Garrick Valtren, known to the arena by his mercenary name Vagabond, basked in the attention and adoration of the audience. Billions, if not trillions of eyes watched him in the arena and over the broadcast. He knew they expected a sepctacle, and he intended on giving them something memorable.
He surveyed the arena while he idly thumbed at the lightsaber by his side, an elegant weapon with a sleek aurodium finish. The ground level was a dangerous place to fight, made unpredictable by the many predators prowling for prey. Several of them stalking toward him even now. Those would be a problem. His opponent seemed to reach a similar conclusion about the beasts, and she leapt up into the tree, landing on its branches. Her display defied human capabilities. She didn't seem particularly strong in the Force, nor had he sensed the Force when she'd made that leap.
A cyborg, then. Garrick smirked.
A moment later the hairs on his neck stood on end. His gaze flicked to the nearest vornskr. It had prowled close, but wasn't preparing to pounce just yet. No the danger came from—
Garrick seized the Vornskr with the Force. It roared, but with no way of defending itself against the telekinetic attack it could only thrash about futilely as Garrick pulled it close, lifting its body to interpose it between him and his foe. The vornskr caught the brunt of her attack, but some of the projectiles slipped past on either side of it.
Garrick growled as the spikes grazed his shoulders, leaving bloody trails on his freshly-pressed white dress shirt. A few more of the projectiles, larger chunks of the bark, pierced through the vornskr intact. They didn't have the lethal speed anymore, slowed by the vornskr's body, but still embedded themselves in the part's of Garrick's body unprotected by the armourweave undershirt. Small pools of red formed along his shoulders and arms, staining a two-thousand credit dress shirt.
"You
queen," he screamed.
With a thought, Garrick dropped the Vornskr. Its body dropped to the floor, wheezing in its death throes. That primitive fear, the palpable pain as it slowly succumbed to death fed Garrick's spirit like kindling did a flame.
He unholstered his
Ambassador in his off-hand, and detached the lightsaber from his belt, clicking its activation switch. The blade thrummed to life with a discordant roar, crackling with red energy. The metal pulsed with power, containing the violent spirit of the kyber crystal within. Garrick leapt onto a branch about equal in height to his foe's. From his position, he attempted to seize the branch on which
Arris Windrun
stood and break it at its most vulnerable point, to literally rip the ground out from under her. Forcing her to jump made her movements that little bit more predictable. He intended to fire the Ambassador at her, a short volley of two shots, once she moved.
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Equipment:
- one (1) cool lightsaber
- one (1) cool Tenloss Ambassador
- one (1) very stylish overpriced dress shirt (ruined)
- one (1) armourweave undershirt
- one (1) armourweave pair of trousers
- one (1) instance of the Khurevil crystal as a heart (tl;dr greater durability against injury, i.e. a toughness buff)