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A shadow dropped from above the head of Geoffrey, tackling him to the hard Earth. An iron hand, grip stronger than a vice, clamped around the wrist of his weapon hand while a rough, strong, wrinkled flesh hand clamped over his mouth. His horse, although strong and obedient, was frightened into a whinny and dashed away back towards home. As the horse galloped away, a high pitched female voice could be heard whispering in Geoffrey's ear.
"Sssshhh."
Instantly, a distinctive, deep voice could be heard roaring throughout the forest. The Red Devil, Eber, had gotten tired of waiting around an hour before and ventured out into the plains alone. He avoided the natural predators as he had long ago mastered the art deceiving the big cats after torturing a prisoner into revealing his skills. He heard the gallop of a horse and had dashed through the grass, speeding towards it. But a sudden whinny followed by the galloping of hooves headed in the opposite direction caused Eber to suspect the rider had dismounted.
Intelligence was not Eber's strong point, but he was not a complete fool. It was no secret among the plain folk that Eber could leap so far as to overtake a horse. So Eber reasoned that the man had dismounted, where he could easily lose the Devronian in the tall grass.
This enraged him.
"SHOW YOURSELF! WEAK LITTLE MAN!!"
The woman, Lain, released Geoffrey and held a finger to her lips shortly before pointing off in the direction he was headed before, motioning for him to continue on. She stood up and began heading for Eber. The horned Demon noticed her strong figure immediately. He had sensed her presence in the Force, but disregarded it as many beings he had encountered on this world were Force Sensitive. Approaching and igniting his blade, Eber opened his mouth to taunt, but widened his eyes in shock as the woman ignited two blades. One a dark yellow, the other redder than his own in the moonlight.
Eber halted walking and allowed a sky grin to creep across his face.
"So, have my reinforcements arrived?"
The reply was not what he expected, as it came in the form of a yellow blade screaming for his neck. Momentarily caught off guard, Eber flew up his red blade to defend and smacked the girl's yellow one aside. No time to rest, he immediately brought his blade around again to guard against the second red blade that came at his side. For the next few seconds, the girl had a slight advantage. However, Eber was quick to recover.
The two sparred on in the night, Eber quickly showing he had the clear advantage in their saber bout. Were it not for Lain's lightning reflexes, honed after years of Echani sparring, and her second blade, Eber would've easily overtaken her. The Red Devil had a complete mastery of the elegant Makashi saber style, a style of combat specifically designed to combat other saber users. After only a minute, Eber had enough of an advantage to even begin toying with Lain. He began taunting her, gloating in his power, becoming more and more arrogant as he slowly landed light blows. A scratch here, a tip there, Eber began to break down Lain's defense and make small scratches in her sides and shoulders. Although the wounds were small, the pain was great. If Eber continued on like this for more than a few minutes, Lain would drop and die from the sheer severity of a hundred different Lightsaber burns on her body.
Eber, not very honed in the Force, failed to detect Lain's subtle draw on the Dark Side for something other than focusing it into their fight. Another minute passed, and Eber finally noticed Lain's gathered power. It was, however, too late for him. Lain locked Eber's saber in between her own in an X pattern and locked eyes with him. At that moment, a loud SNAP! could be heard as Eber's right shoulder Labrum completely ripped away from the ball-like head of his humorous. Simultaneously, his Coracoid Process*exploded, sending bone shrapnel into the surrounding muscle and scratching against the lower areas of his clavicle; all of this occurred without breaking the skin.
Eber's Lightsaber fell from his hand as his mouth opened in a silent scream. Lain stepped away and heaved, clearly exhausted. Deactivating her sabers she stepped away. Lain knew Eber would likely force a Rage over himself if she engaged or attempted to finish him. In her state she was no match for that. Turning her back, she started walking away as Eber belt out the howl of a wounded animal. Lain spoke to herself.
"Della, Rhonun. I leave him to you now, I have faith in you two."
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*Eber spent the next two hours dragging himself back to his base camp, he moved quickly, but quietly. Lain had unknowingly saved him from death at the hands of the big cats, as his injure was entirely internal. He guessed it had to be sometime around 2-3:00ish AM when he arrived. When he arrived, he made sure the entire procession woke up to his enraged screaming.
<"LAZY SACKS OF WET DOGS! GET UP! We're moving!!">
The 'camp' flared into fearful action as it was rudely awoken from an otherwise peaceful slumber. Eber, letting go of his shoulder, which had now swelled to nearly twice its normal size and had turned a nasty shade of purple, snatched a nearby boy and yelled in his face.
<"Get me shot of the Great Hound's Vice! NOW!">
The boy fearfully nodded and dashed over to the only medical truck. Opium, referred to as the Great Hound's Vice on the street, was often used as a painkiller in the most extreme circumstances. The boy, upon finding the nasty black substance, paused. The man Eber had killed before the start of the trip was the boy's father. A chance of fate? Or was this an opportunity. Taking the needle of the black, oily liquid, he pushed it out into the ground. Hopping out of the truck, he mixed a nearby puddle of water with as much dirt as possible without completely turning it into mud. He drew up the muddy water into the needle and grinned wickedly. Rushing back over to Eber, he adopted a fake air of fear and stuttered.
<"I-it might t-take a minute t-to work.">
Eber shoved him away and grabbed the needle, crying.
<"Away from me! Stuttering fool!">
Eber, stupidly not even looking at the needle's contents, injected it directly into his bloodstream.*
As the trucks began rolling, Eber say in the first truck in agonizing pain, while the boy sat in the last, feeling very clever.
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How long Eber sat there in agony, he knew not, it felt like an eternity. However, Eber had the constitution of an enraged Badger, and he would not give in to unconsciousness. He stupidly supposed that the Opium simply didn't work on his species. However, the streak of fire that flew into his truck was enough to break the pain momentarily. He leapt out of the truck as the molotov cocktail burst through the truck's front grate and into the engine. The enforce burst into flames and exploded, instantly killing the driver and veering the truck off road. The other trucks smashed on the brakes at this, except the second one in the line. The driver of this one only sped up, and ended up driving over the TNT that had been strategically placed by Della Frey right as it exploded. The explosion instantly hit the engine as well, killing all twenty-two men in the truck as it blew upwards into the sky and landed upside down in the middle of the road.
The men piled out, grabbing shotguns and M1 Springfield rifles as they did. Eber, his agony increased tenfold by the fact that he landed on his injured and swelled shoulder, flew into Force Rage. In his rage, he saw one thing, the outline of Rhonun Tor through the Force. Igniting his saber in his left hand, he charged the Cathar. In his Force Rage, his pain only fueled him and made him stronger. His left arm could strike with more strength and ferocity than if he gripped the saber with both hands normally. However, the Rage also created a few problems. His reflexes, normally slow, we're slower, and his shoulder -completely useless- would likely never heal. Lastly, assuming he survived the battle, he had a 90% chance of dying from shock immediately when the pain hit him a thousandfold stronger than when he received his injury once the Rage dissipated.
"Sssshhh."
Instantly, a distinctive, deep voice could be heard roaring throughout the forest. The Red Devil, Eber, had gotten tired of waiting around an hour before and ventured out into the plains alone. He avoided the natural predators as he had long ago mastered the art deceiving the big cats after torturing a prisoner into revealing his skills. He heard the gallop of a horse and had dashed through the grass, speeding towards it. But a sudden whinny followed by the galloping of hooves headed in the opposite direction caused Eber to suspect the rider had dismounted.
Intelligence was not Eber's strong point, but he was not a complete fool. It was no secret among the plain folk that Eber could leap so far as to overtake a horse. So Eber reasoned that the man had dismounted, where he could easily lose the Devronian in the tall grass.
This enraged him.
"SHOW YOURSELF! WEAK LITTLE MAN!!"
The woman, Lain, released Geoffrey and held a finger to her lips shortly before pointing off in the direction he was headed before, motioning for him to continue on. She stood up and began heading for Eber. The horned Demon noticed her strong figure immediately. He had sensed her presence in the Force, but disregarded it as many beings he had encountered on this world were Force Sensitive. Approaching and igniting his blade, Eber opened his mouth to taunt, but widened his eyes in shock as the woman ignited two blades. One a dark yellow, the other redder than his own in the moonlight.
Eber halted walking and allowed a sky grin to creep across his face.
"So, have my reinforcements arrived?"
The reply was not what he expected, as it came in the form of a yellow blade screaming for his neck. Momentarily caught off guard, Eber flew up his red blade to defend and smacked the girl's yellow one aside. No time to rest, he immediately brought his blade around again to guard against the second red blade that came at his side. For the next few seconds, the girl had a slight advantage. However, Eber was quick to recover.
The two sparred on in the night, Eber quickly showing he had the clear advantage in their saber bout. Were it not for Lain's lightning reflexes, honed after years of Echani sparring, and her second blade, Eber would've easily overtaken her. The Red Devil had a complete mastery of the elegant Makashi saber style, a style of combat specifically designed to combat other saber users. After only a minute, Eber had enough of an advantage to even begin toying with Lain. He began taunting her, gloating in his power, becoming more and more arrogant as he slowly landed light blows. A scratch here, a tip there, Eber began to break down Lain's defense and make small scratches in her sides and shoulders. Although the wounds were small, the pain was great. If Eber continued on like this for more than a few minutes, Lain would drop and die from the sheer severity of a hundred different Lightsaber burns on her body.
Eber, not very honed in the Force, failed to detect Lain's subtle draw on the Dark Side for something other than focusing it into their fight. Another minute passed, and Eber finally noticed Lain's gathered power. It was, however, too late for him. Lain locked Eber's saber in between her own in an X pattern and locked eyes with him. At that moment, a loud SNAP! could be heard as Eber's right shoulder Labrum completely ripped away from the ball-like head of his humorous. Simultaneously, his Coracoid Process*exploded, sending bone shrapnel into the surrounding muscle and scratching against the lower areas of his clavicle; all of this occurred without breaking the skin.
Eber's Lightsaber fell from his hand as his mouth opened in a silent scream. Lain stepped away and heaved, clearly exhausted. Deactivating her sabers she stepped away. Lain knew Eber would likely force a Rage over himself if she engaged or attempted to finish him. In her state she was no match for that. Turning her back, she started walking away as Eber belt out the howl of a wounded animal. Lain spoke to herself.
"Della, Rhonun. I leave him to you now, I have faith in you two."
-----------
*Eber spent the next two hours dragging himself back to his base camp, he moved quickly, but quietly. Lain had unknowingly saved him from death at the hands of the big cats, as his injure was entirely internal. He guessed it had to be sometime around 2-3:00ish AM when he arrived. When he arrived, he made sure the entire procession woke up to his enraged screaming.
<"LAZY SACKS OF WET DOGS! GET UP! We're moving!!">
The 'camp' flared into fearful action as it was rudely awoken from an otherwise peaceful slumber. Eber, letting go of his shoulder, which had now swelled to nearly twice its normal size and had turned a nasty shade of purple, snatched a nearby boy and yelled in his face.
<"Get me shot of the Great Hound's Vice! NOW!">
The boy fearfully nodded and dashed over to the only medical truck. Opium, referred to as the Great Hound's Vice on the street, was often used as a painkiller in the most extreme circumstances. The boy, upon finding the nasty black substance, paused. The man Eber had killed before the start of the trip was the boy's father. A chance of fate? Or was this an opportunity. Taking the needle of the black, oily liquid, he pushed it out into the ground. Hopping out of the truck, he mixed a nearby puddle of water with as much dirt as possible without completely turning it into mud. He drew up the muddy water into the needle and grinned wickedly. Rushing back over to Eber, he adopted a fake air of fear and stuttered.
<"I-it might t-take a minute t-to work.">
Eber shoved him away and grabbed the needle, crying.
<"Away from me! Stuttering fool!">
Eber, stupidly not even looking at the needle's contents, injected it directly into his bloodstream.*
As the trucks began rolling, Eber say in the first truck in agonizing pain, while the boy sat in the last, feeling very clever.
-------
How long Eber sat there in agony, he knew not, it felt like an eternity. However, Eber had the constitution of an enraged Badger, and he would not give in to unconsciousness. He stupidly supposed that the Opium simply didn't work on his species. However, the streak of fire that flew into his truck was enough to break the pain momentarily. He leapt out of the truck as the molotov cocktail burst through the truck's front grate and into the engine. The enforce burst into flames and exploded, instantly killing the driver and veering the truck off road. The other trucks smashed on the brakes at this, except the second one in the line. The driver of this one only sped up, and ended up driving over the TNT that had been strategically placed by Della Frey right as it exploded. The explosion instantly hit the engine as well, killing all twenty-two men in the truck as it blew upwards into the sky and landed upside down in the middle of the road.
The men piled out, grabbing shotguns and M1 Springfield rifles as they did. Eber, his agony increased tenfold by the fact that he landed on his injured and swelled shoulder, flew into Force Rage. In his rage, he saw one thing, the outline of Rhonun Tor through the Force. Igniting his saber in his left hand, he charged the Cathar. In his Force Rage, his pain only fueled him and made him stronger. His left arm could strike with more strength and ferocity than if he gripped the saber with both hands normally. However, the Rage also created a few problems. His reflexes, normally slow, we're slower, and his shoulder -completely useless- would likely never heal. Lastly, assuming he survived the battle, he had a 90% chance of dying from shock immediately when the pain hit him a thousandfold stronger than when he received his injury once the Rage dissipated.