Location: The Shooting Gallery
Objective: Prove my Independence - Take down the Sniper
Allies: [member="Darth Azurea"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"]
Now, the gate stood before him. He was urged forward. Was he ready to take on what lay on the other side? There was only one way to find out. He has to take the first steps to begin a new journey. The climb to the top of the mountain would start now.
"...For me, Mullarus?"
Mullarus face, full of concern and stress, seemed to melt to one of vengeance. It dripped from his teeth. "I'll be back." was all he said as he made his way around the tree, leaving Darth Azurea alone and wounded to her own fate. He did not activate his lightsaber. Not yet. Slugs couldn't be deflected like energy bolts anyway.
His taunts echoed, one by one. His arn twitched, anger beginning to cloud his vision. This time, he would want to see blood fall from the sky like rain. Revenge unsheathed Mullarus like a sword. He called for blood tonight
He closed his eyes as he walked from tree to tree, observing high up in the trees. He saw the small, faint auras of the Ragoon natives scurrying along the branches.
Funny, there seemed to be a branch one stepped on that didn't seem to move much when he jumped onto it. Not like the rest...come to think of it...
Is that a Force Signature I see?
Objective: Prove my Independence - Take down the Sniper
Allies: [member="Darth Azurea"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"]
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It was a beautiful metaphor. Mullarus stood, staring into Azurea's determined, almost desperate stare as she persuaded him. It was as if Mullarus were still a cub, vying to leave the nest and conquer land of his own, establish himself as the new alpha. To surpass his father before him. It was the dream of all Sith to become the most powerful. That goal was not lost on Mullarus. It never was, and it likely never will.Now, the gate stood before him. He was urged forward. Was he ready to take on what lay on the other side? There was only one way to find out. He has to take the first steps to begin a new journey. The climb to the top of the mountain would start now.
"...For me, Mullarus?"
Mullarus face, full of concern and stress, seemed to melt to one of vengeance. It dripped from his teeth. "I'll be back." was all he said as he made his way around the tree, leaving Darth Azurea alone and wounded to her own fate. He did not activate his lightsaber. Not yet. Slugs couldn't be deflected like energy bolts anyway.
His taunts echoed, one by one. His arn twitched, anger beginning to cloud his vision. This time, he would want to see blood fall from the sky like rain. Revenge unsheathed Mullarus like a sword. He called for blood tonight
He closed his eyes as he walked from tree to tree, observing high up in the trees. He saw the small, faint auras of the Ragoon natives scurrying along the branches.
Funny, there seemed to be a branch one stepped on that didn't seem to move much when he jumped onto it. Not like the rest...come to think of it...
Is that a Force Signature I see?