The ground shook, and Atretes stumbled backward. He barely heard the instructions. His mind was clouding, and he was getting a kind of tunnel vision. He rose to a crouch. He saw the falling rocks. He knew he should fall back, that he should avoid the rocks and secure freedom. He didn't.
The Dark side was having its way with his mind, and wrenching at his violent urges and killing instinct. It was clawing at Sigma, for the underlying persona to rise to the top and do what it did best. It urged it to kill. In turn, Atretes was hounded for the blood of this foe. Its distress and hatred only served to fuel that seething within his very soul. His feet dug into the dirt that littered the rock here. The Force shimmered around him with the power that he was unknowingly drawing in. His leg muscles tensed, and the energy engrained itself into the sinew. He knew this feeling, and he smiled to himself. Time seemed to slow from his perspective, and then he made his move. He threw himself into the stone rain, risking his life for this instinctual drive, and wove through the falling rocks with relative ease. He was hit, yes, but the hits did not dissuade him. He saw the bright red and orange of the Sith spawn's flame. He aimed high and leapt from the rock he was poised on. He clambered onto the beast's head and hooked his hand into one of the nostrils of this head and then let himself slide further down until he was perched upon one of the dorsal spines. The world around him went black and the rumbling of the beast intensified.
In. The creature breathed. Taking in Rhoujen's scent. Savouring the Force energy coming off him.
Out. The beast exhaled in sparks, one or two licks of flame temporarily illuminating the dark.
In. Atretes breathed. Feeling the energy here fill his lungs with more blood lust and the desire to kill.
Out. He exhaled. The fire within him grew, like a well-fed forge and his nose acted as the bellows.
Then the beast shifted. And Atretes fell. He slipped down the scales and his clothes were all but shredded by his descent, as well as parts of his skin. He fell to the stony ground and suppressed a groan. He rose to crouch and when he looked up he was met with glowing eyes and a build-up of flames.
“Try me, you fething lizard.” he spat at the beast. He couldn't be sure if it understood the words, but it understood the tone of his voice and the defiance coming off him in waves. Flames built up and Atretes raised his gun and shot into the monster's gullet a few times. It hissed and screeched at the pain and roared a pyre upon the ceiling until it was red-hot and glowing. Its pain released more of its hatred, and its hatred fuelled the fury within the young Templar.
SMASH!
Atretes' bones creaked and snapped. His breath came short. The beast had him under one of its massive paws and was glaring at him with wicked pleasure. He coughed up a gout of blood.
“Not today, boy.” came the voice within him. The seething, hating voice that scolded him for his failures when they came. The voice that took over when it was necessary. Times like now. The fires were no longer an echo in Rhoujen's eyes but a visible play of ethereal light along the edges of his violet irises. He was no longer Atretes Rhoujen. He was Sigma. Only Sigma. He was power incarnate, and he would not be defeated by a lesser being, especially a half-sentient lizard freak that had no right to exist. His bones snapped again, but this time as they mended. The rocks around him shook and rose into the air. From small pebbles to chunks that were in the immediate area. He pressure of the claw rose from his chest, and the black-and-violet flames brought themselves to life along his fingers with sparks of lightning-like energy playing between licks of flame. He gripped the massive talon that threatened to cut his chest. He could feel more bones snapping into place. The fire of his soul ensnared up the talon and seeped into cracks. They bored their way into the flesh if the beast and took hold in the veins. He let go when the creature shrieked and back-pedalled.
Sigma stood and dusted himself off. He spun his weapon in his hand, and looked over it to make sure it was undamaged. He smirked and the flames form his hand made their way into the barrel of the gun, and penetrated the chemical make-up of the round within. Green fluid was replaced with wild energy. He took aim and fired. The projectile was flown forward faster than the pistol would ever allow, and pierced the creature through the gut. Blood spattered against the far wall, adding a pool of black to the dimply lit chamber. It shrieked as the ethereal payload was deposited and more of the vicious energy spread toward the beast's heart. Then he sensed it. The creature was using its Dark side energies to combat his power. He clicked his tongue disappointedly.
“You won't just die, I take it? Makes this all the more fun.” he said. His voice was still his own, but there was an echo behind it. A soundless noise that gave venom to his every vocalisation, and left his last word dripping with sadistic pleasure. He reached into the Force for local power that still tangled itself around him. He smiled a toothy grin as the flames in his left hand spun and extended, and the shadows around him seemed to focus in on that point. He flicked his wrist and in his hand was born a sword born from the energy around him. He gripped it tighter and used a quick jolt of energy to sweep to the side of the creature trying to smash him again, this time with his tail. He stared at the offending appendage for a brief moment, then took a hefty slash at it. The limb was severed as though it simply did not exist, and the lizard wailed in anguish. In the open wound, more of Sigma's energy drove its way into the creature. He smiled wickedly, his mind developing a very good use for the severed tail.
Aided by the Force, he lifted the tail beside him without so much as looking at it, and he looked up to meet the gaze of one of its heads. It looked frightened now, where before it looked murderous. Inside, Atretes felt guilty for causing it such suffering, but Sigma cared little for the pain of a beast.
It was to be put down.
With that thought, the tail burst into more black and violet fire. The cresting dorsal spines were conduits of a channel of lightning. The whole thing looked like a boat of damnation, not from Hell but from death itself. The essence of destruction. He pointed his ethereal sword to his victim and exhaled.
Faster than one could blink, the tail impaled itself into the beast's chest The shock wave of telekinetic force left a wake that blew out the wall of fallen stone between the chamber and the others who went into the caves. They would be privy to the view of a flaming sword born of the force aimed at the dragon, who had its own tail lodged firmly into its chest. It was an unlikely scene from the young Templar. The flames spread out quickly and took root in its heart. The organ was incinerated into a husk, and that husk was burned to ashes. He looked at it disdainfully, as though he'd just been plagued with the entrails of an insect upon his boot.
“You were unworthy.” he sneered, then he threw the unnatural blade into the creature where it lodged then dissipated back into the Force. All went black after that.
Atretes collapsed to the ground. He was drained and barely conscious.
But he survived.
[member="Isley Verd"] // [member="Phoebe Verd"] // [member="Eldoc Quasat"] // [member="Ahani Najwa"] // [member="Adela Verd"]
OOC: And this is what happens when Sigma goes boom.
