Darth Pyrrhus
Well-Known Member
Location: Balmorra Arms Factory
Objective: PvP
Allies: [member="Khallesh"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: [member="Kiyron"] [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Gear: Lightsaber x2, Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, Amphistaff, Razor bugs
Darth Pyrrhus had arrived late to the party. He had been preoccupied with his own experiments and rituals, temporarily isolated from the rest of the galaxy. When the call for war had come, it had not reached him. Thankfully it had not escaped his notice entirely. The Togruta Lord left behind his sentient experiment subjects, tortured and deformed. On his agenda now was to contribute to the Sith war machine and the destruction of the Jedi. Would this be the final campaign against the Sith's eternal enemies? Unlikely. An idea, a philosophy, this was something hard to eradicate from the galaxy. But they could be forced on the run, scattered across the galaxy as they had been before, as the Sith had been before. The cycle continued.
As was custom when he marched into battle, into war, Pyrrhus was clad in the imposing Vonduun Skerr Kyrric. The crab armour covered the Togruta in its dark shells, adapting to his physical composition. It was an intimate relationship with the living beings that latched onto his skin. They sustained one another. The tight proximity of their connection made it a gnawing itch impossible to ignore, though it was a sensation he welcomed. He found that it kept his senses sharp and his mind alert. Whenever he put it on, it always felt like it had been too long since he had felt its touch. A few razor bugs were attached to the Vonduun crabs. Starting from his upper back and shoulder, coiling itself further down around his right arm, was his loyal and most hungry amphistaff. Now the Sith Lord, emerged from his dropship like a horned devil. He wandered through the battlefield in search of his next test.
At the very least one benefit of being a late-comer was that it allowed him to enter the battlefield with fresh reserves when others would be tiring from their fighting. As soon as his ship touched down, he did not hesitate to get involved. His first victims were some unfortunate Jedi, who found themselves overwhelmed. Now their corpses lay carved open on the battlefield. Decay was coming for the light.
It didn't take him long to find his next target. This was a large group. Several dark and light presences, all coming together in one large clash on Balmorra. Pyrrhus summoned his fury. Fueled by rage, he launched himself forwards at a terrible pace. His hunger for battle raged deep within him. Late, as he was, he felt a need to compensate by moving quickly from battlefield to battlefield. Guided by Force Speed, there was a terrible darkness approaching the group. Perhaps they would sense it, perhaps they would be too distracted by their opponent to notice. Regardless, Pyrrhus was not making any efforts to mask his presence. He was here, in all his menace.
He would come charging in from the flank. Nearest to him was [member="Kiyron"], and so this man became his target. He appeared distracted, as his focus was on trying to turn the battle ahead in favour of the Republic. He probably wouldn't be expecting to see a Sith charging at him. But such was the nature of war. His lightsaber hissed to life, bathing his crab armour in its lava-like red. It would come crashing down in a powerful diagonal strike, from high left to low right, as the Togruta came out of his Force Speed rush. He was hoping to cleave him in half with the first strike, forever the optimist. Though one move was not exactly a lot of material to try to discern his style, the stance and way he moved seemed to suggest Djem So.
Objective: PvP
Allies: [member="Khallesh"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: [member="Kiyron"] [member="Aston Jacobs"]
Gear: Lightsaber x2, Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, Amphistaff, Razor bugs
Darth Pyrrhus had arrived late to the party. He had been preoccupied with his own experiments and rituals, temporarily isolated from the rest of the galaxy. When the call for war had come, it had not reached him. Thankfully it had not escaped his notice entirely. The Togruta Lord left behind his sentient experiment subjects, tortured and deformed. On his agenda now was to contribute to the Sith war machine and the destruction of the Jedi. Would this be the final campaign against the Sith's eternal enemies? Unlikely. An idea, a philosophy, this was something hard to eradicate from the galaxy. But they could be forced on the run, scattered across the galaxy as they had been before, as the Sith had been before. The cycle continued.
As was custom when he marched into battle, into war, Pyrrhus was clad in the imposing Vonduun Skerr Kyrric. The crab armour covered the Togruta in its dark shells, adapting to his physical composition. It was an intimate relationship with the living beings that latched onto his skin. They sustained one another. The tight proximity of their connection made it a gnawing itch impossible to ignore, though it was a sensation he welcomed. He found that it kept his senses sharp and his mind alert. Whenever he put it on, it always felt like it had been too long since he had felt its touch. A few razor bugs were attached to the Vonduun crabs. Starting from his upper back and shoulder, coiling itself further down around his right arm, was his loyal and most hungry amphistaff. Now the Sith Lord, emerged from his dropship like a horned devil. He wandered through the battlefield in search of his next test.
At the very least one benefit of being a late-comer was that it allowed him to enter the battlefield with fresh reserves when others would be tiring from their fighting. As soon as his ship touched down, he did not hesitate to get involved. His first victims were some unfortunate Jedi, who found themselves overwhelmed. Now their corpses lay carved open on the battlefield. Decay was coming for the light.
It didn't take him long to find his next target. This was a large group. Several dark and light presences, all coming together in one large clash on Balmorra. Pyrrhus summoned his fury. Fueled by rage, he launched himself forwards at a terrible pace. His hunger for battle raged deep within him. Late, as he was, he felt a need to compensate by moving quickly from battlefield to battlefield. Guided by Force Speed, there was a terrible darkness approaching the group. Perhaps they would sense it, perhaps they would be too distracted by their opponent to notice. Regardless, Pyrrhus was not making any efforts to mask his presence. He was here, in all his menace.
He would come charging in from the flank. Nearest to him was [member="Kiyron"], and so this man became his target. He appeared distracted, as his focus was on trying to turn the battle ahead in favour of the Republic. He probably wouldn't be expecting to see a Sith charging at him. But such was the nature of war. His lightsaber hissed to life, bathing his crab armour in its lava-like red. It would come crashing down in a powerful diagonal strike, from high left to low right, as the Togruta came out of his Force Speed rush. He was hoping to cleave him in half with the first strike, forever the optimist. Though one move was not exactly a lot of material to try to discern his style, the stance and way he moved seemed to suggest Djem So.
