him.....Emotional. Jericho made his presence easily known as he made his way to the entrance and only exit to the room. He looked at the jedi that took his daughter to the outing though he did not know him personally, he had heard about him and his reliability though that not being the case in this situation. The warrior quietly closed the door behind him. He didn't like fighting anyone that was hurt so he would give the jedi only but a moment. "No words. Heal your wound a bit more." The warrior stated before long the warrior began to count down from thirty. By the count of zero, he unleashed a powerful force wave.

[member="Ryn'Dhal"]

 

[Ryn'Dhal]

The Knight scowled, unsure as to exactly why this man was here, but at least the hostile one was giving him at least a few moments to better prepare himself. Standing to his full height, though still dwarfed by the beast blocking the door, and began concentrating. With the aid of the Sigil he wore, he was able to get just a little bit more regrowth of tissue in his arm, but was still not quite back to a hundred when he felt it. A surge of Force energy radiating from the man.

The very air warped and writhed, as the destructive potential radiated towards Ryn. Crossing his hilts across his body before him, and willed the Force to aid him. An invisible barrier was erected between himself, and the oncoming onslaught. The two forces collided, the wave halting for a moment in it's forward progress, before shuddering into movement again as the barrier shattered, almost audibly. The vast majority of the energy within the wave was spent when it reached Ryn'Dhal, but it still shoved the barefoot Knight back several paces. He actually could feel the wall with the tip of his tail. His heart-beat elevated, as he stared at the monster of a man before him. He willed the Force once again, feeling the weaving of energy coursing through his person. With the aid of that Sigil, he could feel his already unnaturally quick reflexes, and incredible natural agility enhancing. He was faster, much faster, with the Force aiding him. He crouched slightly, staring at the man. Heavily armored, but unarmed.... Ryn'Dhal had no idea how to take it, but he would wait, watching, and prepared himself for evasive maneuvers. One did not attack a tank with a stick. One waited for an opening to strike at the very limited vulnerable areas.

Who is this guy!?

[member="Jericho"]​