Julian Viles Priest
Character
Julian took the sword with gratitude, even if he was his own man, he had to respect the powerful, and Ferus fumed it power. Tossing his own sword to the side, Julian cracked his neck, and got ready to get to work on dismembering scumbags. With this sword in his hand, he knew it was no ordinary sword, but a Sith Sword, like ones he had read about in the upper levels, and the academies. Sharp, and never dulling. It could even go toe to toe with a lightsaber itself. Blood would be everywhere. "Yes, my lord. Thank you my lord."
Julian bowed, and ran passed the woman..child..thing, the evil made flesh to his next objective, slice and dice.
He found himself, a few minutes later, in a corridor full of low lifes, each waiting to taste the sting of his blade. He grinned wider, held the weapon in both hands in front of him, and crooked his head. "Who will bleed the most?"
One man charged his right, only to be impaled right off the bat, and be used as a meat shield against blaster fire that came from the other three down the hall. This corridor, he felt, lead to a back entrance. He had to clear it.
Julian bowed, and ran passed the woman..child..thing, the evil made flesh to his next objective, slice and dice.
He found himself, a few minutes later, in a corridor full of low lifes, each waiting to taste the sting of his blade. He grinned wider, held the weapon in both hands in front of him, and crooked his head. "Who will bleed the most?"
One man charged his right, only to be impaled right off the bat, and be used as a meat shield against blaster fire that came from the other three down the hall. This corridor, he felt, lead to a back entrance. He had to clear it.