Korog had to fortify himself, perhaps worthy of note, he was not renown for brute strength. Deceit, tactful maneuvering, abstruse technique. Likewise he studied Lightsaber Forms with a scientific eye, but never a day had he practiced it athwart foe.
Nay, the tall Munn instead wielded something of his own creation. Something that took use of his lank and length, the loft of his brow and branch-like reach of arm.
Of course, he had yet unsheathe his weapon from the slab of rock that regarded it prisoner.
In spite of this setback, he quite did, in fact, find himself in a sterling mood. Shock resided, damp haze of unconsciousness drying, he could abide by the omen. The Force did indeed speak, always. You just had to quiet down, apply thought, and forecast it's subtle patterns. [member="Matsu Xiangu"] was a very cerebral teacher--cruel as a Tatooine day is long, but so intelligent!
This is not new, Korog, you have been here. . . countless times!
He prodded himself sternly, retreating from the Eastern face of his pillar, giving up on his captured weapon. The chain snake that constricted his wrist rattled and writhed as he slithered to the Northwest of his pillar, the back of his right shoulder just barely a foot from the curved stone.
His wounded, scraped hands began to clutch the chain one over the other, heaving with stern discipline as his eyes focused on the great beast before him.
An absolutely exquisite specimen, if ever he had seen one. Sexy, deadly, vicious. He knew them well, another area of study he took pride in, his tongue did indeed enjoy the taste of all things intriguing, indeed. Of course, in a Galaxy where all things are useful, it shouldn't be so shocking.
It's two-pronged tail snapped and whipped with anger. It was a great distance back, it had not yet been prodded to action. Sand clouded upwards while it stamped and slashed front and back paws. Viscous tendrils of drool expanding as thick as rope from the gape of it's jaws as roar bellowed from without. Eyes, red as blood scrutinizing the reedy Munn from a distance. As if it knew, with single swap of claw, it could claim victory.
The creature began to prowl more wildly, it's target inciting no type of flight instinct. Then it's hind quarter was thrust hatefully on with barbed spear.
It took off at sprint.
Korog, timing the repetitions of his breath in perfect sync with the row of his arms along the chain, making sure he did not assert a frantic amount of energy in this heat, continued pulling. His feet pressing great divots in the shifting floor below.
Closer it came, closer and closer.
Korog heard the bellow of the woman from the other side of the pit. The crack of chain ringing like chimes across the entire stadium. But he paid her no more heed than she required, for now.
It was almost upon him, chain rings had bit and torn his dry flesh ragged. Blood became thick as mud on fingers and palms as the golden grains stuck dense and true. His grip slid, one hand gave folly in the pull.
"Gah!" He growled, get that one back.
Didn't matter, his way was of the adventuring scholar. There was rarely an expedition, treasure hunt, or even Academic wandering out in to the wild that did not, in some way, yield unexpected and brutal challenges. This was but another trek, not a duel, not a fight. Just one more day in the field.
It was so close he could feel the yell of danger electrifying more purpose in to his meager limbs. His chain snapped straight from one last writhe out of it's slender bend, and Korog, sweat beading across narrow back fled South along the Western border of his Pillar just as the creature lunged.
That swipe was strong, a raw type of power that no sentient could muster. As the beast just narrowly stroked two claws to chest, tearing his flesh further, then chain gave a great pull in the opposite direction getting caught between the stone and paw of this five meter long behemoth of a Nexu.
The trauma of the blow pulled tall Korog, frightfully swinging his shoulder and the right side of his elongated face to coarse surface. He grunted, stone cleaved as if it were dust beneath the claws, chain snapped, and he would have only a few moments to gather himself before the creature circled around to finish him.
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