Happy Hunting (Raphael & Warvanus)

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus had quickly moved on to the second pair of guards, he was fast his lightsaber taking first one’s head, and before the head hit the ground he had spun and swung in a diagonal downward swing which took the second guards rife barrel. He then brought up the lightsaber and jabbed the guard square in the chest. By this time the third pair had changed their direction and made their way in his direction. He watched as they approached and as they approached he felt his senses prickle his mind *Danger Sense* his eyes flickered to where Raphael was standing with his rifle. He narrowed his eyes.

“Like his father” he thought to himself. He would need to do something about this would be Sith, he like himself only wanted to make a name for themselves in the Empire, which he understood but his father had already warped this acolyte’s mind by spoon feeding him drivel and manipulations. He understood he wanted to make a name for himself, only He by using his Father’s power and status, While Warvanus would do it on his own efforts. Every person he killed, every feat he would perform, every battle he would win were his and only his. There would be a time and place for this later, now they both needed to be focused on the immediate threat.

By the time the third pair came upon him Warvanus made quick work of them. They fell quickly.

Another site caught his eye, the two that were heavily armed than the others had something in their hands. From the look at the distance he was at, they looked like explosives. He should let them blow the building sky high. Take the wannabe Sith with them. Still… He would not underestimate his resourcefulness. Shame he was Lord Blood’s offspring, he might have made a good apprentice if he had took him under his wing. He could fashion him to be a weapon of mass destruction. He leapt at the first of these two demolition experts *Force Jump* With his hand he grabbed him by the neck and slammed him against the wall hard as his armored hand squeezed his throat, his other hand impaled him with his lightsaber. He fell when Warvanus released him, just in time to get attacked by a Nexu.

His reaction to the incoming attack was one second too slow as the beast sent him to the ground his lightsaber released from his hand and rolled a short distance. He fought the beast with his bare hands. It was hungry, its jaws latched on to his forearm, its teeth not doing anything to his armor. With his free hand he punched the Nexu in the side of the head. It released its hold on his arm and staggered back a bit, enough for Warvanus to get on his feet. It leapt for another attack each of Warvanus’ hands on each of the creatures front paws as if wrestling for dominance. The beast proved stronger as it sent Warvanus off his feet. He was still wrestling it, keeping its razor clawed paws away from his face. He was protected by his mask. It was the principle of the matter. The nexu freed one of its paws and as it did Warvanus took a rock that was by his hand and using the rock struck the beast once again in the side of its head. It did more than stagger back allowing the Sith to rise to his feet.

“Want another round Huttspawn?” he spat his hand extended in the direction of his lightsaber , the hilt flew to his hand as the blade once again was active again. “Try it” he whispered with such contempt “I dare you” the beast obliged him only this time Warvanus was swipe at its head and like that the fight was over. He looked around his senses ever alert. He wondered if he should check on Raphael but he was more than capable. The flood of people was much diminished now but around the armory laid bodies and nobody came to see what was going on? Warvanus smiled then it disappeared as he could feel a sense of foreboding *Sense Force Disturbance* someone was approaching them and this person was a Force user, an apprentice of Darth Drukkard perhaps. Time would tell.

He turned in the direction of the lone guard, who had given up on trying to plant explosives on the armory and now was making a run for it. He gaze turned towards Raphael he would give him the honors of disposing of this last body. Now Warvanus knowing a battle with another Force user was imminent he had raised his mental shielding *Force Shield* his senses on high alert as he delved into the Force. Ready for this would be apprentice. He wondered if Raphael was trained enough to sense what he sensed was coming.