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| Location | Daro, Outer Rim Territories
| Objective | I - Take The City
A terrible wail of destruction howled across the battlefield, a ravenous beast released with deadly intent. Its claws, tipped with metal shards from the underworld, scraped and tore through mortal walls, leaving the ruins of a people broken by the clash of greater powers. Their ideals and morals lost to the rabid nature of war, a violence that could only consume, just as the buzzsaw screeched its howl of death.
Thunder forged of steel and might, struck back and silenced the howl. A crack of mortar echoed like lightning in its wake.
In a heartbeat, stretched a hiss of pain and suffering that could not be contained within a single man, as two warriors struggled to stand, terribly mortal in the seconds that followed. The initiative dangled between them, a promise of the end, if only one was able to reach out and grasp it.
Yet, not all ends are final.
On another field, where the pen sliced with the finesse of a blade, warriors of a different type decided the fate of Daro. At least, for today.
An end. But not the end.
With a glance over his visor and the overview of his wargear, Itzhal crawled to his feet, his hands pushing past rubble and clinging to the ashes of all he'd destroyed in the pursuit of victory. A hollow sensation, a failure brewed of misjudgements and hesitations that seeped into the pores of his skin, the components of a promise not yet made. His hunt had not brought him the success he desired. Nor had it brought the failures he feared as his eyes trailed over the status of his allies, and the survivors that remained to hear Warmaster Kuryida.
Itzhal stood, dusted pieces of brickwork sloughing off the plates of tarnished beskar, then, with orders in his ears and the threats of murder left to linger in the air, the Mandalorian left. His steps were a whisper, gentle like the wind until they carried him to his perch, where wings of fire lifted him over the horizon.
Where he'd once lain, there was nothing more than fractured silence.
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Laphisto
