Xavier Vi'dreya
Character
Objective: 1, Sorta
Location: Asteroids
He descended on them like an angry shriek-hawk, the one rising to meet him and the other slinking back. A coward among Mandalorians? How funny. The cultist's beskad struck low, aiming to run him clean through as he bolted forward, a smart move, though ultimately futile as he twisted the spear to knock the blade of course. Xavier acted quickly as he closed the gap, an armored knee shot upwards, catching the zealot in their abdomen, knocking the wind out of them with force-enhanced strength before knocking them to the ground with a telkinetic blast.
They were weak, foolish and arrogant, so confident in their barbaric wa-then the grenade exploded, and force-breaker gas filled the young hybrid's lungs. For a second he looked up to the second Mandalorian, who was undoubtedly sneering at Xavier from behind her visor. He'd been stupid. The grounded Mandalorian kicked outward, Xavier's legs being swept up in the ferocious kick, his head slamming against the ground.
The force could not warn him of danger now, he would have to go on instinct. The half-Umbaran rolled to the side instantly, just as slugthrower rounds tore into the plating he'd been on moments ago. Scrambling to his knees the acolyte looked up to see the beskad wielding warrior coming down on him, blade on course to skewer him through the skull.
Vi'dreya acted quickly, rising up and spinning around the brutish hunter and instantly readying his arm, then loosing his spear. It flew straight into the stomach of the female cultist as she tried to bring the slugthrower to bear. Instead of firing she clutched at the weapon as blood began to spill from the puncture where his spear was now embedded in her. The warrior collapsed and Xavier felt a wave of satisfaction roll over him.
That is until the deafening cry of rage erupted behind him and he felt his body hurled against a bulkhead like a rag-doll, followed by the unmistakable feeling of a blade plunging into his abdomen.
Location: Asteroids
He descended on them like an angry shriek-hawk, the one rising to meet him and the other slinking back. A coward among Mandalorians? How funny. The cultist's beskad struck low, aiming to run him clean through as he bolted forward, a smart move, though ultimately futile as he twisted the spear to knock the blade of course. Xavier acted quickly as he closed the gap, an armored knee shot upwards, catching the zealot in their abdomen, knocking the wind out of them with force-enhanced strength before knocking them to the ground with a telkinetic blast.
They were weak, foolish and arrogant, so confident in their barbaric wa-then the grenade exploded, and force-breaker gas filled the young hybrid's lungs. For a second he looked up to the second Mandalorian, who was undoubtedly sneering at Xavier from behind her visor. He'd been stupid. The grounded Mandalorian kicked outward, Xavier's legs being swept up in the ferocious kick, his head slamming against the ground.
The force could not warn him of danger now, he would have to go on instinct. The half-Umbaran rolled to the side instantly, just as slugthrower rounds tore into the plating he'd been on moments ago. Scrambling to his knees the acolyte looked up to see the beskad wielding warrior coming down on him, blade on course to skewer him through the skull.
Vi'dreya acted quickly, rising up and spinning around the brutish hunter and instantly readying his arm, then loosing his spear. It flew straight into the stomach of the female cultist as she tried to bring the slugthrower to bear. Instead of firing she clutched at the weapon as blood began to spill from the puncture where his spear was now embedded in her. The warrior collapsed and Xavier felt a wave of satisfaction roll over him.
That is until the deafening cry of rage erupted behind him and he felt his body hurled against a bulkhead like a rag-doll, followed by the unmistakable feeling of a blade plunging into his abdomen.