Potential Birth of a Prophecy (Jareth)

[Raien Keth]

Rodia
Kay-Tap Square
Morning
Mood Music

Dim lit green light overshadowed Rodia’s already green jungles, much like the wilds of his homeland Wodenstam, little was left of that being that once swept through the trees, agile and graceful. Resolve, purpose and iron stood instead, literally pressing him to the floor. His metal braced legs were heavy, and grounding for the Echani’s black clad form. Clad in battle robes, etched with Rakattan fire runes telling a long running language of suffering and conquest.

Kay-Tap square was a peaceful enough place, large open windows, greens and the wild vines or flowers creeping up the similar colored floors and walls, having predominantly greens and silver colored markings to the décor.

Here Raien Keth the Betrayer stood, collecting Jedi for his work. At least that is what would happen, singular purpose was directed toward one simple goal, bringing force potential out, and creating the strongest Sith he was capable of producing. That required purpose, drive, and endurance to weather the ages, lest all work be wasted, or used up before its maturity.

Odian Celebration Day.

This place, a simple community, would be a breeding ground before he was done. Thudding metal steps carried him forward into the street, observing a small gathering. Families that had gathered to celebrate the local youths, praising them for their journeys and hearing their stories. many had come home to visit, friends, neighbors, and a strong community spirit. It was an event every few years that people wanted to be a part of, that the community wanted to celebrate and largely people were happy.

[member="Jareth Johnathon Holst"]

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

*Jareth had revisited the planet where he was born. An alien of sorts to the natives of Rodia: he was never really accepted by the people of Rodia and yet here he stood. Today was a celebration, an event he had only really participated in once or twice. He walked around taking in the sights and sounds. He felt at home in a way, but that made him uneasy. For some reason though, that didn't appear to be the only reason he felt uneasy...*

[member="Raien Keth"]

 

[Raien Keth]

Rodia, not often prized for its hospitality, this sort of holiday was a rare sight, and of interest to the Echani's weighty attentions. An interest that was dangerous to attract even in passing. Families celebrated with the younglings, stalls and food was shared, a table with games, and an atmosphere that broke the usual ruthless clan interaction you found.

The games were violent as you might expect of Rodians, competitions of physical prowess, skill and even a nonviolent celebration death ritual, which was often prominent in the culture. They were showing an elaborate funeral for the passing of elders, all done under a shared tasteful ceremony, jungle plants and other tributes were being paid to those departed.

The Chekko Clan were the most prominent here, history was here, people vying for dominance, and now one more.

Crunching steps forward saw elders and other rodians rising to meet the Sith, they weren’t stupid, but they also weren’t keen to just attack a Sith outright, many of them were armed, and many looked his way.

Extending his hand outward, a gravel-like, rebuilt voice stated.

“I sense force potential here. You will bring it to me.”

The command was simple, a statement with finality, there was no other option.

[member="Jareth Johnathon Holst"]

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

*The Rodians Raien met were unaware of the force potential within Jareth and so they looked at Raien with a combination of uneasy disdain, fear, and confusion.*

Armed Rodian: *In Galactic Basic* "We don't know who you are talking about. We wish for no trouble, leave."

*The Rodian was determined, and even a sith wouldn't attack armed soldiers on their home planet, not when a thousand other Rodians could be there... or at least so the Rodian assumed.*

::Meanwhile::

*Jareth partook of some food with a local family who was somewhat friendly toward him. The young ones taunted him lightly to wrestle with them; however, Jareth was much too busy stuffing his face. All in all it seemed a peaceful day.*

[member="Raien Keth"]

 

[Raien Keth]

The Rodian assumed, because the galaxy had forgotten the name Raien Keth, that would be corrected.

His outstretched hand began to ball into a fist. The environment around them deepened, gravity becoming heavier, and pressure building. Squeezing his hand to conduct that pressure, force choke hold took the nearest female and male into the air. Not the armed rodian, Raien simply looked through him, as if his comment didn’t even register as noticeable.

This time Darth Surtr’s voice carried, like a rolling sheet over their surroundings, barreling through the force. Anyone vaguely sensitive might feel a painful pressure in their mind, and then hear a statement, blunt force demanding attention.

“Many die here, come, or feel them perish by your inaction.” He had no idea who he was calling out, but if their potential was of worth to him, they would be willing to try, or be spurred to action. If they ran, their weakness and cowardice would make for a poor student.

With that the armed rodian opened fire, fire which was directed back straight into his chest by the edge of truth’s crimson deliverance, its humming beam held toward the Rodian's now smoking body. All the while Raien’s gripping hand had not moved or changed in purpose.

“You will find them now.” He stated to those remaining. Choking sounds from the mother and from the other clan elder intensified, it was not as powerful as gripping a single man, but then it didn’t need to be for effect.

These were Rodians and he was choking the life out of their clan elders, he expected them to fight, Raien was planning on it.

[member="Jareth Johnathon Holst"]

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

*The nearby Rodians were cautious in a manner. The man had shown immense power and their instinct of fear kept them back, yet behind the scenes more Rodians could be found retrieving weapons or pulling out their armaments. What was now a stand off is destined to be a blood bath.*

::Meanwhile::

*Jareth felt the uneasy feeling from earlier except this time it was ten-fold to the point of pain. He doubled over for a moment grasping his head before catching himself and recovering. He was still in pain but at ease just for a moment before a voice like a thought entered his mind.*

“Many die here, come, or feel them perish by your inaction.”

*Jareth felt as if it was calling to him. He began to feel the pain of many far away, and he knew he needed to help them. Even if the people of this planet considered him an outsider he had to help them.*

Jareth: *To himself* "I'm coming"

*With that he bolted out of the door toward where he felt the anger and pain: this was a manifestation of the force empathy he was born with. Before now it had just felt like an understanding of peoples feelings, but now it burned with the hot anger of hundreds of Rodians, and it shook with the fear of those who were made helpless. Jareth would be there soon.*

[member="Raien Keth"]

 

[Raien Keth]

A bloodbath was also a lesson, an example to a young mind of force potential, and what he might have. So a nexus would be seeded, the darkside would grow like wildfire in this place. Why? Would be demonstrated, now. With snaps of their elder’s neck, love ones taken from them, and their last screams cut short. The Rodians did as you would expect, kick over tables for cover, pull out their weapons, and the cycle began again…

Center of the maelstrom where he was most at home, around Raien the scene began to unfold, reading the flow of combat like his species birthright, his certain ground. Bright flashes of light came toward the Echani Sith. Edge of truth swung in Soresu, flowing like a river, rotations and orbits of his crimson beam covered his body like only a master duelist could perform. For he had walked this dance more times than counting. Not with the speed of a Master Sith, but with the technique of an expert bladesman.

Circle of Shelter

Advancing toward his opponents, grip relaxed but steady, Edge of truth rolled around in his hand. The beam orbited around one side of his body, diagonally down, then orbited diagonally up the other side, an unbroken rotation, rarely it span up behind him vertical to block a shot from the rear. All zones on the body were covered, the combat circle meticulously maintained. He’d trained for decades in blaster deflection, and it showed.

The firing intensified, and so the screaming began anew as shots were reflected into shooters, civillians, walls and tables “Your delay and weakness brings their death.” Both a statement to those present and the young force user hurrying him along, Raien’s call in the force was tunneling into any unshielded mind nearby. The call was like a heavy pressure, hanging responsibility… Jareth being here, being slow, being weak was responsible for the local communities suffering. It was daring him to do something! ~end their pain!~

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[member="Jareth Johnathon Holst"]

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

*Jareth heard the call, and his efforts redoubled. He burst forward pushing the limits of his speed. He was so close: buildings flew by in a blur, and the sounds of blaster fire thundered through the buildings around him. He could see the Rodians hunched behind makeshift cover. The Rodians of the square were few now, as most tasted death or were dying. Many had chosen to retreat and ask for help, but now Jareth was there and he would do what he could to stop the slaughter.*

Jareth: "Yelling out at [member="Raien Keth"] with a tinge of angry desperation in his voice* "Stop!"

*Jareth was out in the open in an aggressive stance. He awaited the sith.

 

[Raien Keth]

Anger… desperation from the young force user, satisfactory. The first steps made. Now more would be demanded, and so potential fostered. This moment would have to have meaning for it to drive [member="Jareth Johnathon Holst"], and significance to remain in his mind, a purpose he could draw from.

An elderly couple huddled together ahead, scared out of their mind. “Your hesitation, costs more,” Darth Surtr’s advance had not stopped. Heavy metal steps brought him into and with a heavy kick, through the families table, splintering it aside. “…lives.” Two simple but brutal slashes of his saber later, it left just one of the family left, crawling away. “H…h.hhhelp!!!!!!” the younger brother cried, blind panic gripping his mind. “PLEASE”

“What are you willing to do.” That is all that mattered, not Jedi’s words, or a Dark Jedi’s cowardice hiding, a pure Sith was none of those things. In the force the rodian male was gripped and pulled upward. “Talk?” He flailed around in front of Jareth, yanked to the young man's side. Pain, there was definitely pain there, just enough for Raien’s demonstration, fine crushing control in his example. Nothing here meant anything to Raien Keth, only the one he focused his full attentions on, Jareth.

This was the first moment that Jareth would make his choice, to act on his emotion or not. It could well define what he would become. Strength guided by purpose, or one more Jedi to be used as fuel like the rest.

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

*Jareth heard the word, "talk" vaguely. He almost laughed to himself that this... Creature... Thought talking was still an option. Quil Naro had him convinced that there was a way besides violence, yet here stood a perfect example of why talk would never be an option for Jareth. After all, actions speak louder than words.*

::Meanwhile::

*A couple of stumbling survivors from the early part of the massacre moved across the planets surface. Fear guided them as far away from Raien as possible before they called for help. Soon the Rodians would strike against this solo invader. This was no longer a fight against poorly armed locals, before long the area would be buzzing with blaster fire and bodies.*

::Returning::

*As the Sith was making his statement, Jareth dashed forward picking up a small and sharp piece of something broken in the carnage. He had lunged toward his target while he was distracted holding the Rodian, using the force to pick up an object behind [member="Raien Keth"] Jareth planned an attack from two fronts. His head on attack with the sharp object was a dangerous ploy to distract the Sith from the sharp metal behind him. When the Sith inevitably blocked or slashed at Jareth, he would drop his weight and dodge out of the slash showing that the apparent straight lunge with the sharply pointed object was actually a dodging feint while he launched the sharp metal object behind Raien into his back. He chose the back as opposed to the head or throat so that an arbitrary movement from the Sith during any direct attack wouldn't cause the object to miss. The key would be follow through: it had to look like an attack from the front until the very moment he needed to dodge and his apparent attack would need to force the Sith to impact himself against the jagged metal.*

 

[Raien Keth]

Mood Music

Another step toward his destiny.

Sensing movement, ripples outside of the combat circle, more were coming, Good. The entire galaxy could have been bearing down on the Sith Knight, it would have made no difference whatsoever. He had stood in the center of conflicts since his first breath, learned and communicated through their maelstrom. It would be a wasted day, if he finally ran out of people to educate.

The knight waited unmoving for the attack, the combat circle maintained, not a foot or a flinch until Jareth was right on him, nothing was given away until the final moment, only then did he move to engage him. Not with his saber, he wanted the man alive, for now. A crushing force shockwave, a force push, followed by a force push sped up behind it was launched. A technique he had taken from an age old battle with [member="Darth Proeliator"]. As the first push travelled toward the young Jareth’s chest, a second would collide with it at the point of impact, causing a heavy crack, thunder and immense but controlled pressure to hopefully sending Jareth flying toward a nearby wall.

Then he saw it but too late to move away entirely, the young man had done as he would have done at one time, two attacks at once, clever. The cutting object imbedded itself in Raien’s thigh, which betrayed it’s crimson color now on his robes.

There was momentary pause. “Better. Now see what you still lack.”

That pain was used, the wound used as one of thousands littering his body. Focusing deeply, his black orbs crushing what little silver was left in his eyes, narrowing. Weighty, heavy attentions would pierce toward Jareth’s mind. Jareth would need to learn to shield his mind, the hard way, when it mattered, or risk his mind beginning to falter him. Even so, Raien searched for where he had been, where those he cared about were. He would have the answers, and Jareth would be fighting pressure, pain, headaches, and screaming sensations

Slaughtering strangers was good for a warmup. Taking something that mattered, that’s what stayed with you, you learned from that sacrifice the hardest and best lessons of your life.

Sacrifice to gain.

That was when the armed guards arrived, and he had to release Jareth from the potential searing pain in his mind, hopefully with the answers he sort.

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Up to you if Raien gets the location of the family you were with. Really great posts btw.

[member="Jareth Johnathon Holst"]

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

*In front of Jareth, a crack like thunder, a burst of sudden pressure throwing him back. He stumbles: ears ringing and unable to keep his balance due to the lunge stance he had used. He had been off balance to make the dodge easier but when the moment came there was no lightsaber whizzing through the air, but instead the power of the force bore down on him. He needed only a short moment to recover enough to stand up; ears still ringing, balance shaken, but ready to fight. He was able to see the lodged metal in Raiens thigh and feel the emotion of success for only a moment before the pain seared at the edges of his mind.*

Jareth: *In a quick and suppressed manner* "ach!"

*The sound of surprised pain. Jareth was being invaded, outside consciousness fading somewhat. Raien would have been on a journey through the outer corridors of a mind that protected itself strangely and yet was too untrained to resist the invasion of Raien. Edge memories, the glow of memories long faded and replaced with idealized versions of themselves. A girl whom he loved. A brother who was his only ally. Then, traversing through the passageways he would find what he sought; however, it was not the family he had just been with. Raien would find a jewel much more precious: a childhood friend. Native Rodian, owner of one of the better known weapons manufacturers on the planet, Jado Wulk would be the target he should seek.*

[member="Raien Keth"]

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

Ooc: how do you make the spoilers? I need to know! Also, thanks ^.^

 

[Raien Keth]

Barrelling through corridors of the young man’s mind. He would require [member="Natol’ine"]'s crystal returned to fully harness his potential for dominating another’s thoughts. Here he merely sought images and a direction, what was revealed was care, friendship, weaker emotions and pressure points to push against and leverage for more powerful emotions.

“Weak your mind is, push harder.” Raien demanded, calling for the spirit Jareth needed to find to endure the ages. To defy death no matter what he faced, and ~purpose~, that word might echo in Jareth's mind, repeated. That was what made a strong Sith that lasted.

Among the whimpering or dying, armed guards had began to take position surrounding the scene.

Purpose, that final commitment made, the image of Jareth’s beloved friend was thrust forward like shout, potentially hammering into the young man’s mind. Jado Wulk, “you, not these fodder, you have moments to stop me reaching him.” Nearby a building support was resonated, loathing and malice rolling out through the force, sped up to be a blur. The building support shattered into pieces, burying several unfortunate guards beneath the rubble, any families inside simple used up.

Once again shots were fired….

A thundering steady run, and a lunge of his full weight, metal boots landed heavily on the nearest man to his side, crushing him. Djem So’s long powerful sweeps of the beam were cutting through two rodians at a time. Raien received a blaster bolt to his left shoulder, grazing the edge. With a roar, these minor wounds like the bleeding leg were fuel to his fire, cast outwards, and the death that followed from the guards in his way was a crushing certainty.

Only Jareth could stop him... and save Jado Wulk

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For Spoilers: spoiler text /spoiler with these [ ] around the spoiler and /spoiler words.

[member="Jareth Johnathon Holst"]

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

*Jareth heard the word, "purpose" accompanying the mental attack. His mind was strong but again, untrained, and this would be his downfall. He saw Jado, his mind was filled with Jado and an uneasy feeling of purpose, not his own, but the purpose of the other man. Kill, that wasn't the purpose he felt, but it accompanied the purpose. Deeper, deeper: craft. The purpose of the other was foggy, what did he want to create? “you, not these fodder, you have moments to stop me reaching him.” Jareth suddenly realized the immediate purpose, he had no more time to think of purpose or goals or motive. Buildings began crashing, and Raien ran, heavy, like a tank. Jareth followed his run, finding he was faster than the other being. He would get ahead, but how would he stop someone with this grand disparity of experience in the force? He was fighting an uphill battle, and only this was certain: if he did nothing Jado would die, just like she did so long ago. Jareth bolted ahead further hitting speeds the slower Sith couldn't quite match finding himself ahead with mere seconds to plan.*

Jareth: *Slightly short of breath* "Think"

*A small open area. No weapons lying around. Small seating areas, buildings scattered around. He was maybe one or two seconds ahead of the other with two blocks to spare between himself and where Jado would be working right now. Damn! He couldn't choose a battlefield that was optimal, so this would have to do. He picked up a rock and launched it through a window with the force, picking up a jagged piece, he tore off some cloth from his clothing and wrapped it around the make shift dagger which he succinctly tucked away in the back of his pants to hide it from immediate view. What else could he do? but it was too late, Raien would have caught up by now if he had chosen to take a straight path toward the weapons shop Jado owned.*

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I like your style of writing, it doesn't push actions into the other characters mouths allowing for rebuttal. I respect that, though you will note that most of those things will succeed regardless since Jareth is still rather new to the force and all of that.

[member="Raien Keth"]

 

[Raien Keth]

Inspiration

Slow, steady, always coming. Jareth was easily ahead, nimble and graceful was something the once precise Echani gladiator, had lost almost all of in his quest for dominating the Sith Code. He barreled through guards, hammering a force shielded shoulder charge straight into two panicked rodians, bowling them over crushed beneath the run, something a Jedi named Caltin had once used against him to shatter bones. Always learning to re-use the techniques and wounds as he went forward.

Think… forcing Jareth to think, adapt, this was how Darth Surtr had always trained people, pushing them to the edge to go further, no respite, they survived or broke, the strong enduring by sheer force of will. The few that made it, created the strongest warriors you’d ever seen. Flames burning bright, his robes were a fiery rune language of their own, a history of people who had made it, who had endured, and those that had died to make it so.

Pulling free the metal imbeded in his leg, pressure built in the run, the pressure and tension of what was coming, emanating that in those heavy thudding steps, suspense hanging in the air. Jareth was charged at by the Sith Knight, aiming to go right through the young man, unless he had something special planned. “Use what you have, use what’s around you, use what’s INSIDE of you. STOP HOLDING BACK” The raspy rebuilt voice roared as it barreled straight down upon Jareth. Jareth had the force potential, he had the environment, he had his wits, and his cunning, what technique would come out Jareth to save someone he cared about, and would it be enough?

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Thanks, it’s always give and take in RP, that’s why you’re a decent writer, because you do. Sorry for the delay, heavy work day.

[member="Jareth Johnathon Holst"]

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

*Jareth would obviously be unable to stand head to head against a direct charge like this, as the other had more pure strength to rely upon; however, the apparently reckless charge was something he could use. Jareth was an avid fighter, and he was heavily versed in hand to hand combat. This constituted one of his greatest personal strengths. He stood strong in front of the charge: his left was raised in front of his face, his right hand behind his back as if fencing but instead grasping the makeshift knife. His legs were spread: left leg forward with the toe pointed directly ahead, right leg back with the toes at a 45 degree angle. When Raien reached Jareth, Jareth would slide his right leg out of the way maintaining his left arm to deflect most movements or even to push Raien into the surprise blade which he would bring forward at the last possible second to drive into the Echani's chest area. Jareth is still unaware that injuries are drawn on as strength by his opponent.*

[member="Raien Keth"]

 

[Raien Keth]

Adaption, survival, reusing your opponent’s technique. Jareth’s ruse had worked the first time, but the second time it met with calculated response from the Betrayer’s concentration, expecting a hidden move as before. The combat circle narrowed as the combatants closed, with it his attention narrowed, and he began reading his opponent through combat, learning the surface impressions of him as they fought. Everything else fell away, and someone’s true colors came through.

Twisting his body as Jareth’s hidden blade came forward, Raien’s run couldn’t fully stop with the heavy momentum behind it, carrying his chest into a slice of the blade, but Raien’s body was still rotating, to throw a left elbow aiming for Jareth’s jaw, probably blocked by the outstretched hand, but then came a heavy right knee going for Jareth’s abdomen.

His opponent had shown aptitude in the stance, and positioning, which was of great note to Raien, a fighter who relied on stance and grounding above everything else. If this is where the force user was strongest, this is where he’d push him for greater. Jareth was facing a once Echani gladiator who had fought his first battles in the brutal no holds barred cauldron of all places, but never having the raw skill of his brothers at echani martial arts, his moves were brutal and direct.

“Survive, adapt, or perish.” Increasing forward momentum, aiming to just throw his opponent over by walking right through him, with a two handed force shove. What did Jareth have, what could he find in this desperate situation, was there anything to hand, any advantage of terrain? Would he noticed Raien’s metal leg supports were both a strength of stance and a weakness to attack, would he noticed the twisted arm limbs underneath the robes, or would he finally find the force when pushed to breaking point?

Worse for Jareth, and making this whole situation that bit more desperate, inside the weapon shop, someone could hear the commotion outside, and was about to open the door to come out…

[member="Jareth Johnathon Holst"]

 

[Aster Jen'allé]

*While true that Jareth was not nearly so experienced as the Sith in combat, he was naturally gifted when it came to fighting hand to hand. When the makeshift glass knife raked across the chest of the Echani it broke the "weapon" end off making it useless as a weapon. The dodge wasn't expected as Jareth read the Echani as a meandering brute much more keen on attacking with brute force then dodging and retaliating with effective strikes. He had hoped the other would see that he was the weaker opponent and misjudge the potential for combat; however, what he got was an elbow headed for his head. His knife arm released the makeshift dagger and came back across, deflecting the incoming elbow upwards as opposed to blocking. It was not an expected elbow, so the emergency block left him no time to recover for a counter attack before the right knee began it's ascent toward Jareth's abdomen. Jareth blocked this by bringing his left elbow down to stop the knee before it gained much power. Though it may seem like Jareth was at an advantage for blocking these attacks, any experienced fighter could see that Jareth was truly put on the defensive at this point since he had to block techniques as they came: no time for planning, no time for counterattack. He had gained one key piece of information in his defense though. That is, the Echani had some kind of metal bracing on his legs. Perhaps this could be a weakness to exploit? He had to stop thinking again as the other shoved him with assistance of the force. He attempted to create a telekinetic shield, but was not strong enough to resist the power of the other, resulting in him staggering backward as he, in the heat of the moment, used the force to violently pull the shattered glass created when he broke it to make a stop-gap weapon. As he recovered from the stagger, a rain of glass at decent velocity would be peppering the back of the Echani who remained between Jareth and the shattered window hopefully allowing Jareth time to formulate a counterattack before the Echani came barreling toward him again.*

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I assume Raien is not fighting to his full potential in order to test Jareth without dispatching him on accident. Would you say that is true? Otherwise this should be a very lopsided fight in Raien's favor, as Jareth is very much an entry level force user. Also, despite his strong capabilities in hand to hand fighting, Jareth would be at disadvantage even there due to Raien's ability to boost his fighting ability with the force which is something Jareth has not really mastered yet.

*The fight was going much better than Jareth had expected; however...*

::Inside the weapons shop::

*Jado heard glass breaking and the sound of fighting outside. Yelling, distant blaster fire long faded, this wasn't something he could walk into ill prepared. At the same time this was a great opportunity for him to fight for honor. He had been spending much of the time preparing to meet the fight outside. His armor was now on his body as he carried his custom LAR-34R (http://starwarsrp.net/topic/53774-lar-34r/) with a gold and white finish as opposed to the standard matte black. He was ready to meet the foe or foes waiting outside.*

[member="Raien Keth"]

 

[Raien Keth]

Jado walked out, the betrayer was not yet ready for his interruption, but it could be used. The doorway above the man began to crush inward, increasing the pressure and wrenching rubble down towards him, attempting to slow or stop him in place. “Where is your emotion for those you care about?” Emotion, Jareth was finding technique but not the drive. The lesson was intensified.

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Yes Raien is testing Jareth, pushing him, increasing the pressure gradually, in a regular fight he would have just moved to cut Jareth in two, impale, send him mad, or crush him. But Jareth is skilled at hand to hand to, so we had to put that in! And he's doing very well to learn new techniques.

The pressure was increased, Raien was fighting above Jareth’s ability, but not so much as to immediately kill the young man. Psychologically breaking someone down required a steady increase of pressure, to give them hope and snatch it away, but to also make them fight, harder with each blow finding out who they were.

“Better!!!!” The Betrayer’s raspy fluctuating voice roared!

The rain of glass was resonated, shattered, exploding outward in all directions, throwing minor shards everywhere, at Jareth, at Raien and at Judo. Nothing big enough to seriously wound but cuts certainly if they hit, pain, and Raien felt several. Darth Surtr seethed, not anger, malice, like a black flame about to boil up. Sparks? Sparks almost came from his hand, but not yet, the technique for lightening was not yet there, instead his hand was glowing like the Rakattan runes on his robes.

Close…. The moment was close… Jareth might feel it about to happen before it did.

These wounds, this pain, the cuts, sparking on the outstretched fingers. A thousand wounds pouring into the extension of that suffering, red lightening arched outward towards Jareth wildly, for it was not trained or controlled, some might hit him, some might burn the surrounding buildings, the rest would be wasted harmlessly. The lightening was not powerful, it was the first time the Betrayer had expelled the force in this way, but it had been coming for decades. Anguish and sacrifice was what it felt like to anyone it hit.

Red Lightening – Sacrifice made real.

Barely able to control this technique, Raien’s hand slowly turned toward Judo, red flashes scorching the surrounding buildings with minor impacts. “He is next. Are you so weak?” The Betrayer taunted, he wanted every bit of anger from Jareth, he wanted that rage, and he wanted the purpose launched into his next attack.

[member="Jareth Johnathon Holst"]