Private Do Not Take Me As Prey

[PERSENUS]

Dandoran, Hutt Space

Persenus wasn't a Bounty Hunter but he did what he can to scrape by. The profession carried many complications that went beyond just the hunt. It put his identity on the line, opening him to be tracked down by more pesky Acolytes. Not to mention, working with other Bounty Hunters was risky, and given his rising reputation, was becoming more and more of a threat. He was worth a good price and the better he became, the more hunters will rise to the challenge. It was a continuous slope that he climbed that edged upwards, the higher he gets, the harder it becomes to hold on, and climbing up at some point would be impossible.

However, they pay was good, and they needed someone of his abilities. The Bryn just on the other side of the border were growing ever more reckless. They hired him more than a handful of Bounty Hunters to stop the skirmishes that have been devastating the trade routes recently. It was a bloody battle, and only a save lucky few survived, most of them were injured, him included. Luck and chaos, he knew, was all that there ever really was in fights. He repeated it again and again ever since the Fight Pits. Luck and chaos, skill mattered very little in the long run and those that thought otherwise wound up dead.

It had been two days since then. The injuries had faded into more to add to his scar collection, and he tattooed back on the pieces of his bodily murals that had gone missing. He had bacta to thank for the quick recovery. Their employer hooked them up with it too, so it wasn't coming out of his pocket. The others with more grievous injuries, well, they found that the mission wasn't worth losing an arm for. Persenus, knowing that this affair was enough trouble as it is, left as soon as his injuries would heal. He was going to buy a ticket to the farthest he could go from the border. The money would sustain him for a few weeks if he could help it.

He trudged through the marshy wetlands of Dandoran to the Freighter Docks. He hid himself well with the crusty, ripped, stolen Jedi Robes, concealing the tattoos on his body inside its shadows. He was currently on the lookout for someone willing to take him wherever he decided to go and someone that wouldn't ask questions. Hopefully, the transactions goes without interruption. He remembers having to face the Sith Acolyte by the Ship Docks on Frego. What a mess they made there...

Gnox the Insatiable

 

[Gnox the Insatiable]

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The air was strong with the scent of blood. There were few things that gave as accurate information as the feast. The delicious, sweet flesh of those once living revealed the hidden truths many would think they could die to protect. But there was no hiding from his hunt. Fresh, warm blood dripped from his maw as the Sith stood, his red gaze glancing about the room. Bounty Hunters, who's only transgressions were the interaction with his prey. With the flesh he truly wanted to devour.

Gnox stood tall, his giant form looming within the medical wing of this facility. Bodies littered the room, torn asunder in his hungering rage. He had just missed PERSENUS . It seemed the run away had chosen to once more run away. Good. It would make the hunt that much more thrilling for the Shistavanen. The lifeless body he had chosen to devour last dropped from his grasp as he turned to leave the room. The hunt was still fresh. From the memories he devoured Persenus had only just left.

Marshlike land was home to the horrendous being. Swamps were land of stagnant death, rot, and decomposition. He stalked through the waters with ease, his large, hulking form moving far faster than it should. Then, the scent. Prey. A deep, guttural growl echoed from Gnox's throat as he zeroed in, his quick pace now a lumbering charge. The Docks? His growl turned to a snarl. He wouldn't let his prey simply escape by air, not if he had the choice.

 

[PERSENUS]

He could feel the ripples of death pervade the Force, droplets of finally hitting the water below and merging with the oceans. Those men he had spent much time with, fought those monsters with, and healed with found themselves to be more victims of the never-ending hunt for his head. Another claimed just to claw their way to the prize that lay bare with his defeat. How wanton, though, he guessed he could relate to that desperation, especially after the even on Nar Shadda. It would be hypocritical of him to be angered by such audacity. Persenus, however, was very hypocritical.

He stopped his search as his hand slithered towards his lightsaber. The dark spot on the Force, the waves of energy circulating and piercing this being; a Sith Lord, he knew. He felt his fast approaching presence, the beast like nature that he carried with him. That, he knew, was right to shame. This Sith Lord had been completely consumed by the Dark Side and only foolish acolytes would think that to be a good thing. The Force was something we conquer, turn into a tool, a weapon with our wills.

This Sith was nothing more than a ravenous beast that has failed to master the Force, and instead let the Force master him. Pathetic. He would conceal himself with the Force, removing him from the senses of the incoming attacker. While he may look down upon this failure of a Sith, he could not deny that to earn such power was commendable. Yet, to think he could not make it to his level through the defeat of his master? He gripped the saber in his hand hard as he attempted to disappear into the crowd, wanting to at least get the drop on him as he entered.

Though, unbeknownst to Persenus, this Sith Lord may have senses that could pick him out from the crowd. Still, perhaps that was a good thing, in the long run.

Gnox the Insatiable

 

[Gnox the Insatiable]

Some Sith strove to control the Dark as their tool, but Gnox was above this notion. Or, perhaps, below. He cared not for the intricacy of Sith politics. He cared only for the hunt, for the kill. For the feast. So long as he could devour those who stood in his way he had no issue or desire to be anything more than a hunter. PERSENUS was not a means to a reward. He was strong, strong enough that acolytes and knights weren't strong enough enough to take him down. The knowledge he must have would be worthy of the feast.

It was amazing just how much someone could remember about someone else. How they sounded, how they walked, how they smelled. It was always cataloged in the back of anyone's minds. Some were better at recalling this information than others. Gnox was able to pull these memories from those whom he devoured. That was why all of those who were healing were feasted upon. So he could learn the scent of his prey.

The crowds meant nothing to him. He paused, only to stand properly as he neared the edge of the grouping traveling around their business. He stood near twice the height of them, his burning red gaze glaring at them all. There was a fear in the air. All who saw him felt it. That unconscious need to get away from him. They all moved away from him. But he payed them no mind. The one he was after was close, very close.

"Do not bother hiding. I can smell you, Sithling." Despite his bestial nature, he spoke rather clear basic. Hinting at an intelligence he simply didn't care enough to use. Those who had started to make their distance now did so faster. The guard would likely be brought in soon. More souls to be eaten.

 

[PERSENUS]

He stood idly as the crowd part, watching him from beneath the hood of his cloak. A moment of silence took over them, only the sound of Gnox's beastly breath resounding between the two. It would only be broken with the sound of an illuminating lightsaber, extending from the hilt with a delighted hum, eager for more blood. It was a longer than average blade with a two handed grip, fit with Makashi Crossguards to catch sabers, though diagonal in construction to enhance blade manipulation. "I must say it is an honor to be gifted the chance of slaying a Sith Lord, Master Gnox." His master spoke of him when he was still with the Empire. He didn't speak of him very kindly.

As strong as he might've become over the years, Persenus was cautious to engage. As much as he loved the feel of battle as Gnox loved the hunt, the last time he had engaged a fight with a Force-User of Gnox's rank did not end well for him. Regardless, he remained steadfast and resolves, though missing his usual cocksure persona. Often times, he would usually open with Djem So or Shien if it was one without a Lightsaber, boasting a Wrath or Roof Guard, but his stance was more akin to Shii-cho as of now, with a Plow Guard that had him center his blade to his body with the point pointing upwards.

Though Persenus would await for this behemoth of an opponent to attack, he gladly began the mental battle that would take a large role in the fights between Force-Users. The projection of emotions, the statement of will, all in hopes to push upon their opponent the power of the Force to break compromise their mind and ability. His usual projection, one that would place fear upon his opponents, was weaker than usual. His usual ability with the seeding of fear was dampened by the daunting prospect of fighting a Sith Lord.

"Come, doggy." He shot him a smirk, the cocksure expression now flooding back into him as he prepared for battle.

Gnox the Insatiable

 

[Gnox the Insatiable]

The hiss of a saber was all it took for the civilians to burst out into a run. Between the hulking figure of Gnox and the red saber of his quarry, it wasn't hard to guess this was a fight between Sith. Panic set in as the bestial being stood tall, and laughed. A wild, manic laugh more fit for the monster he is than his voice. Cackling and yipping. "Doggy. Cute." Clawed fingers flexed as the Dark swelled around his form. Infused into his body. He brought no weapon out, for he didn't need one.

PERSENUS would learn very quickly that the game of mental combat with a being like Gnox was a horrid experience. To touch upon the mind of someone as maddened as this Sith was to invite that madness into themselves. His hunger was blinding and all consuming. It was his greatest strength, and most glaring weakness. But for combat like this, it was a shield that threatened to consume any who might touch upon his mind.

Guards arrived then. Just a pair, who both were already scared. Likely the beginning of an actual armed guard to stop this fight and prevent any casualties. They lifted their guns, went to order that the two stand down. But only one voice actually spoke. The other was headless, the large Sith Lord having moved faster than their eyes could keep up with. In one of his clawed hands was the mangled skull of his partner. He didn't even get a chance to feel the terror of knowing his friend was killed so easily.

Gnox ripped off his head with a single, savage bite. Blood dripping from his maw the Sith Lord stood tall again, letting both bodies drop beside him. "Many more are on route. A couple of minutes. Shall we head out of the docks to continue this? Or do you prefer to hide behind others, little Sithling?"

 

[PERSENUS]

It wasn't a problem for Persenus. He's faced worse hunger when he was just starting out in the Force, learning it for himself in those pits. He knew that hunger well, but not only for food. He was starved for days on end, the only thing fueling him were whatever they injected into him, and for days after they starved him of that as well. He knew hunger well, he knew that maddening feeling that made him claw at his own skin. He knew what it was like to bite throats out of his enemies out of desperation. What saved him was the Force. Through hunger, through madness in that dank, dark room with constant death happening above him, that he learned the ways of the Force. Gnox's hunger would not faze him in the slightest.

However, upon the arrival of the two, he would let the beast deal with them appropriately. He would rather not waste his energy swathing through guards. He would retract his saber, the crimson blade dissipating back into the hilt as he turned his back. "It is not wise to eat directly before battle, Master Gnox. I would rather not let conflict over stay its welcome. The Jedi are quick-eared around these parts of the galaxy, if you may recall." He began to walk away, back towards the marshlands at a rather leisurely pace.

He knew that in brute force, there would be very little actions that he could take against this behemoth. While it would be difficult and arduous, he figured he could match his physical strength enhanced by the Force blow for blow if he really tried, but his strength would not last long. Still, he remained confident that in his skill and the finesse that he has been training for the last few months would shine through. He was a duelist, primarily.

Gnox the Insatiable

 

[Gnox the Insatiable]

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The mindless hunger born from centuries in the dark. Where only that hunger kept him alive. Denied him death. There was nothing natural about this source of madness. It was inhuman. The beggar who starved to near death could not compare to the starvation of one who should of died. The pain of a slow death as their body devoured itself for any source of nutrients, leaving them weak and hollow. Turning them to naught but bone and skin and still unable to die. It was not as simple at staring at the past.

It was staring into the abyss, that still hungered for more.

"For one who knows my name, you know very little." A much softer, dry chuckle echoed from the beast's throat as his burning red gaze remained on PERSENUS . He followed along back to the marshlands, another chuckle echoing from him. "You're brave, or foolish, to turn your back on me. Though I suppose you must be both to try and turn on the Sith as you had. You will make a delicious meal." Finally, they were back in the marshland. The delicious smell of rot and death returned, making him feel more and more at home. He licked over his still blood stained fangs, turning his gaze to the docks behind them.

"This should be far enough." The behemoth flexed his claws, flicking some lingering gore from them as his gaze turned back to his prey. "Fight and struggle, little Sithling."

 

[PERSENUS]

The nature of whatever madness he was feeling would still not prove to falter Persenus. The inhuman concepts still felt a familiar place in his psyche. He knew what it was like to be reduced to a rabid beast, the have the faculties of yourself reduced to instinct. The only real difference was that Persenus fought against it to be above it, to be more than just a monster.

"Simply put, there is something about you that tells me you aren't the schemer and plotter that takes the chance to attack someone at their lowest. Much of what he knew where the musings of his master, and other masters that he encountered, to speak ill of the ravenous beast. It's why Persenus came to the conclusion that he was below the Sith. "You like to play with your food too much."

And as the battle began, he would be back to the plow stance he had held before, the form of Shii-Cho evident in him. As of late, he had to take battles rather slowly, consider things tactically. Perhaps those battles were preparing him for this. He had a feeling that his usual pressure would not work on this monster. He lighsaber hummed all the same.

His saber was a similar to that of the practitioners of Makashi, though the hilt was too long for use in one-handed dueling, the length getting in the way. Two extra beams pointed outward diagonally, crossguards to catch sabers with. They were useful in combat to a degree Persenus could not overstate, allowing him to block with greater efficiency and disarm opponents with a twist. However, he had a feeling that they would not be of much help. What would be of help were his crystals, channeling the energy of the saber much more efficiently than normal sabers, the beams all burning far brighter and stronger than your normal saber. It was likely that not even Force Weapons would hold up long under their influence.

He awaited for this beast to strike first. He wanted a good sense of how he fought before he makes any assumptions for his offense.

Gnox the Insatiable

 

[Gnox the Insatiable]

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"They taste best when they feel absolute fear, or absolute submission." Another cackling laugh echoed from the beast. His form swelled, the thick muscles wrapped under the black, scar riddled hide tensing and growing. It was obvious what he was doing by how the Dark likewise filled him. Empowering his body, his claws. His teeth. It was unnatural and wrong, even among Sith. It wasn't control, but wild, rampart channeling. Something like this should of consumed his body, rotting it away from within from sheer corruption.

And yet, it was empowering Gnox.

He would be the first to move. Claws under the muck ripped into the ground and stone, finding purchase to send him barreling forward. Fangs bared, claws extended, the lumbering giant pounced for PERSENUS at a speed no one his size should be able to accomplish. The lazy nature of this predator was well earned, if his raw strength wasn't an obvious enough reason.

 

[PERSENUS]

Persenus, over the course of his time in exile, had grown accustomed to such grotesque forms from creatures of the wilds of planets with megafaunal troubles. Yet there was a familiarity to be had in this moment. It reminded him of his firsts fights in the pits. He was mere entertainment, not even a gladiator yet. He and the other captured children were used as food and bait for monsters to chase across, with the last child standing from the monster's onslaught the winner. He survived until the end, obviously, but sometimes he'd take a more proactive role. He still remembers using a shiv he made inside the jails to open up an Acklay's guts. He wasn't fast enough to save his new friend, but he and the three other survivors were left unhamred.

It was like facing down the past for him. Gnox looked like something straight out of those pits. He looked like something that he awaited beyond the metal cages. He and the beast, during both battles in later years, were both starved and drugged. Both of them were ravenous, drawing from the same well of primal power enhanced by whatever chemicals they put inside them both. But this time it wasn't the drugs, and as much as it is paraphrased, it wasn't the hunger. It was the inching darkness the was circulating inside both of them, infecting their psyches deeper to degrade them further and further to offer power.

Such speed, though nearing the limits of normal Jedi predictive capabilities, was well within bounds for Persenus with the near precognitive battle instinct he had separate from the Force granted to him by his lineage. Evade, and counter. He stepped forward but in the direction of his lead leg, diagonally moving pass Gnox's claws to evade as his saber extended in length. In the last moment, his saber flicked downwards, resembling a tail guard, before he brought it up in an upwards slanted slash aimed to perhaps cut the beast in half with his own driving force.

He would turn back towards the beast, keeping his guard firm. That slash he had just delivered would likely have done considerable damage if not evaded. He assumed that his opponent was using Force Weapon on their own body, but his saber was enhanced to deal even more damage than a normal saber. The now two meter long blade would shorten once more to its original size as he would take up another defensive stance to continue their battle.

Gnox the Insatiable

 

[Gnox the Insatiable]

Only one change was apparent in his reckless charge forward. A twist of his body. It wasn't to evade the strike, but to swing the massive claw out to rip through the evading Sith as they passed by. The saber hit home regardless, the smell of singed flesh filling the murky smell of rot and Gnox fell into the water, and stilled. Just for a moment however. The being stood slowly. From where PERSENUS was he wouldn't be able to see it, but the unmistakable sound of intestines spilling into the water echoed over the hum. And yet the beast didn't seem phased. He stood, full of the same strength and hunger as before. As he turned to face the runaway Sith it would be clear why he was still standing.

The fatal strike which should of cut a person in half was already knitting itself together. Worse, the cut wasn't anywhere close to how deep it should be. Persenus was wise to assume the behemoth was using Force Body, but he underestimated the Sith Lord's skill. Such a reckless being wouldn't be considered a Lord if they were easily dispatched in their favored way of fighting. His hide was like that of the dreaded Terentatek, highly resistant to sabers. Enforced by the power forcibly pushed through his veins, it was a wonder he was even cut at all.

A wheezing cackle escaped Gnox as he stood back to his full height, his fangs visible from the twisted grin on his face. In the blink of an eye he was upon the runaway, far faster this time as his pain fueled him. He brought down a massive claw, ready to rend the man from head to toe in a single, powerful swipe.

 

[PERSENUS]

Persenus, sensing the strike coming, would break out into a dodge roll instead. His jedi coat became stained with the muddy ground as he recovered from the roll, back in his Shii-Cho Plow Stance. He had hit, he was sure of it! Yet the Sith Lord was still standing, leaving Persenus, confirming the use of Force Body to enhance his survivability. However, upon the turn of his form, he realized that such abilities were aided by a resistant body. "Chaos...." He muttered under his breath as his saber began to transform.

The hilt extended out, turning into a saber spear with added crossguard. This form doubled his range and increased the speed of his attacks due to the more evenly distributed weight, as well as increasing the power of his strikes through leverage. It wasn't good with blasters, though, and in duels he truly preferred to use the normal form, but this form would serve well in the context of this battle, as range became very important. And along with it, Force Weapon.

Now, he had superior range by at least two meters. He had a larger margin of error to react with, and a longer range to offend. When Gnox attacked once more, he would weave to the outside of his form on that arm, making it so that reaching with his other clawed hand would take longer as it wouldn't be biomechanically efficient. Simultaneously, he would stab at the regenerating would, opting to plunge his saber end into whatever was left of the wound he had caused, now with more strength than before to punch through.

But he knew it would not be enough, and through Force Weapon would blast through a Force Push from the blade of his spear, attempting to cause ripples of the force through Gnox's body to destabilize him further.

Gnox the Insatiable

 

[Gnox the Insatiable]

Once more the beast made no effort to dodge the strike coming his way. His twisted grin remained, the joy clear in his face. He was happy. He was hungry. It was unwise to assume just how fast he could go, or how fast he could react. Gnox was not a mortal. Millions of souls resided in his body, devoured by his voracious hunger. Like the Sith Leviathans he stored their intelligence, growing smarter and smarter. He fought and acted like a wild beast because that was simply more fun. And earned more fear.

The burning red gaze stayed on PERSENUS as he dodged to the side once more, easily tracking his movements without the need for precognition. The grin only grew as the saber thrust forward towards the predictable 'weak spot' on his body. The arm that the runaway had so expertly avoided wasn't useless. Not when he, too, stepped back to let the spear go past. A spear was good at a range, and even good at close, if it wasn't over extended. That inhuman speed would capitalize on the fact the man focused on his own attack, and the beast would reach out to snatch the hilt of the saber and thrust out a clawed hand with the other.

His goal? Well, preferably to take the Sithling by surprise with his quick thinking and impale him upon those deadly claws. But the realistic was to rob him of this fancy weapon.

 

[PERSENUS]

Persenus predicted such advances, Echani Training and Force Precognition working in tandem to allow him to evade the preternatural speed of Gnox. But with his saber already buried inside of him, there wasn't much he could do to evade the grapple to his weapon, but he had one technique that he could use that could perhaps turn the tides. He weaved sideways once more, Gnox needing to overextended to reach over the distance between them measured by his saber now inside him, still giving him enough time to rather easily evade his offense.

He needed to free his blade. Facing this monster without it would be a death wish. There was only one move he knew that could break from such a grip - one that he was particularly good at. He was one of the few masters of it, actually, fit with an unusual level of capability in it even compared to other masters. Using it in tandem with Force Weapon, he would use Force Destruction to send a pulse of powerful Force Energy inside of Gnox, though lesser in range, compressing a smaller amount of power into that area. The hand he had used to grasp was well as the immediate matter inside of Gnox around the blade would face disintegration if he would not pull out immediately and let go of the saber. Either way, Persenus would pull back to escape from the grasp.

Of course, this attack wouldn't be without its risk. As unusually good as Persenus was with the technique, capable of using it with great execution as well as less exhaustion than others with its power, it was still not something he'd use generously. This has been the first time that he had used the technique since Nar Shadda, where he used it to cause so much damage to a building that he could easily use telekinesis to finish the job and collapse it, and that had been well over a year ago, and he wasn't exactly in the best of shape after that, though this was a weaker application of the technique.

Gnox the Insatiable

 

[Gnox the Insatiable]

The infallible perception was quite the surprise for Gnox. Perhaps he shouldn't expect to be able to surprise PERSENUS , but there was something to be said about just how efficient the Knight was. Being able to see what was coming helped, but Gnox's inhuman speed was often too fast for even Jedi to get away from in this close of combat. But it no longer mattered. The familiar feel of Durasteel in his palm was all the behemoth needed to know what to do next.

While the Knight tried to send his destruction up the blade Gnox revealed the true extent of his corruption. Ignoring the fact the blade was currently inside him he clenched his fist and twisted with enough force to shatter the end right off, Force Weapon or not. This of course ripped the plasma inside his body upwards until it fizzled out, carving open his chest. More of what should be inside fell out as the beast stumbled back a step, but sure enough like before the wound would slowly knit itself together. What fell out seemed to instantly rot and disintegrate.

He cackled loudly as he dropped the remains of the emitter from his palm, teeth ever bared. "Run, little Sithling. The thrill of a chase is just as good."

 

[PERSENUS]

Persenus watched in gradually increasing horror as the Sith Lord carved open his own chest. He watched as more and more organs began to spew out, things that were supposed to keep a person alive. How was he supposed to kill this thing? Is it another moment of that it can only be killed with decapitation? If it was, he lacked the tools to do so with good precision. He needed to find a way to kill this beast even with the good end of his saber gone.

He took a dash step back, putting a good three more meters apart between them. As he did, he would twist the remnant of his saber around, revealing another blade on the flip end, though considerably short. Taking advantage of the small moment of respite that the beast called for, he activated the use of the Alchemical Crystal inside to give him an edge on range once more. He swiped once, twice, and thrice, all the while moving backwards steadily, each movement of his saber sending out an arc of lighstaber energy hurling at the slowly recovering monster.

"Stop being stubborn and die." He muttered in frustration, fueling the Dark Side in him along with the anger at the vandalization of his saber. One arc was aimed for his neck but the other two were aimed for the body area, attempting to dig deeper into the open wound.

Gnox the Insatiable

 

[Gnox the Insatiable]

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"It will take something more than you to kill me, little Sithling." It was quickly apparent that Gnox had no desire to protect himself. He stood where he was, taking each slash across his hide. But now, instead of cutting deep and splitting him open, they only marred his fur, burnt his flesh. The beast cackled loudly, his burning red gaze fixed upon PERSENUS . Black smoke rose from his monstrous form as even the wound that split his chest open closed. He made no move to chase after the pale skinned humanoid, though if it was by choice or necessity wasn't entirely clear.

A single hand raised, palm outstretched and pointing towards his prey. The cackling, manic nature Gnox had been giving off faded, replaced by an eerie calm and focus. The same black smoke that had been leeching from his healing wounds now condensed into his palm, forming a sphere of that same color. Not black, more, something that seemed to devour light.

"S̹͉̳̭̖̫͠u̶̱͚͉͕̣t̡̙̠t̖̥̤̗͢a̻̫͕̮ ̦͉͈͜C͙͚̼̩̣̱͓hw̥̣̮i͉̳͎t̷͔̰̪̗u̞s̩̜̹͉̬ͅk҉͉a͓ͅk̢͙͍̭̻̠͕."
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The sphere launched from his palm like a blaster bolt. The Force screamed it's warnings to Persenus to move, warning through his precognition to not try and deflect. For once it was close it detonated, and in an intense flash of heat the area around it would be vaporized. Even the murky water was cut through, as if someone had simply erased a section of the pool. The divot took a moment to be refilled. "Run, Sithling."

 

[PERSENUS]

Not even those did anything! Persenus was running out of options now. He had nothing that could harm him now that his saber was broken. He only had one thing, one thing left. He was hoping it didn't have to come to this. However, as Gnox's vaporizing beam would be fired, he know that he had little choice. He rolled left, a shoot dodge as he took two small orbs from inside his cloak. What were they? Thermal Detonators? Sonic Grenades?

As Persenus hurled them at him, Gnox would come to see they weren't ordinance. They were eggs. They'd explode before contact, likely influence from the Force on Persenus half. Coming out would be hell upon the senses of anyone with the same degree as Gnox's faculties. Spice, salts, dirt, and other irritants would burst out in a cloud around Gnox, blinding him if he would not evade and Persenus expected that he wouldn't, given he hasn't bothered evading anything else before from his saber strikes, let alone eggs.

Those spices should blind Gnox's sight and smell, and if Persenus was lucky, the salt would spice his wounds as well until Persenus can find refuge somewhere. He called upon the Force again, using it to enhance his speed, launching him to the point where he was merely a blur. He was heading back to those docks, running as fast as he could away from the Sith Lord before he could catch up, which even Gnox would find difficult in spite of his own immense speed, knowing Persenus' vast talent and mastery of several enhancing Force Techniques.

Gnox the Insatiable

 

[Gnox the Insatiable]

Gnox did not evade. Perhaps it was his pride, or just a general lack of care for his physical state. A brow did raise curiously once he saw that these 'bombs' were in fact some kind of egg. The cloud of pain that it was blinded the large creature, though not in the traditional sense. Gnox did not rely on his eyes to tell him where his prey was. He relied on his sense of smell, and the use of the Force. His nose, overwhelmed by the spices that even erased the rotting smell of the swamp, left him unable to chase after PERSENUS .

No, not unable. The Sith Lord knew that the only way for the man to escape was to head to the docks, and he could hear the activity there in the distance. The sirens of the police, likely looking for a being of Gnox's description. So he didn't bother. Fighting the Knight and devouring him was no longer worth the hassle it'd become once the local authority got itself involved. Now unmoving his wounds knitted together completely and in mere seconds as he focused on that task alone.

The exiled Sith Knight was strong, far stronger than a Knight had any business being. When the time was right, he would be devoured. And his power would join with Gnox's own. When sight returned the lumbering behemoth set off back towards his own ship. There were other traitors to hunt.