Jaikus could not deny the sick sense of satisfaction that he felt in that moment, watching as tendrils of violet lightning began to sink into the Jedi’s skin. There was no history between the two. Jaikus did not even know who the man was. But Byron had become an obstacle in the Axxilan’s path that would not be tolerated for a moment longer.
Nothing would stand between him and what mattered most.
Distinct pangs of pain – pain felt by the man he loved - still radiated from Dantooine, washing over Jaikus like a tidal wave via the bond that they shared. It filled the Axxilan with profound agony beyond anything physical, and it filled the Axxilan with unbridled rage - channeled directly into the Darkness that poured from his outstretched hand now. He drew upon every ounce of natural strength he possessed, and drew deeper still from the raw energies all around him.
More so than anyone else on Telos, Jaikus was attuned to the strength of the Nexus. It has been his own energies that had helped to corrupt it into its present state, and it meant that the Axxilan thrived within it now. Jaikus drank deep from the dark font of Force energy, citrine eyes shifting to raw, animalistic yellows that burned molten beneath his mask. It served to replenish his own reserves, and it empowered his electrical assault beyond natural means.
It was enough to completely overwhelm the attempted Tutaminis, and as soon as Tiamat was safely out of the way, Jaikus attempted to unleash the full potency of his lighting upon the vulnerable, wounded Byron. The very air around them bristled with galvanic energy, causing hairs to stand on edge as lightning cracked and hissed from his fingertips.
If successful, the stream of electricity would travel through Byron’s left arm and towards his center mass, snaking across his torso with unyielding, lethal fury. It would feel as if the fallen Jedi had suddenly been set ablaze, the air suddenly filled with the sickening stench of flesh, hair and clothing burning – blackening and charring beyond recognition. The very blade lodged in Byrons' ribs would act as a conduit for the lightning, superheating until the metal glowed molten. Every muscle in the Jedi Knight’s body would contract and spasm, fighting against the current of power that wickedly through his body.
With unyielding ferocity, the Axxilan poured every ounce of his concentration and strength into his electrical assault – refusing to cease until nothing remained but the burnt, blackened husk of what once was Byron Ryker.
Nothing would stand between him and what mattered most.
Distinct pangs of pain – pain felt by the man he loved - still radiated from Dantooine, washing over Jaikus like a tidal wave via the bond that they shared. It filled the Axxilan with profound agony beyond anything physical, and it filled the Axxilan with unbridled rage - channeled directly into the Darkness that poured from his outstretched hand now. He drew upon every ounce of natural strength he possessed, and drew deeper still from the raw energies all around him.
More so than anyone else on Telos, Jaikus was attuned to the strength of the Nexus. It has been his own energies that had helped to corrupt it into its present state, and it meant that the Axxilan thrived within it now. Jaikus drank deep from the dark font of Force energy, citrine eyes shifting to raw, animalistic yellows that burned molten beneath his mask. It served to replenish his own reserves, and it empowered his electrical assault beyond natural means.
It was enough to completely overwhelm the attempted Tutaminis, and as soon as Tiamat was safely out of the way, Jaikus attempted to unleash the full potency of his lighting upon the vulnerable, wounded Byron. The very air around them bristled with galvanic energy, causing hairs to stand on edge as lightning cracked and hissed from his fingertips.
If successful, the stream of electricity would travel through Byron’s left arm and towards his center mass, snaking across his torso with unyielding, lethal fury. It would feel as if the fallen Jedi had suddenly been set ablaze, the air suddenly filled with the sickening stench of flesh, hair and clothing burning – blackening and charring beyond recognition. The very blade lodged in Byrons' ribs would act as a conduit for the lightning, superheating until the metal glowed molten. Every muscle in the Jedi Knight’s body would contract and spasm, fighting against the current of power that wickedly through his body.
With unyielding ferocity, the Axxilan poured every ounce of his concentration and strength into his electrical assault – refusing to cease until nothing remained but the burnt, blackened husk of what once was Byron Ryker.
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