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[Raxtos]

OBJECTIVE: KILL
Location: Getting closer....
Loadout: Old blaster pistol- 5 shots. Grapple hook and cord.
Status: Gleeful​

Something was very wrong.

Raxtos wrestled in the dirt with a Maw Warhound, rejoicing in the way the animal strived desperately to latch its teeth around his throat. Why was he enjoying this? He'd finally gotten his own ship, made a real friend, and now it was all going to end here on this ugly scar of a world. Shouldn't he be terrified? Desperate? Angry?

But he was angry. He was furious. And that was exactly why this-

He snapped the mad animal's neck with his bare hands.​

felt so damn good.​

Standing, the young man took a deep bracing breath of that toxic Avidich air. When had he stopped coughing? When had the ash in the air become like sweet fragrance to his senses? The poison festering in his body felt like a drug burning in his veins. He wanted to run, he wanted to fight, he wanted to kill something else. Where was this energy coming from?

An enormous wall of storm ate at the horizon, and Raxtos regarded it as if it were fine art. Death, marching on. Unstoppable. But he needed to be faster. Not to escape the storm, but to beat it to the others. It would be no fun if the storm did all the killing today. He needed to find prey.

A scream blasted through the wasteland to Raxtos' ears, and a surprised smile leapt to his face. He knew that sound. Not that voice, no, but the sound....

An idea came to him then, as a sulfurous fire began to smolder in his eyes. Forget pathetic prey, this was far more interesting. I'm not the only one who's this angry.

The source of the scream couldn't have been far; it was in the general direction of that huge blue smoke plume. Running like a jackal on the hunt, the young thief set off, leaving the hound's shattered corpse to twitch in the dust.

Maestus I hear you​

 

[Venn Kolis]

 

[Llorum El'dar]

But he was angry. He was furious. And that was exactly why this-

He snapped the mad animal's neck with his bare hands.​

felt so damn good.​

 

[Venn Kolis]

​

Darth Ophidia did not move her eyes from her acolyte and his struggle, but watched him like a hawk-bat watches for prey. It was uncertain if she could hear him over the din of the slaughter, but the way her presence radiated over them was near tangible. She was like a beacon of darkness illuminating one burgeoning conflict. The sensation would perhaps be familiar to Alisteri as she had lended him strength before, but this time her focus did not aid or impair him.

It just was just present, like a glass of water just out of reach.

The only thing that made the focus weaken was the approach of another master. Her hand casually ran over her sleeve as Maliphant approached, but fell back into its position when he spoke. While did not turn or tense up, her presence was like that of a coiled viper. It was true that their domains rarely clashed. If anything, one most often supported the other.

She took a moment to look away from her apprentice and acknowledge Maliphant.

"He has spent too much time among soldiers and too little among his peers." Her eyes turned back down to the pit "He has much to learn."

The ashen woman's head cocked lightly to the side as the pale man pointed out a hopeful that had caught his attention, and winced when that very man was struck to the ground by another of the acolytes.

"Are you certain?" Her hairless eyebrows furrowed "Well he does show a certain will to live."

She looked to Maliphant again, then down at Alisteri. Her attention had never fully left him, even though she had conversed with Maliphant and observed the others.

 

[Venn Kolis]

He wouldn't follow, but beyond the portal of the door would be Maliphant, standing near one of the far bookcases and looking within it. He wore long black robes that fell just short of his ankles - angling themselves with ornamental golden lining. White hair in a long braid down his back made him stand out as an Arkanian, but his gaze was frightful. His head turned, and Xzinn would see two phrik orbs where eyes should be - with no discernable pupil to see.​