A Traditionalist's Hunt

[A'Runda]

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Weapon: Gaffi Stick
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Leaving the desert city behind him the Tusken had already made great distance from the settlement. Now on the edge of the Jundland wastes, a far more rocky terrain and better environment for a Red Canyon Krayt Dragon. Out where the sand meets the rocks of the wastes.

As for the weather it was busier then usual. Some heavy gusts of wind blew dust and sand from side to side. Walking along the dunes around the edge of the mountainous canyons the lone Tusken was committed to the hunt. Just how it was when he was a child working his way into becoming an adult. However, this time he didn't have his Bantha with him. But instead he had something far more useful, a greater understanding of the power within him, The Force, or Spirit Ichor as some refereed to it.

However, his sensitive senses were picking up on a faint Force Signature out here in the desert. But he wasn't sure how close or far they were from him. Figured it wouldn't be a problem for him he'd move along. For nine whole years one could say A'Runda was out for blood, hunting both his initial prey and the beast that had prevented him all those years ago.

[member=Allya Vi'Dreya]

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Allya had been in the desert testing herself as well. Minimal food, water and weapons. Of course she wore her ever present armor, but, her primary weapons were her beskad, and kal. Her armor held more weapons in it, if she found herself out matched, but, she was trying hard to not use them. Instead, her mind was her weapon. Finding water, food, and shelter in the desert was difficult, but she was enjoying it. I reminded her of her training on Roon. No darkside nexus to enjoy the coolness of here, but, that was okay...and no assassin droids dogging her every move, but the animals and creatures of the planet were just as deadly. It was fun.

Rolling up her tent, now that the temperatures were going down once more, she felt the pressure of another force user in the distance. Hmmm, interesting. While common sense would suggest not going over to see them, Allya rarely relied on common sense, and instead on Vexia Sense...and Vexia wanted to meet, or kill pretty much everyone. Sometimes both. So once packed up, she crawled over the rocks of the jundland wastes, and slid down stones, until she spotted the sand person. A force using Tuskan? Interesting. She liked this very much.

Hopping down, the Mandalorian Sith walked confidently towards him, until her sensors and that tell tale buzzing in her head told her they were about to be attacked. She cried out a warning to the Raider, “Watch out! Enemies!” As large creatures crawled out of the rocky landscape, and rushed at them.

@A'Runda

 

[A'Runda]

Oddly enough in his tracking the force signature he was picking up on was picking up on was getting closer. He hoped it wasn't some kind of force sensitive bounty hunter, not that he had any bounties he knew of. However, before he saw them, he heard them. The voice of a young female shouting for him to look out. Then a all too familiar sense in the force came to him as a slither through the sand crept up behind him. How could he have been ambushed not one, but twice from... it.

With a burst of dust from the sand below a Sand Demon thrashed about as it came to the surface. Just barely catching the Tusken in its mouth. Landing about ten feet away A'Runda eyed the creature as the dust settled, and saw that the large insect had a missing eye stock. A'Runda's expression became ever more shocked from behind his masking garbs at the realization. This was the Sand Demon all those years ago that prevented him from achieving his goal.

Bringing his gaffi stick out he raised it, off center, and high into the air with both arms in a defensive stance best suited for large creatures like this one. At the sight of the weapon the bug let out a screech. Showing that it to recognized the very weapon that took its eye. It seemed as though history itself was repeating, with fate drawing these two to clash once more. However, there was a newcomer. Looking over his shoulder to the young women he tried to watch his back and make sure she wouldn't try and do a fast one on him. But in that short moment the Sand Demon rushed the Tusken. Using its hard exoskeleton to ram into him and knock him back another ten feet into the sand. But A'Runda kept his weapon in his hands the whole time.

[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

@A'Runda

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As the bug pushed the sandperson back, Allya rushed forward. Hand reached out, and a mild force push, helped to keep the Tuskan on his feet. Soon, she skidded to a stop at his side, large bes'kad drawn. Helmet was focused purely on the large one eyed sand demon. The Sand Demon's Attack was fierce, however, she could be just as fierce. Enhancing her body through the force, she rushed forward, skidding across the sand. She had to get better control on uneven terrains, but was holding it together well enough. Her sword strikes out, aiming for the joint of one of the Demon's front legs, near the black claw tip. Whether she managed to cut the leg off, chip the armor, or just bounce off, she was in motion once more.

With a leap, she was soon back, at A'runda's side, daring the Sand Demon to try the same rushing move again, and not get stabbed in the other eye. Her feet slide back, giving her a defensive posture, ready to swing in counter attack the moment the creature was in range, or to block one of its long, spine like legs, should it try to come at her or the raider. Every movement was that of a well trained warrior, who was learning to adapt to a new opponent. And like him, she was on a hunt, unwilling to use the trappings of a modern society, but instead, using the traditional weapons of her own people.

“Come on, you giant bug, come get us. Or flee now. Either way, we will kill you this day.”