Ignatius
A N A R C H Y
Just a Little Theme Music that I was listening to.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxqW1Eq0iP4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxqW1Eq0iP4
Krest started to deal with the newcomers as I moved to the side. Watching and just listening to the being who wanted to taunt me. I could feel my blood boil. Was he proving a point by not drawing his own weapon? He was quite oblivious to usage of my weapon. The Katana. One of the many forms that was utilized, was Iado. The rapid drawing, and usage of the weapon with very simplistic strikes to end the fight. Only to then sheath the weapon as though nothing happened. However, I could feel that this being felt so confident of himself. Was he so blind?
I shook my head as he stated to come at him and prepare for death. All I did was look at him. My eyes started to burn. I knew they were changing color. Likely to reds and oranges. The Vong Biots I had grafted into me began to work. Drawing upon myself in the force, I limited my force signature as small as it could go before smiling and waving with my right hand.
Otho would watch as my body would slowly disappear from his sight. My clothing is not normal. It is not of this Galaxy. In fact, it had been created by people he likely had never heard of. All he would hear would be the drawing of my sword from the sheath, and see the sheath a moment later be thrown over to the side.
The Cloak of Muur would do it's job in keeping me from his sight. My previous training as a Sith assassin would work in my favor to keep my footsteps silent, and my breathing limited to the absolute minimum. An empty voice speaking to him.
"How do you expect to kill that which is death herself?"
[member="Otho Rendoro"], [member="Krest"], [member="Satia"], [member="Lark"], [member="Iron Knight Loarko"],