Sol was leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. Rangers were thrown aside like rag dolls, their heads smashing against the adjacent walls as the Sith cleared a path for himself. His gaze was trained forward, his steps purposeful and precise as he made his advance. He could sense Ender nearby, and he could also sense a Lightsider nearby. The Jedi were like an awful stench that permeated through the air and had a very distinct odor.
However, before he could proceed into the room, a man stood in his way. Sol halted in his tracks, gaze lingering for a moment on the red saber, and then flickering over to the blue. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of his rattling breath drawn through the oxygen filtration mask on his face.
The man was a Sith, and the Champion could sense it. There was a flicker of recognition and he could sense the dread in him. It was almost a sliver of fear and there was only one reason for him to feel fear upon seeing a Champion. The Kel Dor didn’t hesitate and the Force rapidly began to coil around Talak’s neck.
“Step aside, maggot,” His cold, mechanical voice cut in as he compressed the Force around him. A saber hilt soared from within the folds of Sol’s cloak to his right hand.
@Phoenix