Silas Mantis
Destroyer
Location: MandalMotors
Allies: Death Watch- [member="Kad Tor"], [member="Marev Priest"], [member="Strider Garon"], [member="Yasha Mantis"], [member="Tahn Vizsla"], [member="Kaden Farr"],
Not an Enemy but Not DW: [member="Calico Tal'verda"]
Enemies: Da'manda- [member="Zeke Farthen"], [member="Gilamar Skirata"], [member="Mia Monroe"], [member="Rhodessa"], [member="Rekali the Hutt"], [member="Daedel"]
Silas had bitten down hard, and it made little difference. The pain had been bad, excruciating to the point water welled in his eyes, but the smell had been worse. Choking back bile Silas essentially dragged the corpse of the shape-shifter along with them as he couldn't manage to removed the blade from the skull, but the two young ones didn't seem to notice, especially as he helped them move him by scooting himself along.
The boy with them was likely one of many of those orphaned by Monroe, now driven by a furious anger. He knew anger like that, he'd seen the likes of it before. "You will have your justice before this is over boy, Mand'alor the Coward will run out of places to flee soon enough." Silas said with a wince, clearly a tad lucid as he struggled to wiggle the knife out of the skull of the Gurlarin.
His vision was blurred by the repeated blows to the head he'd taken, as well as the blood loss, but he still could make out Marev. "Ad'ika, help him." Silas released the hilt and raised his arm, pointing to the crawling Tal'rekr. "Both of you go get him. Now." He ordered firmly before his hand went back to the blade embedded in the skull of his foe.
Chaos still reigned all around them, but MandalMotors had fallen, and while Monroe may yet have escaped, the Death Watch had certainly struck a blow. Perhaps it was too early to be thinking as such, but he did so anyway, a small smile on his face as he looked about at the corpses of the traitors that littered the area.
Mandalore remembered, and Mandalore would not forgive. This was only the start.
Allies: Death Watch- [member="Kad Tor"], [member="Marev Priest"], [member="Strider Garon"], [member="Yasha Mantis"], [member="Tahn Vizsla"], [member="Kaden Farr"],
Not an Enemy but Not DW: [member="Calico Tal'verda"]
Enemies: Da'manda- [member="Zeke Farthen"], [member="Gilamar Skirata"], [member="Mia Monroe"], [member="Rhodessa"], [member="Rekali the Hutt"], [member="Daedel"]
Silas had bitten down hard, and it made little difference. The pain had been bad, excruciating to the point water welled in his eyes, but the smell had been worse. Choking back bile Silas essentially dragged the corpse of the shape-shifter along with them as he couldn't manage to removed the blade from the skull, but the two young ones didn't seem to notice, especially as he helped them move him by scooting himself along.
The boy with them was likely one of many of those orphaned by Monroe, now driven by a furious anger. He knew anger like that, he'd seen the likes of it before. "You will have your justice before this is over boy, Mand'alor the Coward will run out of places to flee soon enough." Silas said with a wince, clearly a tad lucid as he struggled to wiggle the knife out of the skull of the Gurlarin.
His vision was blurred by the repeated blows to the head he'd taken, as well as the blood loss, but he still could make out Marev. "Ad'ika, help him." Silas released the hilt and raised his arm, pointing to the crawling Tal'rekr. "Both of you go get him. Now." He ordered firmly before his hand went back to the blade embedded in the skull of his foe.
Chaos still reigned all around them, but MandalMotors had fallen, and while Monroe may yet have escaped, the Death Watch had certainly struck a blow. Perhaps it was too early to be thinking as such, but he did so anyway, a small smile on his face as he looked about at the corpses of the traitors that littered the area.
Mandalore remembered, and Mandalore would not forgive. This was only the start.