Public Raid on Kattada

[Koda Fett]

In the chaos of all that was rampaging on, there were many bounties up for collection. A Jedi temple undoubtedly had its share of Force artefacts, as well as their ships which Jerec was offering a great sum of credits for. Then the bounties on the individuals, too -- unsuspecting of a third party invader, vulnerable to the bounty hunter striking out from the shadows. He had his share of choices as he skulked about temple grounds, avoiding detection.

Seeing a glimpse of someone he faintly recognised, however, stole his interest.

Delving deeper into the temple, Fett emerged in the path of the woman he once tried to kill.

"Chancellor," blaster barrel facing the ceiling, resting against his shoulder, "Been a while."

Auteme

 

[Wuxia Wukong]

Wu was overseeing the other meditation class, his force senses open, his eyes closed, smiling softly to himself as feng played with her class. He felt the attack coming just before it began, his eyes snapped open.

Priority is the padawans. They must be seen to safety.

Wu nodded and uncrossed his legs.

"Padawans. We are under attack it is important not to panic. We will make our way to the ships calmly, but with speed."

Wu frowned as he wondered if tactically Feng and himself should split up. Better chances of survival, a group of half trained Padawans made a tempting meal for any Sith after all. Wu shook the thought away. Feng and himself were stronger together, better able to fend off Sith together. He hoped it was the right tactical decision, he did not know. Military acumen was not his forte. Though he had heard second guessing yourself in battle was a dire mistake. He certainly knew it was as a Jedi.

Wu reached out telepathically to Feng.

"Come to me we head to the hangar."

"Yes Master." Feng said already appearing at his side with her group of padawans.

Wu nodded. He carefully controlled his fear for the Padawans including his own. They may still be children, but they were children of the Jedi. They had better chances of survival than most who were attacked by the Sith. Even as that very fact made them more likely to be targeted.

Wu lead the group of Padawans in a group through the temple on guard and ready for trouble.

Drystan Creed

 

[Pari Sylune]

Location: Cafeteria
Goal: Don't Get Killed
Tags: Open

Pari had picked the worst possible moment to get a snack.

The chaos outside wasn't just loud in her ears, it screamed through the Force. The once-peaceful enclave was under attack. Nowhere felt safe. She stood frozen in the cafeteria, clutching a half-eaten ration bar, her senses stretched thin. Three other Padawans were with her, equally still, caught between fear and indecision.

Then a voice cut through the silence.

"We need to block the doors, in case the attackers try to get in!" said a young Togruta girl, barely eight years old, her voice fierce despite the tremble beneath it. The other three weren't much older to be honest.

Immediately, dissent followed.

"If we block the doors, we're trapping ourselves! We have to run!"

"Run where? We don't even know where they are!"

The arguing swelled, bouncing off the metal walls, but Pari stayed silent. She closed her eyes briefly, reaching out through the Force, trying to sense the nearest presence to see if they were friend or foe.

"We should try to find a Master or a Knight," she said at last, her voice quieter, steadier than she felt.

The others fell silent. Tension thickened the air. Pari didn't need the Force to feel their fear or their doubt.

"I know you're scared," she said, "but we have to be brave now. We have to be Jedi."

But deep down, Pari didn't feel like a Jedi. Her training had been fragmented, disrupted when the Empire rose. What she'd learned from the Chalactan Adepts offered wisdom and peace, but how could that help against darksiders and war?

Her hands trembled.

She straightened her back.

Ready or not, she had to try.

 

[Brooke Waters]

Defense, and scaring off the Sith. What she needed to do was keep her powers moving. The blonde had a connection to this world. She had a connection to the wind and sea. The storm was forming, and with every step she made, the storm was growing, thunder cracking, and lightning flashing.

Moving forward, there was a bit of a blur to her being, similar to fish swimming in schools, the silver flashing among the water and the waves. Raiders were coming for the village, her village. The blade was already in her hand and came up as she raised the blade. One blaster bolt came for her but went wide, the other was kicked down by the sword. Brooke came in, one slash, two, and a stab.

With the stab, and timed with the thunder, it exploded, pushing three foes backwards and into the sand.

(Open for Duel)

 

[Helix]

Objective: Steal anything not nailed down and escape alive
Equipment: Himself
Tags: OPEN​

"Estimated time to impact: 30 seconds." Whispered the Equilibrium's droid intelligence. Helix heard it drift through his mind, wrapping tendrils of thought around the billions-strong nodes of his consciousness.

"Noted." He responded curtly, in like manner. Another binary flicker to the squads assigned to him. Two groups of ten infantry models. A small force, but he wasn't interested in getting bogged down today. He was here to pick at the carrion that the rest left behind. "Brace for impact. A reminder: there are to be no living witnesses of any item we plunder. We want to keep them guessing about who stole what. Any individual directly witnessing such an event must be eliminated. Otherwise, we will be doing our best to avoid contact with the locals. Let the walker draw their fire, while we secure the salvage. Understood?"

A chorus of "Roger roger!" thundered in his brain as the squad responded. Helix grimaced internally. Maybe one day he'd be able to get them to stop doing that. By now, it was tradition. These machines were vastly more intelligent and sophisticated killers than their forbears, but they still held on to old habits.

"Fifteen seconds to impact."

"Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One."

The force of the curled Equilibrium droid striking the grounds would have shaken his bones, if he still had any. The machine uncoiled itself, allowing the squads to disembark, before it stood to its full dizzying height.

"Stand by for my mark. We'll be returning in short order." Helix told it. "Worst comes to worst, be prepared to leave us. We'll find another way off planet."

The twenty machines split into two ten-droid teams, and started picking through the wreckage. With luck, they could do so without drawing too much attention...

 

[Jared Starchaser]

There was something his uncle had told him when he was younger. If you can fight like your life depended on it, even without armor, there was going to be no way they could take you down. That was when he was learning some … darker tactics. The Warbird Wing and crew of the Dawn Chaser were not always the most Light-leaning crowd. They did things right, but they didn’t always do things good.

And it had taken Jared time to learn to lean away from those tricks. But it gave her a veracity in battle that was second to none.

Well, maybe his father.

The Force was with him, and filtered out the alcohol he had consumed while he was relaxing, and now on the beach, he was barefoot, shirtless, and in boardshorts. The shot of the slugthrower did make him flinch as he juked with the Force, moving with the preternatural speed that befitted his station.

A roll in the sand, and a throw of his lightsaber, aiming for the cyborg’s legs, failing that, with his other hand, he was doing his best to grab onto her legs to trip her up, and drag her towards him, with the Force.

Kaila Irons Arris Windrun
Valery Noble

 

[Vodet]

The Steward of Kattada was ready to take the defense. The Yinchorri knew the Temple was his to worry on, and that meant everyone inside. But if he and his own people had done their job? There were Masters here to tend to the younglings and Padawans, and the older students would protect the younger ones. As he stood at the vault, he was connecting with the living Fore that was around this world.

Jedi, Sith, the natural world.., It was all connected. They were all connected.

He could feel Jend-Ro Quill approaching, could feel the Golden Sun and the Blue Coral. Brooke Waters in the distance. Althea Voidwalker , and Nathan Bloodscrawl. Feng Huang and Wuxia Wukong , and Pari Sylune . Auteme .

So many around.

And the approaching attack, Vodet had his saber in hand, and waited. When the first of the raiders came around the corner, the Yinchorri spoke.

“You have the chance to leave empty handed, otherwise, we can not guarantee you will leave.”

 

[Acier Moonbound]

Location: Kattada - Jedi Enclave

Equipment:
Training Jumpsuit | Lightsaber | Modified DL-27 | Tic

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TAGS: Aris Noble | Darth Hydra​

Ace wasn't a Jedi. He held no loyalty to their Order, no place in their Temple walls. But people were dying. People who didn't deserve it. And as a member of the Hidden Path, he'd made his choice... everyone deserved his help.​

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The Temple loomed through the haze, half-shattered walls still standing defiant against the rain of debris. He thought of Kashyyyk, of the Shadow Temple they'd established with Connel. This felt the same, a place that couldn't be allowed to fall, no matter the cost. Tic whirred low against his back, compacted and silent. The droid could feel it too.​

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The air thickened as Ace closed on the Temple steps. Not with ash or smoke, but with the weight of something else. Dark. Patient. Watching. His grip tightened on his lightsaber hilt. He'd felt Sith once before. Their rage burned like wildfires, untamed and overwhelming. But this? This wasn't wild. This was deliberate. Cold. A predator waiting for prey.​

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Then he saw him. A tall figure moved between the broken arches, robes whispering against the scorched stone. Tentacles coiled at his jaw, and in his hand gleamed the unmistakable silhouette of a double-bladed lightsaber.​

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Even before the crimson blades hissed to life, Ace knew this was no raider. No mercenary. This was the kind of threat the others had been warning him about, the kind that made even Jedi Masters tread carefully.​

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Ace's heart hammered. Not with fear, but excitement. The Mandalorian blood in him clearly stirring - this would be another proving for him. Blue fire snapped alive in his grip as he vaulted over the rubble, landing hard on the fractured floor. He didn't hesitate, didn't wait for words. His lightsaber came swinging, cleaving through smoke and ash toward the Sith.​

 

[Arris Windrun]

Objective: Fight!
Opponent: Jared Starchaser
Nearby: Valery Noble | Mercy | Kaila Irons | Tilon Quill
Approaching: Vestra Tane | Althea Voidwalker

Arris had been running towards some buildings when she felt that shiver down her spine. The cyborg leapt into a backflip moments before the green saber would have struck her legs. She leveled her gun at the beach boy mid-flip, only for his reach through the Force to pull her down hard onto the duracrete street.

"Huh?--unghhh."

She quickly stood and leveled her weapon against the Jedi with a grin. At the moment she began to squeeze the trigger, the Jedi's lightsaber grazed her shoulder on the return, and threw off her aim. The stray shot punched a fist-sized hole into a nearby wall.

The cyborg holstered both pistols, then rushed at him in a sprint with nothing but cybernetic power, and threw a feint left hook. However, she fast pivoted and swept a full-metal kick for his ankle instead.

 

[Drystan Creed]

KATTADA

Drystan continued his pursuit of an untouched piece of the Jedi to carve out for himself, keeping tabs on the presences he felt amidst the havoc both within and outside the temple. He found a few—some faint—but two stood out, and not too far ahead as he made his way toward the hangars.

There was a shred of hope that they would prove to be worthy challenges, whoever they were. He had once been a Shadow, and now he emulated his past as he blurred and snaked through the chaos undetected—not because he feared confrontation, but because he was choosy with who confronted him. Facing an unworthy opponent was nothing but wasted time when his true desire was to find one worthy of his blade.

Arriving at the mouth of the hangar, Drystan stood tall, making his presence more than felt with the dense pressure he exuded, his battlelust radiating openly. He positioned himself between the Jedi group and their means of escape.

His gaze settled on Wuxia Wukong and Feng Huang , then flicked toward the younger padawans the pair were leading to safety. An unreadable expression lingered behind his half mask.

"Hold Jedi."

A pause followed as he scanned the pair with a discerning eye.

"I am searching for a good fight, and I believe I've found one here." He tilted his head toward the children.

"I have no interest in them. They may go. My only ask is that you two face me."

By his estimation, it was a fair offer: the noncombatants' guaranteed escape in exchange for indulging his desire for battle.

Wuxia Wukong Feng Huang

 

[Alana Calloway]

TAGS:

Few things got Lirka Ka out of the confines of the Blackwall like a good ole’ fashioned raid. Indeed such a thing did fit into the confines of the job of “Slavemaster General” that the Butcher King had ordained her with - and what better place to fill her coffers fat with meat than the worlds of the Jedi?

Of course, this was an off the books venture. Moderately (more like highly) illegal in the confines of Sith-Imperial law, but no good villain was swayed by pitiful little things like “laws” and “decorum”

The ominous hum of gunships loomed as Lirka Ka disgorged her butchers and freaks to rampage and loot through the city streets. Of course, the Once-Sephi had her eyes on a much shinier prize. Normally, she would have scorned the baubles and trinkets of the Jedi - times were changing, and to that end there were certain “bargaining chips” any self-respecting evildoer would want for their bargaining chip.

Alana Calloway would certainly get to know what’s going on soon - a metallic thump, thump, thump. The whir of servos, the stamp of metal boots crashing against the floor. The malicious emerald gleam of slit-lenses. The crackling electro-plasma of a blade the size of a man. Lirka Ka was on the hunt.

And as if to accent her arrival, a chunk of masonry went flying as an impromptu projectile hurling it’s way towards the form of the seemingly only other two life forms in the parking dock.

“Come out to play, little Jedi!”

For as much as she’d wax and wane about the machinations that came with looting the Jedi’s temples. At the end of it all - it was simply just plain fun.

Tags: Lirka Ka
Gear: In Bio

Well, she had the idea of taking cover, but as she tapped into her force senses, Alana felt a familiar ball of rage moving towards her.

Alana managed to notice the massive chunk of masonry hurtling toward her, danger sense flaring as she cartwheeled off to the side; her speeder was smashed to bits now. She landed, and took a moment to steady herself, as she could recall who it was she was encountering.

Lirka?

They had a history, of sorts, from what she could recall.

Being conscripted into the Sith Legion, the fight, having her ribs and limbs busted up; it was slowly coming back like a distant nightmare.

She felt her hand shake, a wretched feeling in her gut as she fought with herself.

She glanced at the other poor soul stuck on the terrace with her; the officer still looking more panicked than heroic. The man was going to die if she just took off from here. There wasn't much time to act.

She loosed a shaky breath, and tried to fake that confidence she wore so well. Her free hand reached into her coat, drawing the collapsible vibro-blade she endeared herself to.

It took all of three seconds to find some snappy line to distract herself, but she manged to get it out. Alana donned her false bravado, adorning it with a smirk in spite of herself. "If you want to go get your manager, I'll try and keep her busy."

The metallic thump, thump, thump echoed again, the slit-lenses gleaming with that unmistakable, malicious green light. She felt herself grow cold. A cold that wrapped around her like a blanket.

She was scared, there was no denying that.

If the man said anything in passing, Alana missed it, as she could feel him leaving the area of her senses, leaving her and Lirka to hash it out in a parking lot.

Alana crouched behind the nearest speeder, flicking her wrist to activate a holographic decoy to draw the monster's attention. "I'm going to key you in on two things. Firstly, I'm no Jedi, and secondly, I don't think anyone here has insurance. You're going to rack up a massive bill if you cut loose here."

Lirka wouldn't care, but, she would probably laugh. She was unhinged like that. Alana managed her blaster, the HG-88 Hand Cannon, at the ready. She willed herself to stop shaking, feeling the cold sweats taking over, the tremble as she stared down the woman who had dominated her even behind powered armor.

It's different now. She told herself. It had to be different now.

Please let it be different now.

She quietly prayed to herself, as her virbo-sword extended.

Her stomach in knots, and the slow tremble still working it's way out, Alana reached out to that power she had spent so long running from. Beckoned for it, allowed her mind to slowly drown in the absense of thought, and merge with only what was.

The Force slowly crept through her like a warm bath, and she gritted her teeth as the extended senses fought with her internalized self.

It would take time to come to terms with all this, but for now...she just had to survive.

She grinned to Lirka, as she began to step towards the monstrasity.

"Alright Tiny, lets dance."

 

[Thalen Dhorain]

Tags:

"...Thirteen...Fourteen...Or was that fifteen? I've lost count at this point."

Thalen frowned to himself as his guandao sliced through the air, trying to keep count of how many of the mercenaries he had dealt with. It was like a game for him if he was honest to himself. Something he could enjoy which for all intents and purposes...It wasn't good. Yet he didn't mind it as he took a moment to recollect himself, stabbing his guandao into the ground and leaning against it, letting his view glance across the land. There was a storm roaring above them, which caused Thalen to break out into a grin.

"Ah. The tempestuous emotions of nature. The roaring anger of the clouds alongside the melancholic tears raining down upon us. The sky cries for this world."

A soft sigh escaped his lips as Thalen pulled the guandao back out of the ground, preparing to get back to action. Sure, there was plenty of danger happening near the Jedi Temple...but Thalen felt like he'd be trespassing if he went to help them out there. Thalen was doing enough work here in his opinion. Sure, he was taking down a bunch of random mercenaries that probably couldn't even stand up to a Jedi...but hey. It was also a workout at the end of the day!

Yet as he prepared to move out, Thalen stopped for a moment. There was a familiar feeling on the Force. A familiar presence in the Force, coming from towards the Temple. A presence that against all odds made Thalen feel...actual happiness, some actual warmth bleeding into his cold smile.

"Thanks though. For what you said. About wanting me to find my place. I don't know where that is yet. But..."​

"...Hopefully you have found your place, my friend."


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[Aris Noble]

The courtyard was quickly cleared. Aris glanced between the remaining faces, dipping his head in a silent thanks for those who'd helped him to fend off the incoming destruction from above. At least here it wasn't too bad, people weren't too harmed, but he could hear the destruction everywhere else still. Fires burning, people fighting. This wasn't an accident, but an attack.

It wasn't a hard guess that the Sith were involved in some way.

Movement caught his attention close by. People were running, the violence was getting closer, but it was a familiar face that had his eyes widening. Acier. He'd charged right in, right for a Sith who was barreling through all the same. He gritted his teeth, looking back to the people he was currently helping.

One thing at a time. Acier could handle fighting a Sith, certainly. Long enough to get these people into the escape tunnels.

"Quickly, before they come after you."

Acier Moonbound | Darth Hydra

 

[Kaila Irons]

Location: Temple Grounds
Wearing: Armor
Allies: Mercy Arris Windrun
Enemies: Valery Noble Jared Starchaser
Mentioned: (in passing) Darth Virelia

Anathemous gave the crackling remains of her victim's saber on last look.

Still spitting sparks and smoke, she fastened it her belt while watching Darth Virelia execute her own foes up ahead. It was the first time she'd seen Serina fight since her resurrection, her transformation, and it pleased the young Lord.

Because it reminded her they were equals now, and that their shared ambitions would be more than dreams.

The bond she carried with the Force surged in her chest, and she let it pour outward in a steady pulse. A beacon, impossible to miss.

A great power drew her attention elsewhere, towards the beach. A faint sting like burning light through a hole in the black curtain that was so much death and it's architects.

She turned towards the source, data flashing across her crimson visor.

Bounty hunting software employed by scum and Inquisitors alike began scanning the oncoming faces, immediately picking one Jedi in particular out of the crowd, along with a host of titles and imagery.

Her eyes widened behind the lens.

Valery Noble , Sword of the Jedi, in the flesh.

The woman Ran Serys revealed to her.

"SWOOOOOORD!" she demanded, leveling her blade at the grandmaster.​

A challenge for a challenge; she wanted Noble to know she was coming.

The air snapped again as Anathemous charged, bounding across the field at her into a sudden leap. The shear kinetic energy of something so heavy as she going so quickly was transferred into a kinetic blast which channeled into her lightsaber, planning to crush through the Jedi's guard if not cut her in twain.

Serina Calis would be avenged this day...

Spoiler: Disclaimer:

1. I am not pursuing a bounty, only using software commonly used by bounty hunters to identify Kaila's personal grudge.
2. I do not intend to hunt ANY bounty targets in this thread nor claim profits from my actions.
3. Any trophies claimed from this thread will kept for my personal use.

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[Vestra Tane]

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KETTADA TEMPLE INTERIOR - HALLWAYS

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Distractions. No; something in the back of Vestra's mind snapped its jaws. Not distractions. Impediments. These floating chunks of wood and stone and steel that the Sith scrabbled over, under and through - the Jedi meant to keep her pinned, restrained, like a pig waiting for the bolt.

The corpse-smile faltered, shifted into a scowl. Hands. She'd have the Jedi's hands, too, for that, after she was done with the eyes. But not yet. First - more bullets. Find cover.

She dashed to the side, seeking refuge behind an old pillar. She was lucky enough that most of the slugs aimed at her missed her in motion - but one didn't. A third shot to her prosthetic, this time clipping her in the wrist. This one did real damage - servos locked up. No more wrist movement. Useless for a sword fight.

Eyes. Hands. Throat.

Vestra fumed, heart pounding, in the microsecond it took to reorient - and then she whipped back out of cover, and lashed out with the Force to fire off the blaster in the Jedi's holster.

ENEMIES: Althea Voidwalker
INCOMING: Talin Treicolt Morrow

 

[Hasuras Na-Gerra]

A wall of Force energy powered by his will blocking this from constricting and pushing outward. Would this work? We’ll see… but if this monster wanted the Dark Side… he could have it.

TEMPLE COURTYARD

The repulse blast in the Force caused the lattice-work of energy encasing Connel to expand and ripple, as from a shockwave. Yet unlike a shockwave, the energy did not rebound and flatten. Rather, it continued to build and harden, a wall of sheer telekinetic willpower in the Force that resisted the glowing net of Odojinya.

Gerra grunted. "Intriguing."

The Jedi had bought himself time. Fortunately for him, Gerra had little.

The longer the lattice-work enshrouded Connel, the more of his Force energy it could sap, until at its terminus it might extinguish his very connection to the Force. Briefly, perhaps. Or forever.

Gerra did not seek to sit there mildly and observe water put to boil. In great lumbering strides he passed the Jedi, crossing the courtyard. A storm had gathered overhead, unnaturally swift, and rain began to pour down in sheets. It pinged off of Gerra's armor. He bared his teeth. Water. Enemy of fire. Another reason to make this raid swift.

The Sith sought to simply walk past Connel Vanagor , leaving him to his fate of the enshrouding net of Sith magic, and he entered the doors of the Temple itself. Deep within, he could feel presences gathering.

More challenges awaited. This proud Jedi could pursue him, if he so chose. But Gerra would accomplish what he sought.

Approaching: Jend-Ro Quill | Vodet

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Barely a Jedi, well, for years, he barely was, but Jared knew what would come at him when he pulled out a lightsaber. Folks with nearly every weapon that the techs could come up with would be coming at him. Saber and the Force, which were his main tools, if he didn’t have his kyber cannon on him.

Which he didn’t.

But with the jump?

That was why there was the Force, and a bit of a trick from the Unrelenting Sea. Be everywhere. The lightsaber out and back, and the Force. It helped, call it luck if you needed to. As the cyborg came running, Jared got to his feet, and ducked the left feint to feel the kick at his ankle, toppling over.

Catching the ground hard, Jared let a breath out as he rotated his legs out to give him range to move. Bouncing up on one hand as he called the saber back to his hand. The blade kicked to life as Jared called on the Force and threw sand at the cyborg.

With the shout of Sword, he needed to get some time.


Arris Windrun Kaila Irons
Valery Noble

 

[Hasuras Na-Veyra]

"Hope these weren't friends of yours." in reference to the two Vahl raiders on either side of him.

Beneath the shadow of her helm, half a sinister smile bloomed. Friends? Hardly. The Hasuras knew no equals aboard their starborne kingdom save themselves. Yet the men were not entirely worthless - they wore winged helmets like her own, ruby plumes marking them followers of the pwoer they had procured. They may not have known Vahl, but they died for her.

"Perhaps." The warrior allowed. "But they have served their purpose."

Flames burned bright, consumed, and smoldered to ash. But had the fire lied about this one? He seemed... unbothered, without even a blade in hand. Atrisian, marked by garb and accent. Rumored to produce this galaxy's finest swordsman.

"Draw your blade, mongrel. Let us see what you are made of."

With both hands, Veyra raised the crimson saber and began to circle.

Shinzou Ashina​

 

[Feridade Parthi]

Wrong Character

 

[Shinzou Ashina]

[ Theme ]

Shinzou Ashina

| Location | Kattada​

| Objective | Beat some redheads​

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Shinzou kept his arms crossed over his chest as he sized up his opponent. Red hair, malicious intent, and an unmistakable desire to kill him. A thin wisp of smoke rose from his kiseru pipe as he drew in a breath, a jet of smoke escaping his lips as he exhaled. He didn't seem fazed or bothered by the woman before him, instead calmly raising a hand to remove the pipe from his lips, pointing the end of it at the Hasuras before him and remarking to the mongrel comment, "I resent that title." He tucked the pipe under the sash at his waist as he moved to circle in the opposite direction.​

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He reached up to the brim of his straw hat, fingers tracing over the edge as his other hand rested on the hilt of one of the katanas at his waist. He was thankful that his opponent didn't rush him immediately in an attempt to blitz him. His single eye peered from beneath the shadows cast of his hat as he removed it from his head, "Careful what you wish for miss. You'll have to forgive me for what may follow."​

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He threw his hat towards her like a frisbee, the straw hat obscuring the view of his hand as he immediately surged forward to meet his opponent. A lightsaber flew from behind his waist into the leading hand, a flash of azure light sparking to life as he made for a swift, deadly upwards slash at his enemy. Not a particularly flashy opening attack outside of speed and timing; a simple test of her reflexes if anything. He already sensed that it may not be a simple fight, but he had plenty of tricks up his own sleeve.​

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Hasuras Na-Veyra​

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