terrorizer
The Defense of the Devourer
Writing with:
Mairéad Solus
// Open for interaction
Tag:
Ingrid L'lerim
Objective: Halt the advance of intruders.
Location: The Devourer.
Equipment in bio.
the Vorm of the Ren
Writing with:
Mairéad Solus
// Open for interactionTag:
Ingrid L'lerim
Objective: Halt the advance of intruders.
Location: The Devourer.
Equipment in bio.
the Vorm of the Ren
She noticed, and as she switched off the grenades on her belt, the air around them cooled.
Of course she did, she had the Force on her side. Yet what happened after, she could not prevent, and that was the Ren's goal all along. The slow, tension-filled prelude to their one-on-one combat switched gears hard; what's more, it kicked into overdrive. The soldier further back attempted to throw the telekinetically-primed grenade belt away, but it exploded in his grasp, vaporizing most of his body in a spectacle of gore and blood, thrashing and stunning those around him with its fiery close-proximity shockwave.
The moment the string of detonations rang out, so did something far more terrible happen onboard the Devourer; someone immensely powerful in the Force cast out their grasp over the ship itself and tore apart its internal structure in but a second. Waves of tremor rippled through and around the corridor they were in after the exploding grenades. But there was no time to waste; he had nowhere to go anyway.
The fire suppressant system kicked in and the terrorizer exploded down the hallway; but so did Mairéad's rifle discharge in tandem. Vorm's personal energy shield soaked the initial shot that would have hit him in the shin, the otherwise invisible bubble around his body flaring up in colorful geometric patterns – but he leapt once, twice, three times as he bent forward and flew down the corridor, quartering the distance between them each time he launched himself off of the floor or sidewall.
It was time to determine what this House Solus had to offer; for Vorm had no idea who they were.
First, he knew he still had to thin the number of her remaining lackeys, so with a hateful forward stab with his lightsaber he first attempts to gore the lady in the stomach, hoping that there remained no layers of Beskar underneath her leather belts that looped around her hip.
But he would not stop there. Regardless of his thrust's success, he maintains his gathered momentum as he slides forward low on the ground, aiming to get closer to the soldiers behind her and perforate weak spots in their lightsaber-resistant armor using the rarely-seen practices of Trákata combat.
Flashes of red illuminate the horrific scenes that the explosion left behind as Vorm activates-deactivates his two lightsabers in a dizzying flurry of quick attacks at the remaining soldiers thrown back by the explosion, while also keeping in mind that his main opponent could easily pounce at him at any moment.
Of course she did, she had the Force on her side. Yet what happened after, she could not prevent, and that was the Ren's goal all along. The slow, tension-filled prelude to their one-on-one combat switched gears hard; what's more, it kicked into overdrive. The soldier further back attempted to throw the telekinetically-primed grenade belt away, but it exploded in his grasp, vaporizing most of his body in a spectacle of gore and blood, thrashing and stunning those around him with its fiery close-proximity shockwave.
The moment the string of detonations rang out, so did something far more terrible happen onboard the Devourer; someone immensely powerful in the Force cast out their grasp over the ship itself and tore apart its internal structure in but a second. Waves of tremor rippled through and around the corridor they were in after the exploding grenades. But there was no time to waste; he had nowhere to go anyway.
The fire suppressant system kicked in and the terrorizer exploded down the hallway; but so did Mairéad's rifle discharge in tandem. Vorm's personal energy shield soaked the initial shot that would have hit him in the shin, the otherwise invisible bubble around his body flaring up in colorful geometric patterns – but he leapt once, twice, three times as he bent forward and flew down the corridor, quartering the distance between them each time he launched himself off of the floor or sidewall.
It was time to determine what this House Solus had to offer; for Vorm had no idea who they were.
First, he knew he still had to thin the number of her remaining lackeys, so with a hateful forward stab with his lightsaber he first attempts to gore the lady in the stomach, hoping that there remained no layers of Beskar underneath her leather belts that looped around her hip.
But he would not stop there. Regardless of his thrust's success, he maintains his gathered momentum as he slides forward low on the ground, aiming to get closer to the soldiers behind her and perforate weak spots in their lightsaber-resistant armor using the rarely-seen practices of Trákata combat.
Flashes of red illuminate the horrific scenes that the explosion left behind as Vorm activates-deactivates his two lightsabers in a dizzying flurry of quick attacks at the remaining soldiers thrown back by the explosion, while also keeping in mind that his main opponent could easily pounce at him at any moment.
