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The red glow of the twin blades held in his hands reflected in the geonosian's cold calculating compound eyes, more insectoid than human. The chip housed within his brain hummed, vibrating within the inner sanctums of his mind as it processed how to counter the kamashi warrior's blade, the brass-like sheen of the metal glinting in the light of the sun as the scythe shaped blade headed towards Phyxsis's abdomen.
The goenosian's exoskeletal fingers made a strange popping and cracking noise as the joints shifted rapidly, pushing his body's physical capabilities to dangerous levels in order to gain more speed. Phyxsis's grip on his right saber was reversed in mere milliseconds, catching the tribal completely off guard.
The geonosian's reversed blade now blocked the Kamashi warrior's several inches away from the geonosian's body, but Phyxsis wasn't finished. His other saber hummed in his left hand, and Phyxsis shifted his full body weight towards the warrior, passing the Kamashi's defenses with ease, his saber's red blade skated across the brass of the warrior's weapon and soon seared through flesh, cutting the man's arm in two. As the Kamashi screamed in agony, Phyxsis brought his now free saber down on the warrior's helmet. The plasma cut through the metal like butter, and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air as the ornate helmet melted and fused with the tribal's face.
Phyxsis kicked the body to the side, sending it flying against a nearby sandstone wall where it slumped into a heap. Various hisses and clicks emitted from the geonosian's mouth as he spoke in his native tongue. <No sport. My time here is wasted.>
The geonosian's wings fluttered and soon he rose above the rooftops overlooking the city. The insect was incapable of smiling, but the sights he now witnessed brought him great joy. A sea of shiny black armor had flooded the streets, the Kamashi had been no match for the Imperials, their dropships landing with only minimal casualties. Like ants devouring a lesser species, the Legion had proven to be unstoppable thus far.
Trebuchets burned in the streets, sending up columns of grey and white smoke. The Kamashi had realized they were fighting a loosing battle, and Phyxsis relished their fear. Further and further they pulled back into the city towards the vertical cliffs, in time, the entire tribe would be massacred with their backs against this naturally formed wall.
But a voice called his name, the voice of a man clad in ancient armor. A relic in the flesh. Phyxsis's mandibles clicked as he listened to the Paladin's threat, the geonosian equivalent of a scoff.
"I will not tolerate your presence on this world any longer COWARD!"
Spoke the Knight from his lowly position on the ground.
Once again his mandible's clicked, and the geonosian hovered lower to the ground so that his opponent could hear him. Slowly, mockingly, Phyxsis raised his clawed hand up to his throat to engage his transmitter, the voice it emitted was loud and crackled with stactic, enough for the Palladin to hear over the din of the raging battle.
"You shall not have to bear much more. You will perish here along with the rest of your kind. You are weak and unworthy of my time."
With the final word, Phyxsis cast out his hand in a demonstration of power. Splintering a trebuchet with the immense downward force, shards of metal and stone flew in all directions. Pieces of shrapnel headed directly towards Volken, and if the Knight did not get out of harms way, he would be torn to shreds.
Satisfied that this would be the end of the Knight, and that the battle would soon come to a close, Phyxsis turned his back on the raging skirmish, heading towards his ship, he hovered effortlessly over the rooftops, his wings an undefinable blur. The Sith needed him elsewhere...
The goenosian's exoskeletal fingers made a strange popping and cracking noise as the joints shifted rapidly, pushing his body's physical capabilities to dangerous levels in order to gain more speed. Phyxsis's grip on his right saber was reversed in mere milliseconds, catching the tribal completely off guard.
The geonosian's reversed blade now blocked the Kamashi warrior's several inches away from the geonosian's body, but Phyxsis wasn't finished. His other saber hummed in his left hand, and Phyxsis shifted his full body weight towards the warrior, passing the Kamashi's defenses with ease, his saber's red blade skated across the brass of the warrior's weapon and soon seared through flesh, cutting the man's arm in two. As the Kamashi screamed in agony, Phyxsis brought his now free saber down on the warrior's helmet. The plasma cut through the metal like butter, and the smell of burnt flesh filled the air as the ornate helmet melted and fused with the tribal's face.
Phyxsis kicked the body to the side, sending it flying against a nearby sandstone wall where it slumped into a heap. Various hisses and clicks emitted from the geonosian's mouth as he spoke in his native tongue. <No sport. My time here is wasted.>
The geonosian's wings fluttered and soon he rose above the rooftops overlooking the city. The insect was incapable of smiling, but the sights he now witnessed brought him great joy. A sea of shiny black armor had flooded the streets, the Kamashi had been no match for the Imperials, their dropships landing with only minimal casualties. Like ants devouring a lesser species, the Legion had proven to be unstoppable thus far.
Trebuchets burned in the streets, sending up columns of grey and white smoke. The Kamashi had realized they were fighting a loosing battle, and Phyxsis relished their fear. Further and further they pulled back into the city towards the vertical cliffs, in time, the entire tribe would be massacred with their backs against this naturally formed wall.
But a voice called his name, the voice of a man clad in ancient armor. A relic in the flesh. Phyxsis's mandibles clicked as he listened to the Paladin's threat, the geonosian equivalent of a scoff.
"I will not tolerate your presence on this world any longer COWARD!"
Spoke the Knight from his lowly position on the ground.
Once again his mandible's clicked, and the geonosian hovered lower to the ground so that his opponent could hear him. Slowly, mockingly, Phyxsis raised his clawed hand up to his throat to engage his transmitter, the voice it emitted was loud and crackled with stactic, enough for the Palladin to hear over the din of the raging battle.
"You shall not have to bear much more. You will perish here along with the rest of your kind. You are weak and unworthy of my time."
With the final word, Phyxsis cast out his hand in a demonstration of power. Splintering a trebuchet with the immense downward force, shards of metal and stone flew in all directions. Pieces of shrapnel headed directly towards Volken, and if the Knight did not get out of harms way, he would be torn to shreds.
Satisfied that this would be the end of the Knight, and that the battle would soon come to a close, Phyxsis turned his back on the raging skirmish, heading towards his ship, he hovered effortlessly over the rooftops, his wings an undefinable blur. The Sith needed him elsewhere...
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