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Nuju found himself suddenly thrown into the air, water clasping around him as he gasped in a horror filled realisation of the mistake he'd made, he should have taken his chance to escape, these Sith simply couldn't be reasoned with. He briefly flickered his eyes upwards in the confusion, catching a glimpse of the dangling and screaming bodies hanging from a skyscraper above him as Ila unleashed a short spark of Sith lightning into the water that coursed around his body. The energy crackled through the air before bursting into the watery cloak, surging throughout it and throughout Nuju who opened his mouth to howl in pain as the sith lightning began to peel off his skin, clumps of fur being torn off by the attack. Nuju swiftly came to regret the decision to open his mouth as he felt another sensation touch upon his face, cold and wet at first, though that quickly changed.
Ichabod had launched a small mass of acid onto the Jedi Councillors face which quickly began to corrode away at his features, his, his skin literally melting away in another extreme form of pain that was similar yet so unlike that which coursed through his body. Ichabod was guiding the acid with the force, taking it up his nostrils, causing the bridge of his nose to collapse. It coused past his lips and melted away at his gums and tongue which bubbled inside his mouth. His eyes thankfully remained somewhat intact, though nontheless steam was rising from every inch of his body.
Summoning what was left of his strength, Nuju screeched out in pain once again, a blue bubble of energy bursting out from him and expanding in all directions, taking with it both acid and water before it dissipated in the air. Both Baranova and Ichabod still had a hold of the Jedi Councillor however and kept him steady in mid-air, his body a sore sight. He was bloodied all over, his body horrifically burnt, clumps of skin missing, his face was now a lopsided mess of partially melted skin that lacked a nose. With an exasperated utterance, Nuju uttered two words, "I surrender."
Ichabod promptly burst into laughter before signalling for Ila to let go of her grasp of the Jedi. Once she did, Ichabod pulled Nuju to the ground, smacking him face-first into the hard concrete floor with an audible splash and a smack as he passed through the thin layer of water. Ichabod telekinetically held Nuju's head underwater as he hopped off his landspeeder and calmly walked over to the minuscule Jedi. Once by his side, Ichabod kicked the creature over and looked down on him with a wide grin, "I expected something more, I didn't even get to use my 'tiny bombs' on you, but surrender accepted, but you do remember what I said earlier, I'm going to have some fun with you first Jedi."
Nuju shuddered, though doing so caused him to wince in pain, every inch of his body was in tremendous pain already. Trying to put on a stern face, the Jedi muttered, "There is nothing you can do to me.... to break my spirit."
"Oh pfft," Ichabod stifled a chuckle as he waved his hand, "I don't really care too much if I do or not, I just want to hear you scream a little bit more."
Nuju promptly spat out a small spirt of water that was dyed red with his own blood up at Ichabod, splattering against his chest. The Crusader frowned in return before stamping Nuju's chest with sufficient force to crack the already broken concrete underneath them even further. Nuju coughed up further blood as Ichabod signalled for Ila to telekinetically hold the Jedi steady, pinning Nuju's arms and legs down on the ground as Ichabod began to circle around him with a grin. "For memory," He started, his voice almost like a hiss, "We were going to start with one of your eyes were we not?"
Bending down over Nuju, Ichabod raised his cybernetic left hand, a small blade promptly spurting out from his finger tip. Staring down into Nuju's eyes, Ichabod's grin spread even wider as he activated his holo-transmitter so as it would capture this moment. Resting his right hand on Nuju's forehead, Ichabod pressed the blade flat along Nuju's right eye before telekinetically lifting the Jedi's eyelid slightly and slipping the blade inside. Nuju whimpered, but didn't scream, causing Ichabods grin to falter briefly as he began to pull his blade along the Jedi's eye, carving out its outline, blood beginning to seep out all around it. Once he'd made a full circle, Ichabod plunged his blade even deeper behind the eye and with a simple flick of his wrist, the eyeball popped out from its socket, finally causing Nuju to scream though the small Jedi quickly bit his tongue straight after. That just seemed to excite Ichabod even further as he slowly placed his fingers around the eye and pulled it further from its socket, dangling from its nerves that were still attached to Nuju's head, though they were beginning to strain.
Once Ichabod was certain Nuju's left eye could see his right, Ichabod moved his right hand to force Nuju's left eye open, holding his eyelids up as he began to roll the eyeball around in his fingers, twisting the nerves and causing Nuju to squirm underneath him. With a grin, Ichabod pressed the eye between his fingers, causing it to pop in a gunky mess of fluids that fell down upon Nuju's face, splattering over his already burnt features. Nuju screamed again causing Ichabod to burst into laughter as he adjusted his position so he sat around Nuju's right arm. Again with his blade, he pressed it under Nuju's thumbnail and promptly pressed it deep underneath it before flicking it off. He did this to each nail on his right hand before moving to Nuju's left. Having a collection of small Nuju claws, Ichabod then opened the Jedi's mouth and took a look at his bleeding gums. Picking each nail up one at a time, Ichabod stabbed them into the Jedi's lower gums, causing small spurts of blood with each strike.
Once that was done Ichabod stood up and cracked his neck from side to side before lighting up a cigarette, looking down upon the small bloodied creature that lay before him. After a few drags, Ichabod nodded his head and fell onto one knee which landed squarely on Nuju's genitalia, causing him to cough up blood once again. As soon as Nuju opened his mouth however, Ichabod plunged his cybernetic hand into the Jedi's maw, clenching around the majority of his teeth on his lower gums and yanking them out. Several teeth were torn out of his mouth in an instant, as well as a sizeable portion of his gums. Ichabod grinned as tears finally began to leak from Nuju's face as he tossed his handful of Nuju's bloodied gum/teeth aside, letting it land in the water with a plop.
Signalling for Ila to loosen her telekinetic grip on Nuju again, Ichabod picked him up by the throat and pressed his mouth against the Jedi's in what would appear to be like a kiss, though Ichabod was merely clasping his teeth the tip of Nuju's tongue and biting it off. Pulling Nuju away, Ichabod spat the chunk of tongue aside as Nuju finally began to pass out from blood loss. Ichabod held his defeated foe high above his head, a small burst of sith lightning sparking up his arm and coursing through Nuju, reawakening him for a brief second to scream in pain once more before he became entirely unconscious.
Tossing Nuju aside, Ichabod walked over to Ila, calling out to his soldiers, "I want him on a ship back to Coruscant, I want him to be an example to the Council."
Once he reached Ila's side, Ichabod took another drag from his cigarette and sat himself down in the water, nolonger seeming to care about the dampness. Pumping his fists into the air, Ichabod muttered, "Victory." Before letting himself fall back into the water as though to rest.
Ichabod had launched a small mass of acid onto the Jedi Councillors face which quickly began to corrode away at his features, his, his skin literally melting away in another extreme form of pain that was similar yet so unlike that which coursed through his body. Ichabod was guiding the acid with the force, taking it up his nostrils, causing the bridge of his nose to collapse. It coused past his lips and melted away at his gums and tongue which bubbled inside his mouth. His eyes thankfully remained somewhat intact, though nontheless steam was rising from every inch of his body.
Summoning what was left of his strength, Nuju screeched out in pain once again, a blue bubble of energy bursting out from him and expanding in all directions, taking with it both acid and water before it dissipated in the air. Both Baranova and Ichabod still had a hold of the Jedi Councillor however and kept him steady in mid-air, his body a sore sight. He was bloodied all over, his body horrifically burnt, clumps of skin missing, his face was now a lopsided mess of partially melted skin that lacked a nose. With an exasperated utterance, Nuju uttered two words, "I surrender."
Ichabod promptly burst into laughter before signalling for Ila to let go of her grasp of the Jedi. Once she did, Ichabod pulled Nuju to the ground, smacking him face-first into the hard concrete floor with an audible splash and a smack as he passed through the thin layer of water. Ichabod telekinetically held Nuju's head underwater as he hopped off his landspeeder and calmly walked over to the minuscule Jedi. Once by his side, Ichabod kicked the creature over and looked down on him with a wide grin, "I expected something more, I didn't even get to use my 'tiny bombs' on you, but surrender accepted, but you do remember what I said earlier, I'm going to have some fun with you first Jedi."
Nuju shuddered, though doing so caused him to wince in pain, every inch of his body was in tremendous pain already. Trying to put on a stern face, the Jedi muttered, "There is nothing you can do to me.... to break my spirit."
"Oh pfft," Ichabod stifled a chuckle as he waved his hand, "I don't really care too much if I do or not, I just want to hear you scream a little bit more."
Nuju promptly spat out a small spirt of water that was dyed red with his own blood up at Ichabod, splattering against his chest. The Crusader frowned in return before stamping Nuju's chest with sufficient force to crack the already broken concrete underneath them even further. Nuju coughed up further blood as Ichabod signalled for Ila to telekinetically hold the Jedi steady, pinning Nuju's arms and legs down on the ground as Ichabod began to circle around him with a grin. "For memory," He started, his voice almost like a hiss, "We were going to start with one of your eyes were we not?"
Bending down over Nuju, Ichabod raised his cybernetic left hand, a small blade promptly spurting out from his finger tip. Staring down into Nuju's eyes, Ichabod's grin spread even wider as he activated his holo-transmitter so as it would capture this moment. Resting his right hand on Nuju's forehead, Ichabod pressed the blade flat along Nuju's right eye before telekinetically lifting the Jedi's eyelid slightly and slipping the blade inside. Nuju whimpered, but didn't scream, causing Ichabods grin to falter briefly as he began to pull his blade along the Jedi's eye, carving out its outline, blood beginning to seep out all around it. Once he'd made a full circle, Ichabod plunged his blade even deeper behind the eye and with a simple flick of his wrist, the eyeball popped out from its socket, finally causing Nuju to scream though the small Jedi quickly bit his tongue straight after. That just seemed to excite Ichabod even further as he slowly placed his fingers around the eye and pulled it further from its socket, dangling from its nerves that were still attached to Nuju's head, though they were beginning to strain.
Once Ichabod was certain Nuju's left eye could see his right, Ichabod moved his right hand to force Nuju's left eye open, holding his eyelids up as he began to roll the eyeball around in his fingers, twisting the nerves and causing Nuju to squirm underneath him. With a grin, Ichabod pressed the eye between his fingers, causing it to pop in a gunky mess of fluids that fell down upon Nuju's face, splattering over his already burnt features. Nuju screamed again causing Ichabod to burst into laughter as he adjusted his position so he sat around Nuju's right arm. Again with his blade, he pressed it under Nuju's thumbnail and promptly pressed it deep underneath it before flicking it off. He did this to each nail on his right hand before moving to Nuju's left. Having a collection of small Nuju claws, Ichabod then opened the Jedi's mouth and took a look at his bleeding gums. Picking each nail up one at a time, Ichabod stabbed them into the Jedi's lower gums, causing small spurts of blood with each strike.
Once that was done Ichabod stood up and cracked his neck from side to side before lighting up a cigarette, looking down upon the small bloodied creature that lay before him. After a few drags, Ichabod nodded his head and fell onto one knee which landed squarely on Nuju's genitalia, causing him to cough up blood once again. As soon as Nuju opened his mouth however, Ichabod plunged his cybernetic hand into the Jedi's maw, clenching around the majority of his teeth on his lower gums and yanking them out. Several teeth were torn out of his mouth in an instant, as well as a sizeable portion of his gums. Ichabod grinned as tears finally began to leak from Nuju's face as he tossed his handful of Nuju's bloodied gum/teeth aside, letting it land in the water with a plop.
Signalling for Ila to loosen her telekinetic grip on Nuju again, Ichabod picked him up by the throat and pressed his mouth against the Jedi's in what would appear to be like a kiss, though Ichabod was merely clasping his teeth the tip of Nuju's tongue and biting it off. Pulling Nuju away, Ichabod spat the chunk of tongue aside as Nuju finally began to pass out from blood loss. Ichabod held his defeated foe high above his head, a small burst of sith lightning sparking up his arm and coursing through Nuju, reawakening him for a brief second to scream in pain once more before he became entirely unconscious.
Tossing Nuju aside, Ichabod walked over to Ila, calling out to his soldiers, "I want him on a ship back to Coruscant, I want him to be an example to the Council."
Once he reached Ila's side, Ichabod took another drag from his cigarette and sat himself down in the water, nolonger seeming to care about the dampness. Pumping his fists into the air, Ichabod muttered, "Victory." Before letting himself fall back into the water as though to rest.