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The beast before Simon was every bit a personification of all he despised about the Sith. Mindless aggression, a lust for violence, a short term outlook and a sub-human mindset. He would not let it live.
The Alliance solider finally drew up beside the padawan, evening the odds, not that the odds had ever mattered to Simon Dram. He was a servant of the light, charged by the Force to put an end to the darkness. He would fight to the last in service of the Force; his rock, his touchstone, his god. He advanced slowly towards the Sith, his steps filled with purpose and resolve. All the while he kept his blue blade ignited, ready to defend against a sudden move by his primitive foe.
He paced before the beast, careful to remain between the Sith and the Alliance soldier; the men and women of the Alliance military were dutiful and courageous, but they were caught in a war between higher powers. Simon would do what he could to protect the man, but if it was a choice between protecting his ally and vanquishing his foe, he would sacrifice the man in a heartbeat. There was too much at stake. There always had been.
His lightsaber hummed before him but he held back from initiating the attack. Though young, Simon was a proficient user of Soresu; his strength here would lie in his ability to defend. While his adversary clearly relied on a powerful offense, his strength would not be inexhaustible; he had already duelled one opponent and every being tired eventually. He expected the beast would play right into his hands, wearing himself down against the Jedi’s blade before leaving himself open to a swift counterstrike.
Yet, the Sith had not yet charged. Like all animals, he would perhaps need some enticement.
Simon raised a hand, motioning to the Alliance soldier to open fire.
The Alliance solider finally drew up beside the padawan, evening the odds, not that the odds had ever mattered to Simon Dram. He was a servant of the light, charged by the Force to put an end to the darkness. He would fight to the last in service of the Force; his rock, his touchstone, his god. He advanced slowly towards the Sith, his steps filled with purpose and resolve. All the while he kept his blue blade ignited, ready to defend against a sudden move by his primitive foe.
He paced before the beast, careful to remain between the Sith and the Alliance soldier; the men and women of the Alliance military were dutiful and courageous, but they were caught in a war between higher powers. Simon would do what he could to protect the man, but if it was a choice between protecting his ally and vanquishing his foe, he would sacrifice the man in a heartbeat. There was too much at stake. There always had been.
His lightsaber hummed before him but he held back from initiating the attack. Though young, Simon was a proficient user of Soresu; his strength here would lie in his ability to defend. While his adversary clearly relied on a powerful offense, his strength would not be inexhaustible; he had already duelled one opponent and every being tired eventually. He expected the beast would play right into his hands, wearing himself down against the Jedi’s blade before leaving himself open to a swift counterstrike.
Yet, the Sith had not yet charged. Like all animals, he would perhaps need some enticement.
Simon raised a hand, motioning to the Alliance soldier to open fire.