The Serpent's Soliloquy (Blood)

[Raphael Xandir]

Raphael was a bit unnerved with the fact that this devil just revealed that he might have eaten his dear friend fox. A moment passed before that thought fleeted away, as the demon pounced upon his pause. Identical clawed strikes came following through, only this time slightly slower. Raphael parried them away just as he did the time before, making sure to avoid that blasted tail.

He was doing just fine, until the demon started putting some of his massive weight behind his strikes. A clawed swat led to a sizeable gash in the lower abdomen part of his bone plate armor. Raphael glanced down to assess this damage just for a moment before he was smashed in the opposite direction. A crippling fist smashed into the young man’s chest as he was sent soaring a few feet away.

Raphael rolled into it, catching himself on one knee. He held his gut as he could already feel bruises forming on it. Finding it hard to breath, he gathered himself to his feet quickly before the beast could capitalize. It was then Raphael truly understood that he couldn’t simply stand toe to toe with this behemoth. He would have to wear it out before making any further strikes.

“You would dare end even those who are loyal to you?” he questioned, gasping for air.

The silver-eyed man was weakened, but he wouldn’t let that affect his quickness. Running towards the devil, he would jump over the beast if it attempted to swat at him. Any further strikes, he would attempt to dance around the beast.

“Your tremendous size and appendages are magnificent to behold, yes. But your vanity will be your downfall!” he yelled out.

Raphael hoped the constant dancing and heckling would prove to do the beast in.

[Slade Xandir]

"Until he decided to attempt contact with Mercy and travel to that traitorous heathen!"

A building current of energy began to build in him from the releasing to repressed information, or memories that weren't mean to be brought back. None of that energy was good.

"And it is my vanity that brought me to such mastery, whelp!"

Still the damned pup couldn't see it was emotions that fed your power, that ruled your conquest of the Dark Side, of Mastery of the Force. Him being added to the list of 'traitors' was only helping him, not hindering him. And it was inevitable that this would come to such degree, but in his absolute rage, Raphael was meant to be gone, right here, right now. Blood had no use for adversaries, no use for dogs who snooped until his back was turned. He had only just gotten this legacy, and he demanded it stay put until someone worthy of him being slaughtered by, came to fruitition. He had no time for this wasted energy, so instead, he would harness it another way, and attempt to obliterate this child once and for all.

--------Begin Force Destruction--------

It began with a splurging pulse of Dark Side suckling. Harvesting the entirety of memories from the beginning, they fed this beastial man, this demi-god who was using them to fuel himself. He harbored such ill will toward his Son, towards his prior packmates, that it grew to it's own illusion, becoming a monster within the Nightmare, himself. In his mind, he could see himself morphing into something tragic, horrific, and with it came the swarm of horror that was his growing power. It infected him, his limbs and mind already being so hand in hand and infused with the Dark Side, golden irises blooming the fires of hate around the eclipse of his pupils. The fever of hunger came over him, and added to the arsenal of energy which could only be described as a mountainous volcano brimmed with pressure and heated destruction. He was pushing this pressure to breaking point, selling his soul to these powerful memories and emotions which ruled the domain of his power, coming from his betraying members, his abandonment, his unprepared reign of Sith, his monstrous image, his loss of his spawn, his fever grew.

The Draconian mashed and crushed this energy into a shapeless mass, forcing the engulfing evil to become more concentrated, and even touching it granted him pain, blessed him with the misery of knowing that all of this madness was happening, real, and there was no possible way he could return to living in peace. He's been here before, lost his mind, left and returned. He followed the pulls, the pushes, the current of this Dark Side energy and rode the waves they provided, relishing this horrible anguish and dismay that came from his own heartbreaks and inadequacies. He held this ball of torment close in his chest, drowning himself in the bliss of wrathful fires and woe. The Sithian added layers upon layers of this sadistic self infliction, growing this tumorous ball of negativity, empowering not only the swell of seducing vanity he held, but the outcome of it. He stepped over the coals of forlorn leadership, and welcomed the blisters with open arms and acceptance. It was carnal, deprived of civility, such an incomprehensible amassment of hatred that only Tormentous could compare against such levels of loathe. And all of it unlocked a separate piece of this man that very few had purposefully crossed. In his mind, Blood wanted Raphael dead, and that was something that was soon to come, as this energy was nothing remotely stoppable. Just as Waves of Darkness entailed, he had gorged upon the vast decreption of spilled sorrow and insane levels of hate and vehemence, which led him to grow so substantially in the Force. The negativity was lodged within his chest like a thunderstorm within the throat of the most pressurized volcano. But unlike Waves of Darkness, there was no thunderous sounds that resulted from the crashing of metaphorical realms merging between emotion and reality. Only relation was the conjoining of power through the expansive collection of ill wills and ire.

With the inner most patience, he pulled every thread within him to focus, with a straining hand he yanked and withdrew his layers of levels and tiers of the emotional war to him, trying his utmost hardest to bind them in the adhesive of vengeance and painful promises. Cloak and daggerous vows, all of it he felt finally connect in a harmony of hurt and negativity. He inhaled, and held the spiked and pronged corruption that sat ready in his chest, voracious wolves pacing at the shut door in his grasp. With inward determination, the edges were drawn together, and from that point, he shoved the immensity of extreme pressure from his chest, and as every push he manifested time seemed to slow even more as the momentum built. The unconscious pleas of Slade to not hurt the boy, to save his Son, a tragedy of sleepwalking mourn that was shackled behind unbreakable bars, the terror only fueled the Sith Lord who pushed harder and faster to move the concentrated ball of chaos as he utilized it to his horrible advantage.

Blood felt the extremity tumble down through the connections of Control and Alteration, his Sense already scaling the magnitude of this essence. If anything, the Sithian could compare this power to that of his Naga's massive cannon, as pressurized as it seemed to be. As it rolled down his bicep and tumbled down to his forearm, his hand rocked into a fist, claws tucked against nearly impenetrable scaled flesh. And it was there the ammunition of Dark Side paused, halted by his will. His concentration was being tested as the push of eager evil energy thirsted to be poured from the conduit, rearing like anxious gualara.

The Dragon King looked at the hurt and already wounded boy, who was once his Apprentice, his hard work, his time, his Son...
Slade watched through the eyes of the Sith Lord, felt through the mind of fractured personality, and ultimately knew the extend of this madman's resolve. Blood was willing to utterly obliterate the Prince of Serpents to prevent the young heir from destroying what he had worked hard to preserve. Slade was losing his Son to this monster, and there was nothing he could do, but watch as the seconds were to be soaked in sadness and blood. The heir would have his deathbed be atop this mountain, and it was this callous realization which allowed Blood even more pleasure in such an execution. The Dark Side goaded him forward in this massacre, and so it was brought to head.

It was then that time hit it's paramount. The door opened as he released the balled up grip to an open palmed allowance, and Pandora's box was set forward with every terrible emotion behind it. Every vile energy possible to be possessed, every evil wit or menacing cunning, every harbored nightmare and every heartbreak. All of it soared from his opened fist, roaring as it's tremendous pressure scorned every single atom, every particulate melting as the frictioned heat of malice and emberous hatred touched it with a searing blaze of energy. This velocity was backed by the power only an exploding star could emit, and it ripped apart layers of rock and ash, disintegrating all that it touched. Glee gleamed in the eyes of the Sith Lord as he was so connected with the horrid energy that he found himself able to feel exactly what was torn to pieces, shredded, destroyed, reduced to ash, cast away in a tide of forced air. He tasted in depth the powdery air as rocks from the mountains flattened ledge that they stood on. He could hear the miniature explosions of rock and debris as it was ruptured and smashed to dust, and even moreso as it rushed directly towards the hurt boy. The air became so charged, little sparks of electricity brightened up spaces between the cloud of graveled rock and dust plumes. He could most certainly hear some kind of cackle of malevolent happiness as it flew towards Raphael, but with him being so absorbed in the destruction, he couldn't exactly distinguish whether it was from him or something else entirely.

The light before him was born from the heavy throttle of particulates and heat, light coming from the abrasion of rock against rock, atoms against other atoms. Materials flew against each other with such a vicious inferno of power that they decimated each other through simple collision, and the complete control he had with Force was the engine behind it all. The soul of this power was in unison with his own, and every fraction of it felt as though he personally was setting off an atomic bomb manually. The immense level of concentration paired with his unstoppable will to rid this realm of his creation was all he needed to decimate the exact portion of rock where his Son stood clutching his wound. The rock shook as it was met with the extreme power of an unforgiving tidal wave.
There was no way anything survived this.

The extreme surge of after-waves pushed his own body back, the last remnants of the vindictive power rocking his body with lash-back. With more or less release of the fading wave, the Sith Lord pulled himself free of the exhausting accomplishment, releasing his hold of the threads he had amassed and congealed of the Dark Side's forces. He knew he wasn't exhausted; more accurately he had exerted himself to an extreme degree and needed a moment before he would be able to perform a feat like that, again. Panting through grit fangs, he pulled in the necessary air to replenish and stabilize his body, and released the remaining amount of Force energy he had to re-equalize throughout his body.


----------End of Force Destruction App--------1,475/1,200 WC----------------

Such tremendous power was not without consequences. With them being on the ledge of a mountain, the rumbling that continued from when he had initially given way to such power hadn't ceased, and where Raphael had apparently been, was gone. As the dust cleared, the Sith watched as a flash of ebony hair and silver bone tumbled with a slide of rock and dust, boulders following not far behind him. It seems from where they had been on the mountain side, the rock had given way as the power split from Blood, saving the Silver by taking him from where the point of impact would have been as far as the Force power.

Snarling, the Draconian leapt from the unstable rock, and threw himself down the side o the mountain, close enough to reach out and scale the rock with holding claws, splinters of light refracting from the extreme friction between he and it. Dragging on his weight and the balance of his tail, he scaled down the side of the mountain, landing only a minutes time after the fallen Prince.

[Raphael Xandir]

Raphael awoke near the bottom of the mountain, the past few moments being a blur in his mind. Coughing up dust and dirt, he finally was able to see where he was and if he was in danger. He began to dig himself out of the rock and rubble before realizing he couldn’t move his right leg. Thankfully he could feel his toes, but they seemed to be under an intense amount of pressure. His mind drifted again as his efforts seemed futile.

How did he survive such a blast from the demon? Bits and pieces came to him as he realized before the moment of impact, he saw the faintest sign of his father in the devil’s eyes. Slade was still in there somehow and not dead forever. He thought for a moment about saving Slade somehow, but then realizing that it would be worthless. Slade was alive but ultimately was trapped inside the body of Blood.

Still trying to put the pieces of his survival together, Raphael noticed the demon start scaling down the mountain. He struggled to get free from under the chaos, as his leg finally popped free. Emerging from the dirt, Raphael limped off of the rubble and collapsed into a grassy courtyard nearby.

Raphael gathered himself to his feet as he felt an intense amount of pain in that right leg of his. He attempted to stand tall as his father approached slowly. Raphael figured now that they were near his precious resorts and the buildings he had built, that the demon wouldn’t attempt another feat within the force like that anytime soon.

Reaching behind his back to retrieve his staff, Raphael was immediately concerned as it was no longer with him. In a panic, Raphael looked around before his eyes were caught by the staff sitting comfortably in the grass a couple of feet to the right of the pair. He would have to make a run for it soon enough and hopefully with it being closer to the resort; the devil wouldn’t charge him as hard.

“You think your destruction scares me? It only serves to prove that I am correct,” he questioned to throw him off guard.

Raphael made a dash for his staff with a roll and a flick of the switch to ignite the blades in style. Turning to defend himself from the demon, Raphael braced for impact.

[Slade Xandir]

Deep in the black, I can't find my way home...
Deep in the land where there's no one I know...
Take me back to the place where there's sun and snow,....
Take me to the land where I know I belong...

Something horrible itched along Blood's back, stretching in two places underneath the cusp of his shoulderblades, but he surmised it to be simply the orbalisks moving about, rearranging themselves. Ignoring the sensation, the Sithian walked his imposing gait to the now frail-looking Son of his.

"I don't need your terror, nor your woe, Raphael."

Opening his fists, the seconds lasted only by fraction as the iconic pair of matching dragonbone sabers flew into his meaty fists with a silent 'swoop'.

"It tastes nice. But what I need, is for you to simply be gone. I will banish you, and with your bedswerving sister, you may never return."

His feet became more grounded in the soft grass as the Son rolled before him in a defensive stance. Both hands held adjacent, the Sithian stomped forward to punish the spawn he had made. Thunderously, both arms rose to come crashing down heavily wherever they swung, powerfully assaulting whatever they touched with the force of the Krayt Dragon, itself. Form V, or Way of the Krayt Dragon, also known as the Perseverance Form, was what Blood stood his ground in, relying on his defense and heavy hitting swings to decimate his Son rather than speed or agility. His feet were evenly spread apart, dark daggerous claws bearing into the soft loam with unforgiving grasp. This was the darkest hour between these two polar opposites, and only the light of Raphael's staff could crash across the hellish swiped of Blood's burgundy weapons.

"Surrender your life to me, Raphael. The Void awaits your visit."

[Raphael Xandir]

Gold met that of red as Raphael struggled to maintain his defense against the true brutal force of the demon. Blades clashed against each other as the fury of the devil would not be denied. Raphael couldn’t stand toe to toe with this beast any longer. The raw strength and power was too much for the young man. He was losing all of his stamina just defending himself.

Deciding upon a new course of action, Raphael managed to slip through one of the beast’s haymakers. He found himself firmly behind the beast; in its confusion Raphael managed to force jump his way out of the situation. The young man was now within the trees and wildlife most near to the resorts, he could hide here among the many other life forces.

In his panic, Raphael focused deep down within himself. He would have to hide his presence and blend it in with the life all around him. It seemed to be an easy concept in theory, but Raphael was a pragmatic man and this rushed process seemed to be near impossible. How could he mask himself as if there was no life emanating from him even if he was still breathing? Nevertheless, he had to try; there was no other option for him at the time.

-Begin Force Mask App- -Word Count: 500-

Raphael concentrated deep down within himself; he could feel everything and sense the force aura within his body. It radiated through him, shining brighter than the rest of the environment around him. It called to his presence, gravitating towards his nearby position. It was beautiful to feel within the force, it was almost sad that he needed to hide his presence from in the force. Raphael never figured that the force flowing through him so freely would ever be an issue for his survival.

The young student started by focusing on the outside environment, the force that flowed so freely around him. His senses revealed this essence of the force as smoke, just as he had seen it so many times before. The strings of the force clung to him so desperately as it would give away his presence to a trained force sensitive very easily.

As the tide of the force splashed all around him, Raphael decided his focus would now be best suited altering that wave of force away from him. Taking a deep breath, Raphael began to push away whatever was drawn to him within the force. It was a powerful struggle, as Raphael had to fight against nature, against something that was present everywhere throughout the galaxy. Two forces were colliding as the warm embrace of the force tried to shove itself toward him harder and harder each time he resisted. He started to form a sort of bubble around his physical being. His will to alter the force began near his feet, attempting to reject the force from the closest source of the force. Building this bubble out from his person, he maintained a tight field around him. It would put forth a valiant effort at keeping the force from flowing around him. Eventually he was able to maintain a steady field around him that did not allow the force to enter.

Now, the hard part began. He had to focus on concealing the ever-present essence of force within himself. He had learned to call upon such control of the force within his body before to enhance his body, but he had never tried to minimize the force within his body before. It flowed so thoroughly throughout his being, within every inch of him. It flowed as his blood flowed, it contracted as his muscles contracted, and it beat just like his heart beat.

Grasping at that control of his body, Raphael forced the smoke out from his blood, his muscles, and his heart. The essence of the force resisted his ploy as maintaining both the bubble and his internal struggle became harder and harder. In fact, he was failing at keep the force around him away from his body as he had a hard time controlling that.

Starting to lose faith, Raphael thought back to his prior training. He recalled what he had achieved so far within the force. It began to feed him, to rapidly grow his confidence. The young man knew he could do it with the right amount of focus and concentration. He had already accomplished so much with the guidance of the force; this should be such a small blimp within his training. Raphael just had to remember that the force would guide his way.

With this renewed sense of confidence and purpose, Raphael began to take hold on that bubble again. He took such a stranglehold on the force around him, that he hardly felt a struggle with his alteration abilities. Now, the fight within himself, the control on his body could finally commence.

Taking that essence of smoke, he retracted it from every inch of his body, the smoke coiled it self-back up from his arms and leg. Raphael balled it up near the core of his being, moving it into one place so that he could decrease his presence. From there he began to control the smoke, to mold it and pack it tighter and tighter as if he was holding a snowball. It bent to his every wish as the packing allowed the essence of the force to grow smaller and smaller. It was packed so tightly; that Raphael believed it couldn’t get any smaller.

The young student couldn’t get it any smaller without losing his hold on the alteration of the force around him. It was here that he found a good equilibrium of balancing his concealment within the force. He was confident he could keep this up just for a few more minutes, maybe that would be enough time for the danger to pass. Surely the demon couldn’t sense his presence within the force anymore. Hopefully he had masked his force sensitivity and blended his life force with the rest of the forest moon.

Even if he couldn’t keep it up for long, Raphael was confident in his new ability within the force. With some more added practice and application, he knew soon enough he would be able to conceal his presence from other force sensitives in the future. The force had guided him through and he would continue to let it do so as his training furthered.

-End Force Mask App- -Word Count: 854/500-

His effort dropped as he expected the demon to sense it almost immediately. Although it was for only a short amount of time, it gave Raphael a good amount of time to recover his physical stamina.

Raphael decided it was best to move through the resorts, the demon wouldn’t want his precious buildings to be destroyed with his wrath. Soon, the young man found him in the lobby of one of the resort buildings. Familiar workers eyed him nervously as he clutched his staff. Raphael held a finger up to his lips to encourage the staff to be as quiet as possible.

[Slade Xandir]

As Raphael slipped through what would have been a devastating blow of his, the irritation immediately unfurled from the scorned Dragon, and his thick and scaled tail curled up and slammed into the grass and debris of cracked mountain with an awful smash. Blood had no intent of letting Raphael escape with his life, but that was just what the snake had done!

Determined to not allow the prince of serpents slither free from his tomb, Blood whirled with both sabers around to where the silver eyed heir had stood mere seconds ago, but the garnet blades hissed against empty air, not skin, not flesh, not bone, nor marrow. Not hair, nor scalp, no, but air. A realization; the bastard had vanished right under his nares. A nightmarish roar echoed through the land, and it poured from the lips of a monster, Lord Blood, who had every right to be pissed off.

'clumsy' he sneered to himself. 'unwary' he cursed. But in the end, he had his Senses, and those would assist him in the retrieval of the lost soul.
Only it would not. As he heavily relied on his Force powers to find his prey, the absolute silence of what was once his Son's signature in the Force, the usual scent of smoke, ash, and deceit, all of it vanished just as he began his search for it. This only infuriated the hellish man more, and stomping through the grass, he trekked through the meadow, loincloths flowing with the intense speed of which he hulked through. Torrential sized man stalked through the grass and flowers, no care for how hard Slade or even the prior version of himself had worked to produce the vain attempt at beauty and respite. His huge feet smashed the flowers and bushes with no restraint, massive form walking through the flora with no aim but to kill his Son. He wouldn't allow this betrayal any room to grow, and to end it here while he had the chance, he goaled himself to do.

The second the veil was removed, his crown whipped around to face exactly where the resort lie...
Come out...

Come out.....

He walked to the resort, fully prepared to dice anyone or even anything that moved.

[Raphael Xandir]

He was gone; it had changed him. Slade was no more that much was for sure now. Raphael’s senses could pick out the faint sound of thumping, louder and louder. It was growing closer as ripples were sent through the water of the fountain in the middle of this lobby. Workers cowered behind the reception desk as the sound now became more and more apparent to the untrained ear. The devil was on a path and he cared not for the vanity Slade had created. The demon would have its revenge and Raphael had to brace himself for the rage that came with it.

Identical golden blades ignited from both ends of the magnificent staff as the workers jumped in a startled fright. Surely they had seen this weapon before but this time, it seemed more real than ever. His attention was turned to them now as a hand was waved toward the door to the resort. The glass doors slide open allowing the drapes along the wall to rustle in the breeze. Raphael motioned for workers to exit hastily into the dark of night. He offered them passage before the hurricane came, if they did not head his word, so be it.

The same gloved hand that opened the doors reached up to the ceiling of the lobby. Lights began to flicker as Raphael worked to consume the brightness. If he were to prevail this day, he would need to be in his most comfortable state; within darkness. The young man would allow the devil to see his golden blades, surely pressing forward with rage, but what would follow would be trickery in darkness.

For now, he maintained his position in the dark. The sound of thumping grew closer than before; he was near. The devil knew where he was now; it was time to face his demons.

Turning to the fountain now, Raphael took a horizontal strike to the elegant stone; shattering it in half. Water began spewing in all different directions as the pressure forced it all over the marble flooring. Retracting his staff, Raphael began to move in the darkness, as the floor became slicker. He would attempt to take any advantage away from the beast; his natural strength couldn’t be forced upon Raphael if it couldn’t get the proper footing. Strength weakened, sight weakened, Raphael would took the necessary steps to prevail.

In the darkness, he crouched waiting. Now… It was here.

[Slade Xandir]

ᴸᴼˢᵀ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴱᶜᴴᴼ...

Blood felt the strike miss, his sabers soaring with intense lack of mercy through the air where Raphael once stood. Immediate rage bled through the tyrant of a monster, thick obsidian tail whipping harshly against the loam with enough force to leave an impression. The sweat and tears of vegetation and debris surged through the nares, and he could feel the cries of the air, the wind carrying the pain of the scalded and shredded life on this moon that he had once worked to preserve. All of them, the woe and misery of the Force he ignored their pitiful whelps and instead drank in the pain of the desolation. It fueled the evil within, bringing blossoms of vile intent from the Dark Side's malevolent whispers, evolving the soft murmurs to full on screams and extreme desires.

But amongst all of the sounds and smells, Blood found that within his web of sensitivity, his Son's scent was no longer there. In the expanse of choices he had to pluck from within his threads, the smoky slither of ash and deceit, his Son, had vanished. Had he been against an apparition? No, he may be mad, but he was not imagining things. Instead, the Dragon was amused; had Raphael displayed an opposed view, he would have been well into the leagues of a Phantom for his Cerberus council. Instead the whelp was too busy being ruled by his idiocy, refusing to take that immense level of regal power only true heirs deserved.

Turning from the empty ghastly of settling dust, Blood swiveled his unnerving gaze directly at the resort; within, he felt panic, fear. Like a serpent who's forked tongue flecked the air for information, his Force directed him to the terror, drawn to the site like a shark to spilled blood. He had watched the brilliance of the lights flicker as if they gasped for breath before being asphyxiated, and the resort's reception room plunged into darkness.
His smile grew.

Striding confidently to the reception room, Blood pulled himself into the small but airy place, cream curtains billowing with his loincloths as he blocked the entrance, pinching the airway and silhouetting against the only remaining source of light. An eclipse of a terrible figure was his form, and he reveled in the spike of fear it brought forth from the cowering Omwati who attempted to hide from him. It seems Fiona and Liona had fled the moment they could through the back exit, but Diona had no time to. It took only a sliver of the omitted ominous power from him to knock away the grand desk, sharding it into splinters against a nearby sandstone wall. A squawk from the fearful omwati woman was all she could muster before she was snatched up by an unseen hand and held before him.

"Where is he..." he growled in his sinister reverberation of baritones to the teary woman. "He's right-" was what she immediately rushed out before his Force's grasp tightened explicably across her windpipe. Manicured pearly nails clawed against her throat as she tried to pull an invisible hand from her neck. Blood was no longer paying attention to her-

Raphael had given himself up.

In the ripples of disturbed water, soon came back to Blood the wash of that familiar scent, the ash, dry and humorless with that tinge of hidden agenda. And he was right in the room with him.

It was then Blood found the Omwati's persistent motions to be a bother, the kicking, the struggling whimpers, the basic thumping of her heart...it was a distraction to him, and he simply couldn't give Raphael his full attention with her just being alive. It was that final conclusion that gave him a twitch to that clawed monstrous hand, and the 'crack' was heard with a scandalous pitch through the echoes of the room.

"You're next, Raphael."

[Raphael Xandir]

Silver eyes pierced through the darkness that was the lobby of the resort. Water still flowed freely along the floor as Raphael found himself perched atop one of the many tables. Sweaty palms clasped that of his staff, ready to pounce at a moments notice. Members of the resort staff had fled, but it seemed a few still cowered in the darkness as Raphael did. Yet, they were not as skilled with darkness as the young man was. Muffled sounds could be heard on the other side of the room as they looked to keep hidden from the beast approaching.

They were too loud, he was going to be here soon and ---

A large silhouette appeared through the entrance, scanning the room, waiting to inflict terror upon it. Just as suspected, he found the workers of the resort rather easy. Terror struck through their eyes as the devil took away their only cover with one clean swing of an arm. Raphael felt her pain, their terror as he stood over them demanding her to present him with his son. The young man couldn’t fault the lowly workers they were beyond frightened, he would understand if they gave him up. But just as she was about to, she was snatched into the air by the demon.

Shifting in his position as the girl now struggled for her life, a simple noise could be heard when the table moved with him. A costly mistake as it seemed the demon no longer would need the girl he held within his grasp. A quick snap and splash within the pool of water was all Raphael needed to hear to understand what had happened.

Add the staff to the innocent lives that had been lost at the hand of this monster. No more would be allowed; it was time to end everything here and now.

Feeling the smoke yet again coursing through his body, he focused the essence down into his legs and feet. One foot on the wall behind him, one foot firmly planted on the table, he prepared himself. Leaping through the air, he ignited his staff, intent on doing some damage to the demon. His twin golden blades struck ahead of him as he slid on the wet surface. Waves were sent in opposite directions as Raphael regained himself into a defensive stance; hopeful he made a dent in the beast.

“Enough talk,” he added.

Intent on causing more damage, Raphael leapt forward again within the force making precise strikes. He would stick to this strategy, hoping to tire out the larger individual. A jump, a strike, recover, and again.

[Slade Xandir]

The Force warned him of the impending strike, and with the only allotted time he had to respond with, he flung the still-held body of the Omwati woman up as a deterrent shield. The bright saberstaff's glow punctured through the corpse with a gore-ridden hiss, and the sizzle of the blade's end had only just touched the curved surface of the orbalisk's shell. As the parasite was in pain, it bit harder into Blood, injecting him with extreme torture. The pain and adrenaline mixed in a never ending cocktail of desire to murder. Valkyr was activated by his increased heartrate, and with unnatural speed, she flew in a 4 legged pace from the Infiltrator to the resort's entrance, but with a held up hand, he denied her interference. Remaining in Protocol mode, she remained on standby in the doorway, optics green and operating on assistance. Flinging aside the body as he deflected the blade, his resolution was clear.

He was going to kill Raphael. He wanted to do it personally...

And he was going to do it with a smile on his face.

Activating both of his sabers, the darkness of the room was illuminated by both gold and burgundy. If mixed, a horrid orange would illuminate the room...

The color of fire.


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Current weapons/armor

Orbalisk Armor
Dark Side Amulet
2 Lightsabers
Protocol Droid