Move after move, blow after blow, they went back and forth. Their duel continued, mentally and physically. Unending, unstoppable, and unkillable. Zachariel's fury towards his foes only grew, yet it wasn't entirely directed towards them. Some of it was towards himself, for having simply rushed into this situation. More of it was directed towards them though, for being so weak as to face him three on one, all while being amplified by this beast and using the Force so much.
Normally, Zachariel wouldn't use the Force this much, choosing instead to rely on his physical prowess. But with this mental game, he continued on, even as his blades swung and blows were exchanged. Still, despite their advantage over him, they didn't fight together, instead attacking as individuals. It brought a grim smile to Zachariel's face, knowing it was a large part of why he still lived. Ducking below the drexl's next attack, he focused on Jaina for a few moments, attacking brutally. His attacks proved fruitful, leaving her with a cut off arm.
Good, that was half her effectiveness removed, if not most of it. Turning towards the drexl, Zachariel focused his might upon it, drawing more and more upon his anger and rage. He also drew upon his god, forcing more and more towards Errik. But it was as the man thought, Zachariel's attention was divided. He battled fiercely with Tammuz and Errik, facing them down as one. Snarling, he focused his blades towards Tammuz, swinging and dodging to the best of his abilities.
Moving as quickly as he could, Zachariel was rushing back and forth, striking across the drexl wherever he could. Blow after blow rained towards Tammuz, even as Zachariel roared once more. Such movement proved to be a difficult target for Jaina to target, though she still fired. The shots surprised Zachariel as they flew towards him. With the first shot, Zachariel was alerted to the fire, and it thankfully missed as he had just leapt forward once more. Spinning half towards Jaina, the second shot connected to Zachariel's pauldron. The shot went through the skull trophies adorning it, and began eating at the heavy armor present. It dug in quickly, but for now Zachariel was forced to ignore the damage.
Snarling instead, Zachariel ducked low to avoid the third shot. However, his concentration was now broken, and his mental attack on Errik ended. Twirling to avoid any other shots, Zachariel spun towards Tammuz, slashing out with his axe once more. Any future shots would be at even greater risk to hitting Tammuz, and Zachariel leapt forward. He cared little now what happened, instead slamming his full focus on Tammuz. His axe and sword swung, even as his rage went towards the drexl man's mind. Zachariel knew he could not face them all at once, not now. But eliminating one after another, that seemed more feasible, and it was a thought he fought towards with the ferocity of a cornered predator. Victory or death was all that awaited them all.
Ziare believed she knew what to expect, that the hell here in the Brotherhood was nothing to prior experiences. She couldn't be further from the truth, but that was something she'd learn first hand given time, and painful experience. Their torturers are experienced beyond belief, the taskmasters and priests have no compare. Any who go into their hands dies or is converted, that was the fate of all. It was to be the fate of Ziare.
As the silent marauder coldly executed his former commander, he noted her cry and the utter shock in her eyes. Did she not yet understand? Only the strong deserve to rule, and while strong, the champion had been rash. She had been simple, with but one goal in mind, no true chance of rising higher. The silent ones chances thus grew by eliminating her and taking in Ziare for his own. Dragging her, the marauder simply smiled at her cries.
Marching her along, not yet heading to the cells but rather a
healing station(small medical station on the wall, with bacta supplies and a research terminal), the man said nothing. Instead he was as silent as ever, even as the other two followed along, quietly muttering to one another. With Ziare looking him over, she'd note how different he was compared to other Mawites. Where others bore spikes and grizzly trophies, while carrying a certain confidence, this one was different. There were few spikes, and all of them located further atop his armor, as primitive protection. His trophies also, they were neater, more organized along his belt. And his confidence, it wasn't the swagger of the others, but a cool indifference of one who had seen and done it all.
Dropping her, the silent marauder went to the medical station and began pulling forth files. They needed to fix Ziare's ribs, lest she die before the taskmasters got to her. At the same time though, she went about her suicide attempt. As there was nothing for her to cut herself upon, she'd attempt to bite her arms open instead. The marauders who had arrived late were barely paying attention to her, instead lost in conversation about their future under the silent marauder. But at the sound of teeth biting into flesh, they turned towards Ziare with a start.
Letting out surprised yelps, they rushed her and forced her down. Her left wrist was now bitten open by her teeth and gushing forth blood. Panicking, the one marauder held her down, preventing her any easy access to biting herself again. The other meanwhile, he tightened his grip around her arm to slow her blood flow. It slowed down, but didn't stop fully yet, and she was losing more blood. It was then the silent marauder turned towards them and sighed.
Pulling bacta patches forth, he walked over to the marauder. Handing them over, the one holding her arm began applying the bacta immediately. It stopped the bloodflow, but would no doubt leave her somewhat lightheaded from the bloodloss. Sighing, the silent marauder shook his head as he spoke.
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Trying to leave us so soon? The taskmasters won't appreciate that." Pointedly looking at the pair of marauders, he continued. "
Ensure she survives, or it's you who will be replacing her on the tables."
The pair visibly gulped at that, before securing Ziare. Holding her arms down and preventing as much movement as possible. At the same time, the one on her bitten arm continued to ensure the bacta was working, making sure all bloodflow had stopped. Frowning down at Ziare, the silent marauder turned and returned to the medical station. There he continued his work in silence, looking up solutions to their current problem, and also sending out a message to both the Taskmaster Tu'teggacha and to the Mongrel, the soon to be master of Ziare.
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Target secured, her survival will be ensured. What shall we do with her?"
