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Blinking the stars from his eyes, Baalryc regained the use of his eyes just in time to see the Jedi reaching towards him. Feeling the force begin to wrap around him, Baalryc's anger flared as he brought the darkside to bear, wrapping his own layer of defenses beneath the jedi's grip, forcing...

As his saber cleaved through the Jedi's lightsaber hilt, Baalryc noticed the Jedi close his eyes as the lightside coalesced around his hand. Too late to do much, he was caught halfway to closing his own eyes by the flash. Stepping back and withdrawing his extended hand as the world strobes...

Baalryc groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he dropped his commpad onto his lap, where it rustled into the blood red sheets. His SpUber booked, he could attend to less important things, like figuring out where the hell he was. Rubbing his eyes, he looked around the strange room. The...

The Jedi's reflexes were fast, using the force to cast aside the makeshift obstacle that Baalryc had placed in front of his path. The Jedi's slash wouldn't be so successful however as Baalryc was ready to counter. As the blade came in from the left, aimed for his chest, Baalryc took a step back...

Baalryc was dissapointed as the Jedi broke his grip on the bracer. Denied the satisfaction of crushing bone beneath metal, Baalryc snarled as the Jedi began to rush him. Fury burned at his core, and the rush of battle filled him. Fuled by his rage, the darkside once more answered his beckoning...

The Jedi responded with a predictable application of telekinesis. The cold and calculating mind born of decades of war analyzed, while coiled muscles acted on memory instilled on the blood-soaked fields of war. With a quick pivot into a double backstep, Baalryc maintained his white knuckle grip...

Anger flared in Baalryc's eyes as he sent his men to their deaths. Lifeless or broken bodies crushed by the Jedi's destructive use of the force. The Jedi of this age were so careless with their use of the Force. Hatred boiled in his gut as the Jedi's lightsabers blazed white and yellow. The aura...

The attack had been swift. The first wave had poured through the Jedi defenses, pursuing key targets within the temple. Baarlyc and his Bombardiers were a part of the second wave, pushing through the Jedi and into the interior of the temple. Their objective, to eliminate the Jedi. Of course...

The oppressive heat of Roche was almost intolerable, and Baalryc's face was covered in a sheen of sweat, his helmet clipped to his belt. He was loathe to be without the helmet on the battlefield, but underneath it the claustrophobic heat caused rivulets of sweat to flow into his eyes. He...

Baalryc nodded as she accepted his terms. "Quid pro quo as you say, your tutoring in the ways of the Darkside would be an acceptable trade. Lesson for lesson." It was hard to keep the want out of his voice as he stated with a questioning tone in his voice. Making demands of a Sith master might...

Baalryc was a fool. He should have known the opening was too good to be true. A trap sprung. He was committed to the thrust but that didn't mean he couldn't react as the blade swept upwards towards his face and his own attack was deflected. Jerking his head back and tilting it to the side, pain...

Baalryc's blade contacted the Felucian's staff. And was batted aside mercilessly. Baalryc gasped as the staff hammered into the side of his armor like a speeder, the force transferring enough through the armor to bruise heavily. Had he not been wearing the armor he would likely be pissing blood...

Baalryc was almost amused at Nayeli's defense against his false attack. She simply stepped out of the range. The thought flashed through his mind as it played out, a fleeting question of whether she really thought that little of him. Xornoth instead occupied her attention, perhaps threatened by...

Baalryc nodded as Xornoth charged, his intent of cutting down the weaker members of the pack, most likely a keen predator instinct within the warrior. As Xornoth opened up one of the kneeling old men on his way past the enemy formation, one of the shamanistic warriors had turned and given...

The Jedi continued his assault, ferocious swings delivered at lightning pace forcing Baalryc to do everything he could just to survive. The overwhelming flurry of blows forced the Sith to fall into a more basic style of combat, the hard blocks of Shii-Cho preventing his blade from being battered...