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Faction It Started with a Hunt-Mando's Welcome

Tags: Torrack Torrackstur Torrack Torrackstur Forjund Australis Forjund Australis

Five seconds. That was how long it took everything to go belly up. Venku didn't know weather to be surpised it happened so quickly or annoyed that it happened at all.
One second. The vorskr charged towards then, their long legs eating up the distance. Bellow him, the human made their way to the top of an old farm house, leaving the gamorean warrior exposed bellow. Slinging his riffle onto his back, Venku's clawed feet dug into the wood of the tree as he adjusted positions.

Two seconds. The creatures were almost on top of them. Clots of dirt flew through the air, kicked up by their huge paws. HE could hear them speaking, a mix of growls and yips. They were mad, it was written all over their body language. They wouldn't stop. That was plain to see.
Three seconds. Torrack stood directly in their path, raining down fire as they came. He wouldn't drop them, not alone. Venku had to do something. He was doing something. His arms, freed from the gun and the tree shot forward, leaving him hanging by his feet alone. Expertly, he spun his weight so that he was hanging upside down, claws digging into the wood of the branch.

Four seconds. Above him, the distance closed between the vornskr and their prey. He wouldn't let them have him. With a wrench of his arms and a tug on the force, Torrack began to fall towards the tree. He knew logically, that the gamorean was really flying up, but hanging like this, it was easier to focus when thinking of gravity as inverted.

Five seconds. Teeth snapped at the air, barely missing armored heals. The beasts growled and barked at their fleeing prey. They would not have him. The armored body of the gamorean landed heavily on a thick branch, leaving him fifteen feet off the ground and forty feet above Venku. Blood pounded in Venku's ears, due in no part to the position he held. That had been too close.

Still hanging upside down, Venku sent out a baster shot for the eye of a smaller vornskr. It fell with a yelp, pinning another of its pack beneath it. That one wasn't long to follow, a similar shot to the eye. Naturally golden eyes flicked beneath the helm, locking onto his prey with the intensity of a born hunter.
 

Allies: K Kaine Australis Venku Bralor Venku Bralor Forjund Australis Forjund Australis
It was good to have comrades that could be relied on, , it seemed the force sensitive mandalorian among the group would properly intervene. While a juggernaut, it didn't hurt that the rally master was receiving support in this manner. Of the pack attacking them, many began to start falling, except for that bloody alpha that just wouldn't go the feth down. A force of nature, the creature would attempt to ram the old farmhouse that sprinting fiercely at the young human just trying not to get stomped by these bloody predators. Such was the glory of the hunt, and its thrill, allowing many to experience adrenaline rushes from danger. This would be a character builder for the more inexperienced warrior in comparison to the rally master. With a wrathful voice the gamorean would squeak and hoink loudly due to the commotion and noise being caused by these sodding predators. "HOINK HOINK THE LITTLE ONES CANT GET US, SQUEAK SQUEAK FOCUS ON THE BIG ONES! SQUEAKY SQUEAKY THE OTHERS WILL RUN WITH THEIR TAIL BETWEEN THEIR LEGS! HOINK HOINK HOINK HOINK HOINK" .

Focused on this new target while relatively safe, the veteran would begin firing at will with his heavy repeater. The blaster bolt's mostly aimed for the legs to slow down the monstrous beast. Buying time for his protégé that he had been taking on, Forjund had potential, he just needed to be trained. Trial by fire like this would allow him to get past his fears. In a way this fight was beautiful, art even, only capable of being painted by warriors of great skill. Who better then the greatest and most legendary in the galaxy? Like all legendary mandalorian tales, it always started with dangerous creatures that would inevitably be killed. These three individuals in the future would be destined for great things, and many would remember this being their first meeting. The repeater continued raining down hard on its target, with the crude boar focused as ever.

If the others in this battle followed along, it would not matter how tough the hide of this creature is, it would go the fuck down. This would mean that Torrack and the group with him would win the bet against K Kaine Australis . Killing the mighty beast before he could find the damned troubled maker.

 
Seeing the large beast and its motley pack preparing to charge his position, and most likely demolish it he realized he had to act fast. Pulling out his two DP-02s with well practiced speed and aiming them at the Alpha he fired, the first 7 shots hit the beast directly. He watched it go down with a satisfied grin, what he did not realize in his moment of victory was that the rest of the pack had begun their charge towards the building. Nipping, snarling and biting at each other the large beasts smashed through the building, turning the walls to splinters and sending Forjund flying towards the ground. He hit the floor with a thud, scrambling for balance he found a chair to push himself up off of. Turning around, pistols in hand he saw the Voskir leaping towards him, desperately pulling the trigger he managed to fire off half a dozen rounds into the pack before being knocked to the ground.


Feeling the snarling mass of creatures above him trying to grasp him, snarling, scratching and biting their own in the fight that had taken place, feeling around for anything that could be of use his hands came to rest on a large sharp piece of metal, probably a warped door bracket. Driving it upwards he slashed and stabbed in a wild frenzy that befalls warriors and madmen, "TORRACK, SOMEBODY HELP" he yelled, but to his ears no apparent response came, only the savage fighting of the beasts above him. He felt one of their claws finally get a grip onto his Beskar'am digging deeply and fixating itself into the armor. He needed help, and fast.
 

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