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The Ragged Man smirked sadistically at the sight of the Sith smashing into the scrap iron ceiling, a satisfying crack massaging his ears, though whether it be from the ceiling or the Sith was up for debate. He could taste the fear in him by this point, delicious, he was lashing out like a baby throwing a tantrum, even futilely trying to throw his lightsaber at him. The Ragged Man couldn't help but laugh as he sidestepped out of it's way, it's thick crimson burn and slow buzz close enough to temporarily suffocate his ears and nose. It was a beautiful smell when paired with defeat, although this lasted but a few moments.
This moment he felt the floor start to give way, The Ragged Man's smug expression vanished entirely, replaced only with a deep foreboding as he looked back and saw the support beam, now sliced in half, it's molten wound oozing down into the metal workings it no longer held up. In the second he looked back, the other Support came loose, and he was suddenly falling a few feet, landing back on to the floor that now lay at an angle and threatened to crush the wall that held up part of the building. He'd made a mistake, one that would cost him dearly, and what better way to accentuate that fact than a table and chair that promptly slammed hard against him. He was already tumbling backward thanks to the floor now being at a slope, they just threw him back, hearing something in his back snap as he hit the railing, that old familiar lake of fire washing through his spine. His lightsaber left his hand as his body flopped over the railing and smacked down on the floor, his impact punctuated with another crack bouncing around the dying walls.
His mind felt so whoozy now...his eyes just saw shadows and shapes, the ground felt so comfy...sleep now, yes...no...no, he wasn't fine, he was wounded, wounded severely
...blacking out...need to get up...
As his world started to crumble and fall around him, The Ragged Man started to struggle and shakily pulled himself to his feet again like a man possessed. He started to lurch toward the front door, tuning out everything but the pain that coursed through his arm, his lungs, his back, letting it all sustain him and keep him going. As he reached the door, it opened to reveal another Sith, her sword already out, but instead of feeling white hot plasma through his chest, The Ragged Man dropped to his knees as his mind filled with blackness. Corruption and death seeped into every pore, tendrils drilling into his mind as the Sith probed and attacked...but her kind of pain was not so different from his.
He thought back to the fire...lying there in the dirt and the soot and the ash, watching him...The Dark Man. He heard the screams as he cut them all up, lips, ears, nose, arms, legs...family and friends, and left The Ragged Man to watch, unable to move, his arm and leg laying there in front of him. He felt the pressure of their bodies being piled on top of him, their lifeless corpses staring at him in morbid fascination...the Sith did this, and now she would feel his pain. The Ragged Man lurched back up and grabbed her by the head, flooding her mind with every scrap of pain and anger he could muster, letting his entire story play into her mind like a slideshow. No one had been able to resist before...but he'd never tried it on the Sith...
This moment he felt the floor start to give way, The Ragged Man's smug expression vanished entirely, replaced only with a deep foreboding as he looked back and saw the support beam, now sliced in half, it's molten wound oozing down into the metal workings it no longer held up. In the second he looked back, the other Support came loose, and he was suddenly falling a few feet, landing back on to the floor that now lay at an angle and threatened to crush the wall that held up part of the building. He'd made a mistake, one that would cost him dearly, and what better way to accentuate that fact than a table and chair that promptly slammed hard against him. He was already tumbling backward thanks to the floor now being at a slope, they just threw him back, hearing something in his back snap as he hit the railing, that old familiar lake of fire washing through his spine. His lightsaber left his hand as his body flopped over the railing and smacked down on the floor, his impact punctuated with another crack bouncing around the dying walls.
His mind felt so whoozy now...his eyes just saw shadows and shapes, the ground felt so comfy...sleep now, yes...no...no, he wasn't fine, he was wounded, wounded severely
...blacking out...need to get up...
As his world started to crumble and fall around him, The Ragged Man started to struggle and shakily pulled himself to his feet again like a man possessed. He started to lurch toward the front door, tuning out everything but the pain that coursed through his arm, his lungs, his back, letting it all sustain him and keep him going. As he reached the door, it opened to reveal another Sith, her sword already out, but instead of feeling white hot plasma through his chest, The Ragged Man dropped to his knees as his mind filled with blackness. Corruption and death seeped into every pore, tendrils drilling into his mind as the Sith probed and attacked...but her kind of pain was not so different from his.
He thought back to the fire...lying there in the dirt and the soot and the ash, watching him...The Dark Man. He heard the screams as he cut them all up, lips, ears, nose, arms, legs...family and friends, and left The Ragged Man to watch, unable to move, his arm and leg laying there in front of him. He felt the pressure of their bodies being piled on top of him, their lifeless corpses staring at him in morbid fascination...the Sith did this, and now she would feel his pain. The Ragged Man lurched back up and grabbed her by the head, flooding her mind with every scrap of pain and anger he could muster, letting his entire story play into her mind like a slideshow. No one had been able to resist before...but he'd never tried it on the Sith...