Justice
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pOcaMXfkGiA
Location: The Throne room
Engaging: [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Equipment: In sig.
Objective: Murder the Emperor.
Hell itself erupted from beneath. Sent hurling toward the wall, flesh sparking with crimson pains to surge within each muscle fiber. It was only through the perception of a Gen'dai did Kezeroth see what had just occurred. It was true. The rumors of the Emperors toy, was true. Attacking directly was a mistake. Apon the Gen'dais return to the Sith Empire he had did his best to act as he had in the past. An animal. More brawn than wit but this was not his real self. The clone body he had inhabited was rather unique. This body was immune to the effects of psychosis caused naturally over millennia of living. A blessing that he had the Sith themselves to thank for and it would not last long. Not with Kezeroths raw capacity for violence. A capacity that perhaps rivaled Kaine Zambrano's own. A man protected by the darkside itself, ancient trinkets, artifacts and innumerable bodies to serve him. The Dark Lord of the sith. After all credit was due to the man, he had risen from butcher king to the current ruler of all sith and worshiped like a god.
It was pathetic. A mere man. That was what he was.
Time itself had always seemed slower or foreign to the Gen'dai species. With the mental processes capable of naturally tracking full fledged jedi knights and near instantaneous reflexes. There was little they couldn't keep up with. That said there were occasions that a Gen'dai could be caught off guard. Now was one such moment. Caught afloat within the room the titan of armor and red flesh twisted his upper torso. His head gazing at the reflection of fire mirroring off a battered chest plate. The floor cracked, fissures and imploded in with a wave of deafening booms. Crimson red eyes took in the sight with a frowning out cry of searing pain. There was no time to think...only react. Blinding light was the next occurrence. The heat of the moment. Faint translucent fields to glide over the body like a ray from the sun itself. The heat to be reflected off the very skin, the flames to be absorbed and hell to be unleashed. Engulfed in flames and wrapped tight the Gen'dai used his knowledge of Pyrokinesis all too well. He was shielded from the backlash but the concussive force was an issue. His tampering of the explosions growth upward and around had cleared what would of been harmful debris to bury the him and the [member="Darth Carnifex"] alive.
In a way the stage had been set.
Muscles fibers screamed being stretched behind limit sawing at the Red giants form. "Rrrrrrraaaaaagggghh!" he welped with a voice that assisted the tremors to come. Like ribbons or strings cast aside, so too was the Gen'dais left arm and one fourth of his torso from the same side. The collective snapping of sinew, nerves and fibers was akin to a distributing pop spanning the human vertabrae. There was almost no distinction. Wet, gooey and then scattered in front of the eye in an instant. What was singular was now plural and scattered about the area in a heaping mess. Of course it happened in an instant. Back agaisnt a wall crush into its own support Kezeroth rose to his full height. His hands continuing to clutch his sith sword. The weapon would have to be torn from his very body to be separated from him. His form was battered, torn, wounded and charred. Yet from the ashes that coated his flesh regrowth had already begun. The section of his chest and left arm were already regenerating. It would minutes before they fully formed!
Ears deafened with a annoying ring. It felt as if his own thoughts were blocked from him. Just a feeling. So many feelings. Anger grew in his expression as the innate sense of the body were honed to his own. Carnifex still remained. Extending mind and mental, invisible tendrils in the place of a limb blasted forth to around the Emperor. Clearing the mark of just over 10 feet from this protected form. Kezeroth kept the butcher kings words fresh in his mind! You shall not touch me. That was what was last said and it was so. The ground shivered with an icy touch of power. The invisible tendrils crossing through burnt metal tiles, duracrete and other materials that be. Neatly woven layers overlapping the space around his the Dark lord in length and width. What remained of the floor and very air was to be heaved up, condensed into the shape of a cube and the Emperor was to be into the middle of it all. For if Kezeroth could not touch his foe then so be it... No such thing was spoken to the floor or ceiling. Commanding the force to rip the invisible barrier from the ground. The lord of Rage exerted his will! Seeking to use speed and sheer blunt force to rapidly shift and jerk bones out of place. Joints to be dislocated, bones to fracture but also with the aim of pure trauma to the head and neck. Kezeroth pressed to achieve this by throwing the barrier around the room and by extension its inner contents. With focus and twitches from the muscle the translucent barrier would gain velocity vertically towards the ceiling and then halt inches from the top to cause the barrier floor to attempt to make contact with the man inside and then back down the same vertical shaft only to halt in the middle of what was the palace throne with a slam for the same results.
Location: The Throne room
Engaging: [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Equipment: In sig.
Objective: Murder the Emperor.
Hell itself erupted from beneath. Sent hurling toward the wall, flesh sparking with crimson pains to surge within each muscle fiber. It was only through the perception of a Gen'dai did Kezeroth see what had just occurred. It was true. The rumors of the Emperors toy, was true. Attacking directly was a mistake. Apon the Gen'dais return to the Sith Empire he had did his best to act as he had in the past. An animal. More brawn than wit but this was not his real self. The clone body he had inhabited was rather unique. This body was immune to the effects of psychosis caused naturally over millennia of living. A blessing that he had the Sith themselves to thank for and it would not last long. Not with Kezeroths raw capacity for violence. A capacity that perhaps rivaled Kaine Zambrano's own. A man protected by the darkside itself, ancient trinkets, artifacts and innumerable bodies to serve him. The Dark Lord of the sith. After all credit was due to the man, he had risen from butcher king to the current ruler of all sith and worshiped like a god.
It was pathetic. A mere man. That was what he was.
Time itself had always seemed slower or foreign to the Gen'dai species. With the mental processes capable of naturally tracking full fledged jedi knights and near instantaneous reflexes. There was little they couldn't keep up with. That said there were occasions that a Gen'dai could be caught off guard. Now was one such moment. Caught afloat within the room the titan of armor and red flesh twisted his upper torso. His head gazing at the reflection of fire mirroring off a battered chest plate. The floor cracked, fissures and imploded in with a wave of deafening booms. Crimson red eyes took in the sight with a frowning out cry of searing pain. There was no time to think...only react. Blinding light was the next occurrence. The heat of the moment. Faint translucent fields to glide over the body like a ray from the sun itself. The heat to be reflected off the very skin, the flames to be absorbed and hell to be unleashed. Engulfed in flames and wrapped tight the Gen'dai used his knowledge of Pyrokinesis all too well. He was shielded from the backlash but the concussive force was an issue. His tampering of the explosions growth upward and around had cleared what would of been harmful debris to bury the him and the [member="Darth Carnifex"] alive.
In a way the stage had been set.
Muscles fibers screamed being stretched behind limit sawing at the Red giants form. "Rrrrrrraaaaaagggghh!" he welped with a voice that assisted the tremors to come. Like ribbons or strings cast aside, so too was the Gen'dais left arm and one fourth of his torso from the same side. The collective snapping of sinew, nerves and fibers was akin to a distributing pop spanning the human vertabrae. There was almost no distinction. Wet, gooey and then scattered in front of the eye in an instant. What was singular was now plural and scattered about the area in a heaping mess. Of course it happened in an instant. Back agaisnt a wall crush into its own support Kezeroth rose to his full height. His hands continuing to clutch his sith sword. The weapon would have to be torn from his very body to be separated from him. His form was battered, torn, wounded and charred. Yet from the ashes that coated his flesh regrowth had already begun. The section of his chest and left arm were already regenerating. It would minutes before they fully formed!
Ears deafened with a annoying ring. It felt as if his own thoughts were blocked from him. Just a feeling. So many feelings. Anger grew in his expression as the innate sense of the body were honed to his own. Carnifex still remained. Extending mind and mental, invisible tendrils in the place of a limb blasted forth to around the Emperor. Clearing the mark of just over 10 feet from this protected form. Kezeroth kept the butcher kings words fresh in his mind! You shall not touch me. That was what was last said and it was so. The ground shivered with an icy touch of power. The invisible tendrils crossing through burnt metal tiles, duracrete and other materials that be. Neatly woven layers overlapping the space around his the Dark lord in length and width. What remained of the floor and very air was to be heaved up, condensed into the shape of a cube and the Emperor was to be into the middle of it all. For if Kezeroth could not touch his foe then so be it... No such thing was spoken to the floor or ceiling. Commanding the force to rip the invisible barrier from the ground. The lord of Rage exerted his will! Seeking to use speed and sheer blunt force to rapidly shift and jerk bones out of place. Joints to be dislocated, bones to fracture but also with the aim of pure trauma to the head and neck. Kezeroth pressed to achieve this by throwing the barrier around the room and by extension its inner contents. With focus and twitches from the muscle the translucent barrier would gain velocity vertically towards the ceiling and then halt inches from the top to cause the barrier floor to attempt to make contact with the man inside and then back down the same vertical shaft only to halt in the middle of what was the palace throne with a slam for the same results.
