Scorpio neither waited nor affirmed the presence and well being of his Comrades within the moment he had recoiled, instead pivoting upon the slide of his heels as he caught traction and flew forward toward the metabolizing creature with blurred speed. Both the current imagery, along side the imagery of his parent's death, plagued his mind as he became a torrential display of emotions within the Force and in his own visage. And yet, despite the display, his reaction was one of selflessness and disregard for his own reality, and his visage adorned the appearance of determination he held within his mindscape.
For far too long, Scorpio had been one of innocence and disillusion, sheltered behind both the tragedy of his life and the heritage of his mother's Miralukian bloodline. It mattered not whom he was or where he came from, but in what actions he took to safeguard the future he sought to create. He needed to step outside the Darkness his mother had brought into his existence, to step beyond the Light that had been his father's influence, and become the man he wanted to be. A sight he had received during his time under the Luka Sene.
He would be that man:
A man stood upon a cliff, overlooking destruction and chaos, the area below blinded by the darkness that corrupted it. His gaze was stoic, unhindered even by tears he wept, as he gazed not at the darkness below, but at the horizon that glimmered with hope and promise. It was there he wished to be, to truly see it against the rising of twin suns, as the spirit of Tatooine shifted from villainy to prosperity, a soul of pure transparency where the dark was ablazed within it's light. And with a smile, he embraced the light that enveloped his form in it's coming.
His blade struck out hard at the raging beast as it struck out at the others, it's attention spanning across the three leaving a voice of conscious space between them. By the time it recoiled in response, the blade had connected and tore its flesh asunder, Scorpio quickly shifting his twisting form as he turned his blade from its arc to meet the rising threshold of the branching mesh, both hands upon it as it struck at the cold steel of his blade. With a swift shift of it outward, Scorpio's feet connected with duracrete and steel as he used to momentum to spring forward a second run at the creature. It may have been fast, but as the Force swirled vibrantly around Scorpio, he grew faster, taking on the true persona of the Jedi Guardian.
For Scorpio's mind had been made up, the kyber within his satchel vibrating in singsong as his soul met it's destiny amidst the challenging darkness. It's sound would pierce the veil, becoming a beacon of will as it sung its chorus through the Force, reverberating the shared essence they forged in unison. It was in that moment, his will in the Force, his blade imbued with his conviction and enlightening a blue hued aura, that his purpose was clear. His attacks would distract the Sithspawn so the others could focus it's demise.
@Vosrik @marshland
For far too long, Scorpio had been one of innocence and disillusion, sheltered behind both the tragedy of his life and the heritage of his mother's Miralukian bloodline. It mattered not whom he was or where he came from, but in what actions he took to safeguard the future he sought to create. He needed to step outside the Darkness his mother had brought into his existence, to step beyond the Light that had been his father's influence, and become the man he wanted to be. A sight he had received during his time under the Luka Sene.
He would be that man:
A man stood upon a cliff, overlooking destruction and chaos, the area below blinded by the darkness that corrupted it. His gaze was stoic, unhindered even by tears he wept, as he gazed not at the darkness below, but at the horizon that glimmered with hope and promise. It was there he wished to be, to truly see it against the rising of twin suns, as the spirit of Tatooine shifted from villainy to prosperity, a soul of pure transparency where the dark was ablazed within it's light. And with a smile, he embraced the light that enveloped his form in it's coming.
His blade struck out hard at the raging beast as it struck out at the others, it's attention spanning across the three leaving a voice of conscious space between them. By the time it recoiled in response, the blade had connected and tore its flesh asunder, Scorpio quickly shifting his twisting form as he turned his blade from its arc to meet the rising threshold of the branching mesh, both hands upon it as it struck at the cold steel of his blade. With a swift shift of it outward, Scorpio's feet connected with duracrete and steel as he used to momentum to spring forward a second run at the creature. It may have been fast, but as the Force swirled vibrantly around Scorpio, he grew faster, taking on the true persona of the Jedi Guardian.
For Scorpio's mind had been made up, the kyber within his satchel vibrating in singsong as his soul met it's destiny amidst the challenging darkness. It's sound would pierce the veil, becoming a beacon of will as it sung its chorus through the Force, reverberating the shared essence they forged in unison. It was in that moment, his will in the Force, his blade imbued with his conviction and enlightening a blue hued aura, that his purpose was clear. His attacks would distract the Sithspawn so the others could focus it's demise.
@Vosrik @marshland