Duel Galactic Kaggath Round 1: Maestus vs Jacen Breska

[Mauve]

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The arena floor rumbled and shook, the entire surface sliding open like a missile silo to reveal… an enormous Wroshyr tree rising up from the lower levels. It towered so high that its upper branches crested the arena and stood nearly eye level with the skybox. It sat upon a grassy, fern littered field. Amid the ferns, shapes prowled. Dangerous predators. Vornskrs. Force hunting beasts.

The boughs of the Wroshyr tree criss-crossed, forming limbs as wide as Coruscanti skywalks that the combatants could duel upon.

Droids hovered in the air around the tree, some with cameras, but many projecting interlinking rayshields so that the duelists could not interfere with the duels of the others. Of course… ray shields could always fail.

If any of the combatants fell to the ground far below, they risked being set upon by the vornskrs.

The announcers’ disembodied voice cut through as the combatants took their places on the boughs of the tree. “Honoring those who fell in the Battle of Kashyyyk between the One Sith and Republic, so many years ago, I give you the FIRST ROUND of the GALACTIC Kaggath!”

“Facing off in the Wroshyr, we have the Lethal Lethan, the Infamous, the Wanted, the Bloooodpaaainter. MAESTUS!”

“And her opponent, fighting for BESPIN GAS! The suuuuupeeeer trooooopeeeer. JACEN. BRESKA!”

"CHALLENGERS! BEGIN!"

Maestus | Jacen Breska

 

[Jacen Breska]

K A G G A T H ​

WEARING:: Halcyon Armour | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield
EQUIPMENT: MAIN WEAPONRY: VW 864 Maser Rifle | LK-Sweeper Shotgun | Sunshot Pistol | Shiva Knife |
ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 3x Ravenous Grenades | 2x Kushute Grenades | 1x Ion Grenade | 1x Flash Grenade | 1x Incendiary Grenade
LOCATION: :: Ruusan - Arena ::
TAG: Maestus

She gets all of these names and the best they had for me is 'super trooper'? Whatever. Doesn't matter. Win enough of these, they can add Champion to my name.

Jacen exhaled deeply as he readied himself and tried to control the anxiety growing in his chest. He stared straight ahead towards his foe, a red-skinned Twilek adorned in tattoos with a look that could kill and the power to prove it. CT-312 gets a nice fuzzy dog-creature to fight and Jacen gets the perfect embodiment of everything he hated and feared in the Sith. Some would consider that to be a tad unfair. Perhaps a bit rigged. They had to justify why they all seemed to think she was a runner up to win the tournament and he was merely the Dark Horse? And a RUNNER UP AT THAT?


"If anyone's anyone's opponent," he said, calling out to whoever cared to listen, "She's mine," then, directing his response only to her, "You're in my way, freak," he spat.

He toggled the Halcyon armour's repulsor pack to stay reliably on standby. At this height and with her ability to use the Force, the last thing Jacen wanted was to be thrown off the tree or tossed around. Staying able to, at least somewhat, control himself if his feet left the stable ground gave Jacen even more comfort and confidence in this fight. Securing John Locke 's support could very well have meant the difference between victory and defeat as far as defensive equipment went. For purely offensive? He was thankful for the ghosts of the past, providing him his Maser rifle and his trump card.

Jacen took one final deep breath before he pulled one of the Kushute Grenades from his chest and primed it. Then, he programmed the grenade to form a net before he broke forward into a sprint, seeking to close the gap between the two competitors before throwing the grenade forward. Using the momentum of the movement to carry his body forward, Jacen rolled over himself and rose to a knee before he sighted his opponent and pulled the trigger on the Maser twice, sending two bolts of the maser projectile lancing through the sky towards his target.



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[Mauve]

The announcer appeared on screen and started screaming something about no official bespin gas endorsement intended.

 

[Maestus]

Ruusan
A...Tree...Aight
Jacen Breska

Well this was not the scenario she had pictured when she entered this...Farce. When news began of the Kaggath, to say she had a mixed reaction would mute the intensity of said mixed thoughts. Anything for a credit, even monetizing a ritual such as the Kaggath. If she was on her deathbed, she may finally confess some jealousy for not having thought of it first. As she thought deeper, her curiosity started to perk up. How it had come to fruition was of keen interest, as most Sith tend to regard the Kaggath a most sacred of rite. A sick thought crossed her mind as she considered the various avenues a true Kaggath could be using at any given moment.

Still, she entered the farce. The location sealed the deal for her. Ruusan held some interest to her for various reasons, least of its historical significance as well ecological interests. Science never rests.

Which is how she found herself in the arena studying the aforementioned Super Trooper Jacen Breska . As the Announcer called things to order, Maestus took her opponent. She didn't need any assistance from the Force to feel the hunger driving him. Learning what he hungered for would require experimentation. A hungry opponent was a very deadly opponent. Hunger can propel one to incredible feats. Or incredible foolishness. She intended to see what kind of hunger drove the Super Trooper.

She stood flat footed, occasionally shifting her weight easily kept on the balls of her feet. For all the grandeur in her announcement, Maestus did not resemble it much. Crimson skin with runic markings etched in black, her Lekku shifted at her knees. Her trusty ole boots that have seen her from Mustafar to Csilla and Cademimu V scuffed the dirt. No fancy robes or armor, she wears a tank top and loose fitting cargo style pants. There is a single hilt sticking from a pocket of her pants. Maestus Fury, her lightwhip handcrafted a long, long time ago.

Super Trooper wasted no time. She had a solid appreciation for time management and efficiency. Work smarter, not harder. As Jacen broke for her, her weight shifted more evenly as her stance widened, her right foot sliding just a touch behind. She watched, patient as he closed the gap. Feckin hell, he was fast.

Seeing him with the grenade, she quickly considered the possibilities and her options. Without knowing what type it was, knowing the exact counter was problematic to say the least. That left her few possible options. And did he just pull...Shit! The Maser kinda made her decision for her. The grenade would clean up whatever the Maser didn't so clearly there was only direction available.

Her body prepped, she waited...waited...With an explosion, her knees bent and she leapt from the arena floor. Propelling herself with the Force, she caught hold of a branch from the Wroshyr tree and swung herself firmly on top it. Squatting down, she beckoned Jacen with a hand, motioning to the amazing creation they beheld.

Let's climb a tree, Super Trooper​

 

[Mauve]

"Wow look at this, that droid is swooping in pretty low there," muttered the announcer.

The droid did indeed swoop low, something detaching from its underside to fall right in front of Breska.

"Some sort of... bracelet," the announcer mused, "Huh. You'd have thought he could have just entered the fight wi- I MEAN UH. WOW. LOOK AT THAT! SOMEONE'S BENEFACTOR SHOWING SUPPORT!"

Maestus Jacen Breska

 

[Jacen Breska]

K A G G A T H ​

WEARING:: Halcyon Armour | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield
EQUIPMENT: MAIN WEAPONRY: VW 864 Maser Rifle | LK-Sweeper Shotgun | Sunshot Pistol | Shiva Knife |
ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 3x Ravenous Grenades | 1x Kushute Grenades | 1x Ion Grenade | 1x Flash Grenade | 1x Incendiary Grenade
LOCATION: :: Ruusan - Arena ::
TAG: Maestus

Jacen watched with a frown as the Sith woman jumped up and away, easily distancing herself from the Kushute. The grenade erupted, as planned, into a sticky/solid substance that securely trapped a poor defenseless portion of Wroshyr tree.

One wasted, he scowled silently, pushing up from his knee and tracking her movements in the canopy.
"That's what I get I guess," he shrugged a shoulder, "Wouldn't'a been that easy but oh, could you have imagined?" He smiled under his helmet, "Remember how great that move was? Sure do, son, Wow that Jacen. Whatta guy." He chuckled and exhaled as he strode towards the tree, "Anyway. Back to it." He gave the goopy Kushute net a lazy kick where it sagged in its useless heap, then turned his focus back to the canopy.


"Hmph."

He looked around and spied a convenient path up the various branches of the tree. Just as he was about to commit to a plan of attack, a small droid approached and dropped a bracelet down in front of him with a barely audible clink against the wood. Jacen eyed the droid as it flew away, then cautiously approached the bracelet as it lay on the ground.

Jacen squinted. "A bracelet?" he asked rhetorically.
"...What the-, why-" he muttered as he kicked at it. Satisfied it wasn't about to blow, he stooped and picked it up

"What is this?" He said, holding it up to the cameras and the crowd. "Some message that you think I don't accessorize enough?!"

Jacen grumbled and adjusted his rifle in his hands before slapping the bracelet on over his gauntlet, "There," he muttered, shaking his head, "Freaks."

He shook his head and looked up at the camera again, "Oh. Uh. Bespin Gas. First or...Myeh..." The words trailed off half-heartedly with no conviction in them. "And uh." he furrowed his brow, "...What was the other one?" He looked up at Maestus , then back at the cameras, "Whatever. Thanks, I'll..." he sighed and shook his head in frustration before muttering, "...do the other ones when I win."

Satisfied that he'd done enough to appease his new corporate overlords, Jacen returned his attention to the task at hand.

He couldn't let her dictate the pace. Letting himself get lost up in the foliage? Able to be attacked from any angle? It'd be an easy win for her. He hmm'd in thought as he strategized, contemplated his plan of action.

He might just have to do it, he thought, press his attack. Elsewise they'd just sit here and stare at each other. If she wasn't going to attack...

"Climbing trees..." he muttered, then yelled out, "What are you? Twelve?!" He started approaching the trunk of the tree, keeping his eyes dead set on her. "You want to play queen of the treetops that's fine by me. But!" he said, bringing his rifle back to his eye and sighting the branch she perched up on.

"...Do it on your time. Not mine," he muttered as he squeezed the trigger again, sending another quick twin lances of Maser screaming through the air as they flew towards her, then the second he recovered from the recoil, Jacen sprinted towards the Tree trunk, jumping up and engaging his repulsorpack as he looked to close the distance again, making sure to try to keep an eye on his foe for as long as he could.

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[Maestus]

Ruusan
A Twi'Lek and a Super Trooper Climb a Tree
Jacen Breska

From her perch on the branch, flame-rimmed eyes studied Jacen's reaction to her circus acrobatics. As he muttered about couldn't be that easy, she raised both her hands in a "Hey, what can I tell ya" kinda way with an expression of feigned innocence.

His ability to improvise, adapt and overcome was scrutinized carefully. Would he allow her easy escape to effect him, and how? You really increased your chance of success with a little homework to prepare. Measure twice, cut once. And when you cut, it must be precise and surgical. Efficient. She did prize efficiency.

So intent was her focus on Jacen that the droid wasn't detected until it had released its cargo. What was this...Hunger Games? So Super Trooper with a very serious loadout already was getting gifts from above. Interesting indeed. Just who -was- the Super Trooper? Her appetite for discovery went from peckish to FEED ME SEYMORE in a heartbeat. Strategy shifted around as she pondered possible options.

And then the damn Maser was hoisted again. Would she be lucky enough that he was merely aiming to bring the branch down, sending her back to solid ground and away from the Wroshyr leaves and branches that offered some protection? Nope, he was gunning for her. Sum queen.

Down was not going to help her any. To the left was the branch's end. The right and up, more tree. Tipping her head upwards she swiftly took in the best vertical route as her end game began to coalesce. She would need time and space so her first move became clear. Lacking any of the grace her species is renowned for, Maestus just throws her body to the right. She'd taken too many precious seconds figuring her next steps out, leaving no time to do anything but the minimum to just not die.

Immensely grateful for how fethin' girthy the branches are, she lands a couples meters closer to the tree's trunk to her right. With her next breath she cursed the same sturdiness as her face, nack and shoulders caught gashes as she crashed through them, landing in a rough and awkward barrel roll. Hissing in pain and rage, she lifted a hand to her face, her left cheek. She felt sticky warmth and drew back her hand. Thick, viscous dark blood covered her fingertips thanks to a deep and jagged tear running from just below the eye down to her upper lip. Blood was running freely into her mouth and her tongue tip touched it. The taste of copper brought an immediate tang to her senses. Like the lightswitch just got flipped.

Finding her feet quickly she looked for Jacen. Her crash through the branches had given him precious seconds of advantage and Maestus was well aware what could happen in such a short span of time.

12 at heart, sure. Loosen up, Super Trooper, and you might just have some fun along the way.

She flexed the fingers on her left hand, splaying them open. As they were extending, the hilt in her pant's pocket slid free and nestled firmly within its mistress palm. Curling her fingers, she watched Jacen ascend. Great, he could fly. What couldn't he do, she mused silently. While her goal was not kill Jacen, she certainly wasn't opposed to a lil maiming. All in the name of Science.

Whip in hand yet unactivated for now, she shifts her focus from Jacen to the branches and leaves all along his path. Raising her right hand, a leaf erupts from its place nestled on the branch. Deciding to up the ante a touch, Maestus channeled more of her will into the spinning leaf as it whistles through the air on its vertical axis, increasingly the velocity and thus the potential impact damage.

She didn't wait to see how it all turned out, she had things to do. With the lead speeding towards Jacen, she bends low in her knees. Knowing she needs to put time between them, she went for a vertical obstacle course. Above and to the left was a tangle of smaller branches and leaves that formed something akin to a ladder or net. Something climbable. This was a tree. Trees needed climbin'. With a controlled push of the Force Maestus leapt upwards. This time smart enough to put her left arm in front of her face.

Impacting against the sturdy Wroshyr with a lengthy groan as the air was beaten out, she lost time gasping like a fish for air while she berated herself for improper planning. Soon as she could swallow and had her breath, her right hand with a firm grip, she scanned below to see where Jacen was and what other tricks lay in wait. ​

 

[Jacen Breska]

K A G G A T H ​

WEARING:: Halcyon Armour | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield | Aredian Amulet
EQUIPMENT: MAIN WEAPONRY: VW 864 Maser Rifle | LK-Sweeper Shotgun | Sunshot Pistol | Shiva Knife |
ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 3x Ravenous Grenades | 1x Kushute Grenades | 1x Ion Grenade | 1x Flash Grenade | 1x Incendiary Grenade
LOCATION: :: Ruusan - Arena ::
TAG: Maestus

Jacen continued his ascension up the tree as he hopped from branch to branch, aided by the repulsor pack built in to his provided armor. Unsurprisingly his opponent didn't just let herself get shot and opted to continue ascending upwards into the tree.
Works for me, he thought to himself, Get yourself higher up into the brush, witch, I got somethin' for ya.

As he kept his attention split, half on following her movements and half on making sure his own were executed properly, a glint of movement that could have been explained away as wind caught his eye. Mid jump, he spotted a leaf spinning towards him at speed. He initilizaed the boosters on the side of the pack and adjusted, moving himself out of the way of the spiraling killer leaf, but the object still struck onto his shoulder. The impact, while in the air, was enough to knock him off course and caused the shield to flare slightly.

Witha grunt, Jacen dropped down to a branch below him and looked up again, trying to reacquire her.

"Leaves?!" He yelled up at the tree, having lost sight of her with the distraction. "Oh we're throwing leaves now?!" Jacen grumbled in annoyance and continued to scan the tree, looking for any sign of his foe, "leaves..." he muttered as he searched.

A flash of movement caught his eye, and the contact lenses he wore enhanced his vision, zooming in to confirm. "There you are," he said quietly to himself. His opponent spotted, Jacen quickly re-strategized.

He knew she was going to keep going up. If throwing leaves was her master stroke, there were plenty up there to choose from. But. What if there wasn't? Jacen looked down at his belt and eyed the incendiary grenade, then looked up at the dense foliage above them.
What if there was no cover for her to hide in? Nothing to throw?

Fine. Burn the cover. Strip the canopy. Turn her terrain into a liability.

"Every second you're in this tree you think you're winning huh?" he called out to her as he readied himself, engaging his repulsor pack to it's full capacity, "Okay. Let's take that from you."

Jacen sprinted towards the trunk of the tree and engaged the pack, launching himself upwards as he pulled the incendiary grenade and primed it.

"C'mon, c'mon!" Jacen willed the pack to push him higher, push him faster. Jacen kicked the repulsor pack to full, blasting upward in a rush of heat and speed. His arm cocked back with the primed incendiary, just as he reached the level below her perch. At the peak of his arc, just before the climb gave way to the fall, Jacen hurled the grenade into the mass of branches above her position, cutting off her escape before it could start.
Then gravity took him.

He twisted, kicked the repulsors again to slow his descent, and watched the sky above them ignite.

The flames spat out in a beautiful red-orange plume that covered the area above her in flame. The leaves and smaller branches quickly became kindling for the small but growing fire. Jacen watched, a smile creeping across his face underneath his helmet, before he looked down and aimed for a branch to land on.

"THERE'S YOUR BESPIN GAS! HAHA!" He roared with glee, staring up at the fireball.
"Where ya gonna go now, huh?" He asked rhetorically, the smile never leaving his face, as his feet found solid footing and he raised the Rifle back to his eye. Another two blasts in quick succession raced towards Maestus. Force her to move, force her to adapt, see what she does when her path upwards is literally in (some) flames.

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[Maestus]

Ruusan
Wroshyr Bonfire
Jacen Breska

"Leaves" he shouted in what sounded to her like disbelief. She had hoped he found some scant bit of humor in their "deadly" environment but it seems today was joy the day. His ranting about leaves did bring a satisfied smile to her face. Super Trooper busied himself with getting facing the right way and finding her, and after quickly tracking him visually, she climbs the net of branches like a spider monkey on spice. It was a short climb to her target, the remnant ledge of a branch broken long ago. It extended about 20 meters or so out from the trunk. It was from this ledge that she observed her opponent as he adapted and set a new strategy into play.

With a frown, Maestus took note of another grenade appearing in his hand. How many did he have hidden away? Explosives never being an area of interest, any chance of identifying what the effect was going to be could prove hazardous to her health. Big difference between a flashbang and a thermal detonator, kids, just don't ask Maestus to tell them apart. It was the damn Maser she was more concerned with anyways. So as Jacen accelerated closer, she watched to see what was coming first: Grenade or Gun.

She had counted on the grenade first to flush her out, rapidly followed by well aimed shots from the Maser to finish the job. But when the grenade went over her head to the branches above, she was perplexed. Until the flames erupted.

As she watched the grenade land and ignite the leaf canopy above, as the flames forced their way into existence and devoured the leaves to spread and grow...The world slipped away for Maestus. A Wroshyr is one if the largest, densest trees in the galaxy. Interconnected and woven together where there is no beginning of one or end of another. The flames from the grenade expanded with a frightening urgency. The heat generated from the chemical components of the grenade were designed for maximum impact, and the poor Wroshyr paid dearly.

Maestus though, she was worlds away. Physically, she stood on that ledge, the hilt of her lightwhip grasped firmly in her left hand. The raging flames around her triggered the memory what is the single most pivotal moment in her long life. Massive heat was generated in mere seconds as each and every leaf in the searing path was devoured. It was the intensity of the flames and heat that combined to trigger a memory she was loathe to let see the light of day. One that formed the very core of who she was.

She was on Mustafar, long ago yet she could feel the rolling waves of such intense and pure heat. She could see the ruins of Fortress Vader looming high overhead, glaring down at her with contempt. The very ledge she'd stood upon at the fateful gathering of Sith, where lines had been clearly drawn. The acrid stench of boiling lava burned her nostrils as she inhaled it deep within her. Her blood started to churn as the searing vapors mixed with thick viscous fluid. As it spread through her veins, a searing pain developed as nerves long dormant explode into life once again. Something was waking up inside her, roused from its deep slumber from the sudden inferno Maestus stood within.

Had Jacen thrown something other than fire, had the canopy not erupted into flame and spread into a wildfire, they both would've walked away from this unscathed for the most part. Maybe Super Trooper would've managed to have some fun along the way. But the flames awoke an aspect Maestus put great effort into subduing over time. Even she could not get it back in it's box. Too many years in the lab, countless experiments and months at a time spent in research. Use it or lose, and she had definitely lost it. Sorry Super Trooper.

As her vision cleared and she was fully aware once more, her eyes shifted to Jacen as he made his descent. He may be wearing a helmet and his face hidden, but Maestus had little doubt but she was looking at the place on his helmet right between her gaze and his eyes. As the flames licked at her clothes, she didn't move. Jacen would start to feel sensations within his very mind, as Maestus took the kid gloves off. The fire within demanded it. Wielding the Force with all the force of a sledgehammer at terminal velocity guided with surgical precision. She had no concern for his comfort, she was after his memory. The most effective tool was never a weapon despite what any self respecting arms smuggler will tell you. It was, is, and always shall be, information. And so it was she reached back to a technique she was quite familiar with and extremely skilled in: Memory Walk

She would twist, turn and uproot every bit of Jacen's mind if necessary. With steadily increasing force of pressure from her will augmented by the Force, Jacen's worst fears were available to her. She would have her choice of memories to torment him with over and over and over, until madness finally takes over.

And then flames burnt the tip of one Lekku, a painful reminder to remain aware of all her surroundings, lest the flames consume her because she had tunnel vision. She blinked. And blinked again. Jacen, without warning, would find his mind empty all of a sudden. The pressure, the memories, it was all just stopped and she vacated his mind. As a deep sense of irony set into her chest, she stepped off her ledge and let herself fall. It had been her very first lesson as his apprentice. When your master throws you off a cliff and says yolo, it's amazing how quickly your fight-or-flight kicks in. There was no flight in her so she had to learn how to pull the Force to her to slow her descent. She didn't have a repulsorpack but she managed to land on the same branch as he. She stood a good distance from him, but given they both had ways of closing the gap quickly, it was moot really.

Without warning, the hilt in her left erupted as a dazzling deep crimson whiptail formed. As the tail curled round her feet, she looked on the Super Trooper a moment then turned her gaze to the crowd around them. After a heartbeat or two of silence passed, her eyes found his once more. Up close now, he could see the glowing amber centers surrounded with edges of flashing, flickering flames.

Ask and ye shall receive

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[Jacen Breska]

K A G G A T H ​

WEARING:: Halcyon Armour | Contact Lenses | Wrist Mounted APG | Ancile Shield | Aredian Amulet
EQUIPMENT: MAIN WEAPONRY: VW 864 Maser Rifle | LK-Sweeper Shotgun | Sunshot Pistol | Shiva Knife |
ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENT: 3x Ravenous Grenades | 2x Kushute Grenades | 1x Ion Grenade | 1x Flash Grenade | 1x Incendiary Grenade
LOCATION: :: Ruusan - Arena ::
TAG: Maestus

The fire spread rapidly, and she did not move. His blasts seared the air past her, and she did not move. Her attention seemed divided. She kept her eyes locked on the flames. It seemed to Jacen, even at this distance, that the sight was triggering something for her. And when her eyes focused on him, a renewed sense of hatred seemingly emanating from them, he knew he must have been right.

His goal was to provoke something. It must have worked. He held her gaze, his weapon lowering from his eyes as they locked eyes, even through his faceplate.
...For a moment, Jacen felt it. Not pain, not memory either...but something brushing against the edges of thought. A knock with no door to open.
Then...nothing. Whatever that was, that presence, it didn't get in.
Jacen didn't know what just happened, but he knew whatever it was wasn't as bad as it could have been. He wasn't sure if she had tried anything, or if that pressure in his mind was just some anxiety. It didn't matter. The pressure was gone almost the moment it began as the fire reached her, singing her lekku slightly.

That brought her back to reality. She looked again at Jacen as if seeing him for the first time, then stepped off her perch as the flame threatened to engulf it. She dropped down to the same branch Jacen was on and ignited her weapon.

That's not a lightsaber, Jacen thought to himself, taking a step back, that's not a lightsaber at all.
The same basic...foundation was there. A metal-ish hilt that concealed an energy blade. But the blade wasn't a blade, it was more fluid then that. No rigidity, no form. Complete and utter chaos. Not at all the elegant weapon a lightsaber was supposed to be.

No matter, he thought, steeling himself, same rules. Don't let the glowie touch you. Easy.

It made the next part of his strategy a bit more perilous. Her range was greater, and that weapon was impossible to predict. But now she was able to be engaged. Keeping his eyes locked firmly on hers, Jacen reached over, attaching the Maser rifle to his back, in the same breath pulling the Shotgun so generously provided by Locke and Key out and holding it with both hands.

"You looked like you forgot where you were for a second. Don't worry, I'll remind you, but wherever you went? I hope it hurt, witch," he spat, putting as much venom into the words as he could.

Get close. Come closer, give me all you got, he thought to himself, get her mad. Madder. One step too close and she meets the Ravenous.

"I thought you were going to do a magic trick for me, you looked awful upset," he cocked his head to the side, putting on a mockingly sarcastic tone of voice, "did I make you mad? Oh I so sorry," he shook his head and shrugged a shoulder, then looked at his new jewelry on his wrist, "Hey, you think this stopped whatever it was you wanted to do?" He looked back at her and clicked his tongue, "Rough. Y'know, if you took it seriously from the jump instead of climbing a tree, your little trick probably would have worked." He sighed again and raised his shotgun, "Oh well."

He pulled the trigger, sending a wave of shot screaming towards her.

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