Pain.
Pain and....
Fear....
These sensations flooded the young Knight's mind as he returned to consciousness. He felt his
own fear as he realized how confined he found himself. Lodged in a small crawlspace, a crack in a wall he'd apparently burrowed himself earlier. Then it all came back to him.
The Knight had been searching, investigating the temple, seeking knowledge, and possibly holocrons to bring back to the Silvers. Yes. That was it.... but, the search did not go as intended. He was waylaid by a beast. A monster of horrific proportions, and not just physically! He'd lost his sabers initially in the rush. He
felt them though. The beast flailed about, close by. It wailed as a saber cut into it's flesh. Ryn'Dhal was not alone here. Someone was fighting the beast. It thrashed, toppling a pillar, after which the resulting debris caused his sabers to clatter along, coming to rest a few paces away from the threatened Jedi.
Wrapping a bared hand tightly around the
Sigil he wore his neck, the Knight concentrated,
willing the
Force through his body, purging the lingering 'residue' of the Dark Side, while mending muscles that were torn and injured in his evading of the Leviathan. Feeling the rush of renewed vigor coursing through him, the (normally) masked Knight would emerge from his hiding spot, dust coated and covered in chips and flecks of broken stonework adorning his obsidian fur.
Feth.... he thought to himself, realizing he had been awoken by the beast during reverie, and had not his combat-robes donned. Likely a
shift had occurred, resulting in a loss of attire.
Now free from his hiding spot, he saw the chaos as it was. Three working together to cut the beast down, while one was mounted atop the monster, clinging to it for dear-life. Her control over the situation seemed to be waning. He was un-armed at the moment, and the oppressive presence of the sith-spawn made
feeling his sabers at that proximity nearly impossible. He
focused, his senses sharpening, his muscles tightening, as he prepared, watching, and waiting. His moment to act would come soon....
THERE!!!!
The Jedi Master would have begun losing her grip, as he
reached to her.
Let go, I will take your place Master! he attempted to communicate to her through the
Force. Should any have noticed the black-furred humanoid, which was exceedingly unlikely given the monster they were locked in battle with, they would have been caught off guard by the slender, unassuming form suddenly erupting from its own self, multiplying in mass, becoming a large feline creature.
The Felicatian in his transformed state now possessed a mass greater than the four Jedi combined, and before to barrel forth, speed and reflexes enhanced through the
Force. The Sigil hanging from the great spiked feline's neck helped to enhance these attributes further. Should [member="Rasu Gan"] release from the Leviathan, she would find her position filled almost immediately by the great cat, his powerful, durasteel shredding claws and fangs buried deep into the flesh of the Leviathan. Would it be enough? The felacatian karking hoped it was!
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