The Infernal Child's Chocolate Adventure (Koda Fett)

[Ronan Vizsla]

[member="Adara Raxis"] | [member="Abel Australis"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Irella Vizsla"] | [member="Kaine Australis"]

Every battle was a shift of dynamics.

Cause and effect.

Action, reaction.

Australis launched acid at him? Vizsla made sure he felt it too. It was only fair, after all, and in such cramped angles it was difficult to get anything else done. That was the danger of proximity. You were in trouble of limiting not just their moves. But also yours. The pain was there. Just underneath his skin. The acid was already trickling against his skin. Burning, eating away at him. It wasn't in his eyes, luckily, but already Vizsla could feel it killing the parts of his cheek.

That wasn't the worst part though.

The worst part was the healing. Every micro-second after the acid burned? His skin tried to knit itself back together. Then it got eaten again. Back and forth. Endless agony.

....Australis caused him pain? Vizsla would offer his own. The moment the blade fell to the ground, it wasn't just Kaine's hand that was freed. Ronan's as well, which had been stuck guarding against the sharp edge of the sword.

Ronan acted immediately.

Hand snapping up just as the fire projector was engaged. Both of his crushgaunst whined as the force of the hydraulics moved to squeeze the electronics of Kaine's projector and his other arm. This would have two direct consequences- first, the first licks of fire gushed out over both of them. It singed against his brow, adding towards the malady of the acid. Second? The immediate pressure might cause a catastrophic failure in the supply of the flames.

Causing it to explode a few inches from them.

Or it would just fizzle out, who knows?

 

[Koda Fett]

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It were flames that propelled Fett forwards. His armoured figure was sure to be nothing but a blur as the burst of force into the device had thrust him ahead at a great speed. Someone unfamiliar with such technology was bound to become disorientated by such a thing, but Koda had spent years making use of this jetpack in particular. Those red streaks that soared in his direction had trailed behind him, but only just. They weren't to be lethal considering his attire, but precious time was definitely going to be restricted by such a thing. His intent, of course, was to move ahead of the child and her protector- preventing any further advancement.

​His Carbine let loose another barrage of blue-ringed bolts, intending to ensnare the duo as they ran. Perhaps he could of been more lethal, precise lethality to snuff out that Sith; but there was a lot of money resting on that child's head, and you couldn't quite collect it if it happened to be detached from her body, unfortunately.

Fett had lowered his altitude in the process, rotating through the air whilst pivoting to face them into a hover. It was then, however, that a shadow had cast over them all. He was sure to witness whatever it may be from his current positioning, even if in his peripheral. Could this be the job that goes wrong? Possibly.

@Ronan Vizsla | [member="Irella Vizsla"] | [member="Adara Raxis"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Abel Australis"]

 

[Adara Raxis]

The Myrkyr Cycle Owl was a peculiar creature gifted with a Vornskyr-like hunting ability in the Force. For all extents a bird with raptor-like lethal claws, it had the curious ability to attach telepathically to its’ master. Yet, while its' hunting abilities were gifted, it was as defensively capable as a flock of sparrows collected in close quarters and consumed by flamethrower.

This master was a terrified five year old (oh sorry, five and three quarters year old) girl-child, whose predicament had been known to Mr. Wimple from over a kilometre away. The shadow passing over Koda was quickly gone.

No sounds were likely to echo in his buy’ce’s audio receivers, as the Darasuum Hecr had an uncanny ability to fly silently. Its’s unexplained Force Hunting adaptation meant that the creature instinctively honed in on any weak spots on its’ prey.

Which…. Mr. Wimple did.

The near meter high pet and familiar dove after [member="Koda Fett"], talons extending to claw at the bounty hunter’s left shoulder, ribcage and back, claws capable of digging past armour weave, but not capable of penetrating beskar plate. Should Koda get a shot in, the bird was just that, an avian with no great endurance nor protective measure against conventional weaponry.

Yet, it was not a drag-out fight that the creature instinctually desired, but a series of three dive-bombs with talons raised then clawed into any joint or flesh it could reach.

The distraction was, after all, just that.

Shielding Adara with her body, Aiya whispered in the girl’s ear. Adara's eyes went as wide as her beloved pet’s, as she looked over to [member="Ronan Vizsla"] and [member="Kaine Australis"].

Her Daddy was bleeding.

“No… no, no, no… WHY WON’T YOU GET AWAY FROM ME!?” Clutching Aiya’s exposed arm, a wave of terror lashed out around her, radiating outward and combining with her horror at her beloved father coming to harm.

“It’s all… your…. FAULT!!!!” While her previous scream had been a Force Bellow, this was far more guttural and instinctive. Koda had finally made Adara angry. Rocks and debris picked up around the child, vibrating into smaller and smaller pieces as she gripped Aiya’s arm so tight tiny red welts grew on the nanny’s skin.

The welts grew, and grew, and grew.

Aiya’s face began to go ashen, her hair greying as the Mand’alor’s child drained the life force out of her prudent and sensible caretaker. It only magnified the oncoming storm. Windows in a nearby shop and speeder panes exploded, the glass veering into the whirling collective Adara sent the cacophonic collection of debris at Koda, chasing him with her eyes.