[member="Adrian Vandiir"]
War's Edgehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/107635-wars-edge/
[SIZE=10.5pt]x1 Sith Lightsaber | x1 Valis Worship Lightsaber (White, No special features.)[/SIZE]
The transformation of the world in front of him began to melt away. A fusion of colors dripped into one another, creating a swathe of endless colorful liquid. Finally, it touched him. The cold feeling of what seemed like water, danced along his pale hands. Trying to grab it, he failed. His lengthy fingers remained whole, refusing to become a part of the sorcery at hand. Perhaps if he was more careful, he wouldn't be trapped. More concerning than that, the melting stopped. Instead, everything began to morph into the very thing he feared, water.
The force erupted through the arena. The rupturing scream of his opponent had forced waves of energy to penetrate his frightful world. Orion could feel the vibrations, almost knocking him free of the venom's trickery. His body remained stiff, incapable of moving as he knelled. The Force Scream pushed Orion's body backwards, sliding across the sand like a petrified statue. Still, Orion wasn't safe from the horrific fracture Adrian had caused.
The walls of his false reality began to crack, more rushing waters flooded around him. Like glass the arena shattered, making his fear a reality. The crashing waves toppled over him and he let out his own agonizing scream. The terror he felt, suffocated him. Trying to breath, his lungs tensed, preventing the appropriate channels to allow him refuge. He was swallowed by a sea of fear. His bones turned to ice and his body, at least to the spectators began to roll around in the sand. Thrashing and kicking like a six year old throwing a tantrum. The crowd laughed and mocked him, but it all fell on deaf ears.
Dragged into the undertow, Orion gasped for air. His head breaking through to the top of the crashing waves. His lungs began to fill, his mind racing for the correct way to break free. He couldn't just escape, but then it struck him.
Fear.
Orion should have known by now. Fear was a powerful tool, when used by those with the gift of the darkside. He wasn't only a practitioner of fear, but anger as well. Such emotions could cause unpredictable outcomes. Just as Adrian was displaying to the crowd, the anger took over and forced a empowered scream. It broke sound barriers as a invisible shock wave of high pitched frequencies began to fill the arena. Orion couldn't hear it, instead he dealt with his own demons.
He felt the sinking feeling of his heart, the doubt taking him over. Orion called on it, embraced the engulfing waters with the help of the force. He calmed, his body became still, while lying in the sand. The blanket of the darkside wrapped around him, the connection of the force surged through him. The waves that rocked him dissipated, the world slowly turning back to normal. Orion wasn't entirely sure if the force saved him or if the venom finally wore off. He could feel his legs again, his arms and when his sight officially re-corrected itself, he was greeted by a beautiful sky of purple and orange.
It all came back to him as the crowds cheers and boos continued. The rupturing scream of his opponent flourished across the sandy floor and into him. He cupped his ears in reaction to it. With haste, Orion reached his feet and wiped sand free from his black garments. He watched as the acolyte across the arena exerted immense waves of darkside energy. It was almost tangible.
Incredible...
Orion only ever witnessed such power one other time. It still haunted him till this day. It was clear they both were fighting off the effects of the nasty critters that still hid in the sand. Regaining his composure, he removed his other hand from his ear. He noticed that by some miracle, his lightsaber hilt was held tightly in his left hand. If he went to strike the young Sith, he could end the match. So long as Adrian remained locked in the agonizing pits of his own inner battle.
Bending his legs upward, Orion heard a slight crack. They were operable, that was a good sign. Still, he felt tiny spasms in his ankle. Ignoring it, he pressed forward. Careful of the critters below, he charged. The silver hilt of his saber remained deactivated, closing the distance to finally put an end to the puncturing screams of a suffering man. Orion took comfort in hearing it again; the inner mechanism of his mind.
Left...One, Right...Two, Extend...Four, One, Two, Three, Four!
[member="Ao Xian"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]