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Faction The Strength of the Wolf | Iron Wolves ME
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Forged Through Fire
Torva realized she didn’t have time to ponder what she was going to do, or even reflect on her training. Everything happened so fast, too fast, for her to think - only to act.
The strange wolf-like creatures were upon them in seconds, a handful being shot down by the Warmaster, before the monsters closed the distance enough that beskads were needed to fight back against them. Blades carved through flesh and bone as the twisted wolf creatures split to attack them individually. Warmaster Monroe cut down the one that had charged her, and Sylor was killing another.
"Don't let them separate us!" came Sylor’s warning as more of the creatures arrived, though Torva barely heard it over the rushing sound of her own pulse in her ears. One lunged for Jaren, and Torva moved with a strength and ferocity she didn’t know she was capable of, feeling a strange surge of protective aggression for the man she loved.
The weight of the strike of her vibro-sword against the creature’s arm and side that was closest to her was jarring, but it cut cleanly through the appendage and left a gash along the side of its chest. The creature snarled and howled in pain before it turned on her a heartbeat later with a devastating swipe of its other clawed paw, and she had to duck to avoid having her head cleaved from her shoulders.
Once again, Torva didn’t think, she just moved - and with an upward thrust her blade sank deep into the creature’s center mass, dealing catastrophic damage to organs and tissues within. With a fierce little cry, Torva yanked her blade free as the lupine body collapsed at her feet, blood spewing from the hole left behind.
Adrenaline was now properly dumping through her body, chasing away any lingering doubts or fears she might have had going into her first true taste of combat.
Suddenly, an invisible blast of concussive power erupted from their midst and tore a gaping hole through the chest of another wolf-like creature which had attacked the Warmaster and knocked her into a nearby wall. The energy Torva felt from that sent a chill up her spine, but she forced herself to ignore the strange and rather disconcerting feeling that crawled along her skin in order to focus on the task at hand.
Warmaster Monroe barked an order to them all in Mando’a, though most of what she had said was lost on Torva. She was still learning the language of the Mandalorians, and though she had improved in that area, she still had a lot to learn. So she watched the others and how they reacted to those words, to glean what she should do next.
Another wolf charged in and lunged, and Torva was caught unprepared due to her momentary distraction. She was knocked down, hard, the wind escaping her lungs as the creature’s weight bore down on her. Her vibro-sword was knocked from her grasp and suddenly, the red head felt true and genuine fear spike through her. She wanted that damn creature off of her, but it was too heavy to push off physically. A hand flew up and pressed against the throat of the creature as its maw tried to crush her face - anything to hold back certain death or at least severe disfigurement just a little longer. Torva threw all of her concentration into keeping the monstrosity at a distance, her face contorted into a grimace behind her T-visor.
She didn’t know how long she could keep it at bay, and she knew that unless she got herself free soon, she would not be leaving these mines alive.
The strange wolf-like creatures were upon them in seconds, a handful being shot down by the Warmaster, before the monsters closed the distance enough that beskads were needed to fight back against them. Blades carved through flesh and bone as the twisted wolf creatures split to attack them individually. Warmaster Monroe cut down the one that had charged her, and Sylor was killing another.
"Don't let them separate us!" came Sylor’s warning as more of the creatures arrived, though Torva barely heard it over the rushing sound of her own pulse in her ears. One lunged for Jaren, and Torva moved with a strength and ferocity she didn’t know she was capable of, feeling a strange surge of protective aggression for the man she loved.
The weight of the strike of her vibro-sword against the creature’s arm and side that was closest to her was jarring, but it cut cleanly through the appendage and left a gash along the side of its chest. The creature snarled and howled in pain before it turned on her a heartbeat later with a devastating swipe of its other clawed paw, and she had to duck to avoid having her head cleaved from her shoulders.
Once again, Torva didn’t think, she just moved - and with an upward thrust her blade sank deep into the creature’s center mass, dealing catastrophic damage to organs and tissues within. With a fierce little cry, Torva yanked her blade free as the lupine body collapsed at her feet, blood spewing from the hole left behind.
Adrenaline was now properly dumping through her body, chasing away any lingering doubts or fears she might have had going into her first true taste of combat.
Suddenly, an invisible blast of concussive power erupted from their midst and tore a gaping hole through the chest of another wolf-like creature which had attacked the Warmaster and knocked her into a nearby wall. The energy Torva felt from that sent a chill up her spine, but she forced herself to ignore the strange and rather disconcerting feeling that crawled along her skin in order to focus on the task at hand.
Warmaster Monroe barked an order to them all in Mando’a, though most of what she had said was lost on Torva. She was still learning the language of the Mandalorians, and though she had improved in that area, she still had a lot to learn. So she watched the others and how they reacted to those words, to glean what she should do next.
Another wolf charged in and lunged, and Torva was caught unprepared due to her momentary distraction. She was knocked down, hard, the wind escaping her lungs as the creature’s weight bore down on her. Her vibro-sword was knocked from her grasp and suddenly, the red head felt true and genuine fear spike through her. She wanted that damn creature off of her, but it was too heavy to push off physically. A hand flew up and pressed against the throat of the creature as its maw tried to crush her face - anything to hold back certain death or at least severe disfigurement just a little longer. Torva threw all of her concentration into keeping the monstrosity at a distance, her face contorted into a grimace behind her T-visor.
She didn’t know how long she could keep it at bay, and she knew that unless she got herself free soon, she would not be leaving these mines alive.