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- Dec 19, 2015
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Vashiir was freed from the oppressive force as the Sith flailed to keep his balance, being thrown across the platform in a tumble that almost brought him over the edge.
"Remain within the red lines during departure." Mors was not within the red lines. He rested onto his back briefly and pushed up with his hands at either side of his head, regaining his posture. For as far as the eye could see was sprawling jungle, thousands of feet below them and hovering all around in their rocky clumps. Waterfalls cascaded from the floating islands and evaporated into nothingness mid-air. Exotic birds called out in choir, chirping and cawing to create a symphony of wild sounds.
The platform made a rickety trail across the railing as the bounty hunter and the Sith prepared for the next assault. Mors activated his saber and took a sidelong stance, holding his weapon out with a hooked arm in a point at Vashiir. His right arm, which he favoured being unoccupied for better force manipulation, simply waited vacantly. He wouldn't allow Vashiir to get the jump again; with all the animosity he could siphon he charged at the Farghul and thrust his blade forward in an attempt to impale him, redoubling by swinging the blade up in an arc and bringing it diagonally down to catch him in any attempt at countering. A dismissive cleave.
"Remain within the red lines during departure." Mors was not within the red lines. He rested onto his back briefly and pushed up with his hands at either side of his head, regaining his posture. For as far as the eye could see was sprawling jungle, thousands of feet below them and hovering all around in their rocky clumps. Waterfalls cascaded from the floating islands and evaporated into nothingness mid-air. Exotic birds called out in choir, chirping and cawing to create a symphony of wild sounds.
The platform made a rickety trail across the railing as the bounty hunter and the Sith prepared for the next assault. Mors activated his saber and took a sidelong stance, holding his weapon out with a hooked arm in a point at Vashiir. His right arm, which he favoured being unoccupied for better force manipulation, simply waited vacantly. He wouldn't allow Vashiir to get the jump again; with all the animosity he could siphon he charged at the Farghul and thrust his blade forward in an attempt to impale him, redoubling by swinging the blade up in an arc and bringing it diagonally down to catch him in any attempt at countering. A dismissive cleave.