"Oh shit," Mikhail groaned. "What's that they say? I ain't even mad bro." Socialization time over. The ground trembled as the Amphi-Hydrus mounted division roared from the jungle. Shorn's eyes widened in alarm upon seeing a number of impossibly large rancors ridden by a bunch of over-sized frogs. The whole thing was a bit preposterous. He felt them in the Force. "Frogs with Force sensitivity? This is absurd."
A crimson bar shot to life with a snap-hiss as Mikhail activated his lightsaber. The initial wave of attackers roared over the small group like a tidal wave. A tidal wave of animal sounds, lightning, blaster bolts and all sorts of other fun things that go bump in the Mon Calamari jungle. Mikhail, desperate not to be trampled by the merry band of forest creatures, knelt suddenly and using the Force sent a shove toward the oncoming mount. The creature - he knew not what it was called, reared on its hind legs before falling backwards. It landed with a sickening crunch, turning its rider into frog-jelly. Thus ended Mr. Toad's wild ride.
Shorn glanced back to see that the initial wave had passed him on, but a particularly small amphibian riding upon the back of a panther-like creature whilred its charge around and headed straight for him. Reactions swift, Mikhail sidestepped and decapitated the creature; the flick of his blade severing both the spear the Amphi-Hydrus held and its head. The panther, confused and enraged as it was released from the telepathic grip of the Dark Side Toad, lashed out with its claws. Shorn narrowly avoided the sharp swipe before ending its life with a thrust to the face. And that was when the force lightning hit him.
Crackling arcs of blue leapt from a large Amphi-Hydrus riding a rancor, hitting Mikhail in the back and sending him sprawling to ground in agonizing pain. His muscles contracting uncontrollably, Shorn was barely able to roll to his side and raise his saber to stop the oncoming attack. Blue lightning met red lightsaber, and Mikhail felt relief as the lightning stopped coursing through his body. Smoke drifted up from his shirt. Then the rancor took several, ground shaking steps forward and lifted a giant foot.
In mere seconds, Mikhail would be squashed to a sithy-pulp. He thought fast. Eyes went from the upraised foot, to the lightning held at bay, to the foot still planted. Tapping into the well of the Dark Side, Mikhail gathered that atramentous power within him and channeled it into a Force pull that grabbed the Rancor's still-planted foot. The creature wobbled uncertainly as the Force pull tugged at it, then stepped back to regain its balance. Mikhail stood, still blocking the lightning, he leveled the saber until the lightning was redirected from his saber into the Rancor. The beast roared, enraged and began to stomp around, tearing at the creature on its back which vexed it so with this prickling lightning. The ampibian stopped its torrent of lightning, not able to both keep the beast under control and continue the force lightning.
While it was distracted, Mikhail rushed forward, batting away the blaster bolt fired from a nearby amphi-hydrus atop a bantha - honestly, why a bantha - and dodging several thrown javelins as he went. His heart raced in his chest and sweat already made his palms slippery, but that did not deter him from wielding his lightsaber like a battle axe as he came up behind the Rancor. A Force jump carried him past the beastie's leg, and he swung his saber with both hands. The crimson blade cut through the thick skin of the rancor and severed the tendon Mikhail had aimed for, hamstringing the Rancor. He sailed past, rolled, and stood to watch as the beast tried to stand on one leg, but fell with a groan. The little amphibian atop it had shock on its toad like features. Shorn grabbed the toad in the Force before it could electrocute him again. He pulled violently, sending the creature flying toward him... and his extended blade. The lightsaber easily impaled the amphi-hydrus. The toad's bulging eyes stared into his for one awful second, before they glassed over. The thing slumped off his blade, smoke curling from its body and the stench of burning amphibian greeting his nostrils with a foul odor. Fugly creatures.
The Rancor struggled across the sand, its monstrous arms kicking up sand as it clawed its way along the shore. Mikhail had no time to survey his handiwork as even more Rancors burst from the jungle. He took stock of the situation with a keen eye. The chaos of battle reigned on the beach and at the edge of the jungle. Beasts roaring in rage, the high shrieks of blasters, and the screams of the dying pierced the air. Red bolts of plasma criss-crossed the sand, often parried by the brilliant flash of a lightsaber. Sand sprayed into the air as beasts fell and ran. All throughout the chaos, figures leaped and jumped, beams of color clutched in their hands.
The Dark Jedi had made quick work of another Rancor, but there were far too many of them to fight in the open. Even for a ragtag band of Dark Jedi and Sith. Fending off more blaster bolts and javelins, Mikhail found Ashin.... fleeing the battlefield with the blonde padawan. The two of them were sneaking into the resort. Shorn gritted his teeth. He was all for fleeing the battlefield, but he liked to be invited to come with, on occasion.
Mikhail reached out in the Force, grasped several javelins, and hurled them at an oncoming Amphi-Hydrus rough rider. He didn't look to see his handiwork but rushed off toward the resort and toward some shelter. He didn't like the idea of being cut down in the sand by a bunch of frogpeople.
