Jacen Cavill
I Am Death
[member="Darron Wraith"]
Deadly sight was quite the ability, and one very unique to Darth Kryptus. It wasn't the normal, run-of-the-mill Sith lightning that was overly abused by his peers. This was an expression of hatred and malice in it's purest form. It took the phrase, if looks could kill, to a whole new level. Only those with the innate ability to truly tap into their rage could do it, and it took a special kind of courage to do so. Most Sith were held back by fear, mainly by the fear of what they would become. Kryptus couldn't count how many of his supposed "brethren" shared that flaw. How many apprentices have I tried to teach this gift to? It was a rhetorical question, because none could embrace their hate enough to let the energy flow forth like that. Cavill himself had no issue with that, so the beams of hatred fired right at their intended target. "I will have your head by the end of this day," he said as the beams were just about to make contact. His actual words lost in the screeching sound of the blast as the heat made it's way to Darron Wraith.
Only it didn't hit him, blinding light was blocking his blast. Jacen's feet planted, and his grip on Daesumnor only tightened as their blasts worked against each other. Pulling deep from the never ending well of rage within, he let all his feelings for the Jedi order spew forth. His power only intensified, thanks to the dose of Sith Poison he had taken before their battle. Thanks to [member="Valik"]'s upgrades, the overdose only intensified as his mutated adrenal glands fired. More poison flooded his veins, but his hatred was being beaten back by the Jedi before him.
Until, he was literally blinded by the light.
His eyes closed as he stepped back, the shockwave from their energies washing over him. "It ends here, Sith." Those words caught his attention as the Jedi Master stood up valiantly and launched a charge towards him, victory in his eyes. As soon as they were in close range, a scuffle erupted, though no blades made contact. Echani training, fueled by his Force-enhanced senses took over. For every powerful strike, Wraith came back with a counter he didn't expect. Experience was the deciding factor here as the Jedi allowed himself to be filled with the Force, which only fueled the Sith poison in his veins to increase his own rage. Seconds passed by in a blur as their melee took over, until a resounding blow struck his ribs.
"AH," he screamed in surprise as he felt his bones break in his ribs. The still forming bone was nothing against that concentrated strike, and Kryptus mentally kicked himself for striking while his body was still in transition. Another strike was aimed at him, and he went to block it before he heard a snap-hiss as pain shot though his body. Looking down, sweat poured from his face under the mask of Nihlus as he looked down to see the amethyst blade piercing his torso. Fear started to flood his veins, until the Sith poison took over. Blinded by rage momentarily, he immediately grabbed Darron's durasteel hand with his left, open hand. Strength flooded his grip as the new power took over, and the prosthesis bent in and snapped like a mere twig in his grasp. The lightsaber deactivated, and the pain ceased momentarily as he saw shock flood his opponents eyes.
Kryptus hadn't let go of the Jedi Master, and a sick laugh laced his words. "You're right Jedi, this does."
In a blur of motion, Daesumnor went above the Jedi and was brought down, it's tempered blade cleaving straight through the Jedi's right shoulder and separating his arm from his body. Pain and shock crossed the Jedi's face, until Jacen brought his boot up and launched the Jedi nearly twenty meters away with the power of his boot. Looking down at the grim trophy still in his hand, he dropped Wraith's ruined prosthesis and what remained of that arm. Blood lust filled Kryptus' eyes as he marched towards his opponent while pulling his duster back to him. Sliding it back on as he crossed the distance, he spun the blade in his hands as he prepared the show the galaxy what had happened...
Deadly sight was quite the ability, and one very unique to Darth Kryptus. It wasn't the normal, run-of-the-mill Sith lightning that was overly abused by his peers. This was an expression of hatred and malice in it's purest form. It took the phrase, if looks could kill, to a whole new level. Only those with the innate ability to truly tap into their rage could do it, and it took a special kind of courage to do so. Most Sith were held back by fear, mainly by the fear of what they would become. Kryptus couldn't count how many of his supposed "brethren" shared that flaw. How many apprentices have I tried to teach this gift to? It was a rhetorical question, because none could embrace their hate enough to let the energy flow forth like that. Cavill himself had no issue with that, so the beams of hatred fired right at their intended target. "I will have your head by the end of this day," he said as the beams were just about to make contact. His actual words lost in the screeching sound of the blast as the heat made it's way to Darron Wraith.
Only it didn't hit him, blinding light was blocking his blast. Jacen's feet planted, and his grip on Daesumnor only tightened as their blasts worked against each other. Pulling deep from the never ending well of rage within, he let all his feelings for the Jedi order spew forth. His power only intensified, thanks to the dose of Sith Poison he had taken before their battle. Thanks to [member="Valik"]'s upgrades, the overdose only intensified as his mutated adrenal glands fired. More poison flooded his veins, but his hatred was being beaten back by the Jedi before him.
Until, he was literally blinded by the light.
His eyes closed as he stepped back, the shockwave from their energies washing over him. "It ends here, Sith." Those words caught his attention as the Jedi Master stood up valiantly and launched a charge towards him, victory in his eyes. As soon as they were in close range, a scuffle erupted, though no blades made contact. Echani training, fueled by his Force-enhanced senses took over. For every powerful strike, Wraith came back with a counter he didn't expect. Experience was the deciding factor here as the Jedi allowed himself to be filled with the Force, which only fueled the Sith poison in his veins to increase his own rage. Seconds passed by in a blur as their melee took over, until a resounding blow struck his ribs.
"AH," he screamed in surprise as he felt his bones break in his ribs. The still forming bone was nothing against that concentrated strike, and Kryptus mentally kicked himself for striking while his body was still in transition. Another strike was aimed at him, and he went to block it before he heard a snap-hiss as pain shot though his body. Looking down, sweat poured from his face under the mask of Nihlus as he looked down to see the amethyst blade piercing his torso. Fear started to flood his veins, until the Sith poison took over. Blinded by rage momentarily, he immediately grabbed Darron's durasteel hand with his left, open hand. Strength flooded his grip as the new power took over, and the prosthesis bent in and snapped like a mere twig in his grasp. The lightsaber deactivated, and the pain ceased momentarily as he saw shock flood his opponents eyes.
Kryptus hadn't let go of the Jedi Master, and a sick laugh laced his words. "You're right Jedi, this does."
In a blur of motion, Daesumnor went above the Jedi and was brought down, it's tempered blade cleaving straight through the Jedi's right shoulder and separating his arm from his body. Pain and shock crossed the Jedi's face, until Jacen brought his boot up and launched the Jedi nearly twenty meters away with the power of his boot. Looking down at the grim trophy still in his hand, he dropped Wraith's ruined prosthesis and what remained of that arm. Blood lust filled Kryptus' eyes as he marched towards his opponent while pulling his duster back to him. Sliding it back on as he crossed the distance, he spun the blade in his hands as he prepared the show the galaxy what had happened...