Arnen Elgernoth
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 30, 2018
- Messages
- 49
- Reaction score
- 13
Arnen never saw the grenade, nor was he warned of it, before it rolled within range of him and Hermit One. He fired his bolts into him, and that was that. A flash of white, then darkness. He had failed in his mission to gain the respect from, both himself, and the Emperor he was so very loyal to. His armor did nothing to protect him in such close proximity, and the explosion, and shrapnel itself had torn him to shreds so fast, all that was felt, was a bit of heat, and then nothing at all. To the rest, the grisly scene was something even a Sith would turn away from in disgust. Two bodies blown to bits in a pink mist of blood and burnt flesh. All that remained even partially intact was his duranium-alloy jaw, that flew into the recesses of the cave. His existence was that of the void, now, a casualty of war, to be forgotten, in time, even by those that knew him, as that was the way of the dark sider. You were either great, or you were nothing.
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