06-28-2015, 11:17 AM
Galel gritted his teeth, glaring at his opponent. His third eye trembled, staying locked onto Vrell but vibrating as if it wanted to look away. "Impressive, for a human." Galel grunted, his bloodshot third eye trembling faster. "However..." He began, a maniacal grin breaking out beneath his helm. "If that is what passes for fury among your misbegotten kind; then you're destinedto fail." He cackled, hefting his Force Sword and striding forth, swinging his blade over his head and down towards Erik. The mind-breaker was fast, and the attack was too obvious to be missed; almost effortlessly, he stepped to the side and dashed forth. placing both hands on his blade for better leverage, Vrell thrust Mageslayer towards the Sorcerer.
Where Vrell had expected a parry, there was none. Mageslayer whistled through the air, and were it not for Galel moving his arm at the last moment, it would have pierced his heart. With a spurt of crimson, Mageslayer went straight through the ceramite plating on the Sorcerer's arm, bursting out the other side and impaling the limb. Grunting with pain, the Legionairre brought his own blade to bear, impaling the youth's leg as he stared in confusion. Erik yelped in pain, before being punched in the face and knocked to the ground. Galel gritted his teeth, placing a heavy armoured boot onto his opponent's chest. "Let me show you true power."
The Sorcerer's third eye calmed in an instant, it's gaze locked with Erik's. The bloodshot veins on the orb bulged, causing horror and revulsion to flash into Vrell's mind for but an instant. What the fuck is this guy? Vrell thought. Galel opened his mouth, his tongue lashing out and forming incomprehensible syllables. Embers began to form around the third eye, cinders searing the flesh and causing the orb to pulse in a crude mockery of a heartbeat. "Nagnaresh Vi'ral. Change is near." Galel whispered. Vrell's thoughts were cut short as a tiny pinprick of light appeared in between the pair. Neither had time to contemplate the light, for as soon as it had appeared, it disappeared, and then their world was flooded with flame. Like water pouring from a hose, eldritch flame flowed over Vrell and around Galel. The multicoloured hues licked and caressed Vrell's body, causing agonizing pain to wrack his form. Some of his flesh was burned, while others bubbled and sloughed off as if bathed in acid. Still more simply turned black, as if rotten. Galel was not unscathed, but the flames seemed to only brush him, scorching his armour and dirtying the pristine azure ceramite.
As the flames died down, Galel staggered back from his downed opponent. "Do yourself a favour and stay down." He muttered, stepping forward and gripping the Force sword impaling the youth's leg. With a twist and a yank, the blade slid out of the leg, causing blood to pour forth. "Struggle, and you'll bleed out, after all." Galel chuckled weakly, turning and walking away and towards Okor and the Draconian.
Where Vrell had expected a parry, there was none. Mageslayer whistled through the air, and were it not for Galel moving his arm at the last moment, it would have pierced his heart. With a spurt of crimson, Mageslayer went straight through the ceramite plating on the Sorcerer's arm, bursting out the other side and impaling the limb. Grunting with pain, the Legionairre brought his own blade to bear, impaling the youth's leg as he stared in confusion. Erik yelped in pain, before being punched in the face and knocked to the ground. Galel gritted his teeth, placing a heavy armoured boot onto his opponent's chest. "Let me show you true power."
The Sorcerer's third eye calmed in an instant, it's gaze locked with Erik's. The bloodshot veins on the orb bulged, causing horror and revulsion to flash into Vrell's mind for but an instant. What the fuck is this guy? Vrell thought. Galel opened his mouth, his tongue lashing out and forming incomprehensible syllables. Embers began to form around the third eye, cinders searing the flesh and causing the orb to pulse in a crude mockery of a heartbeat. "Nagnaresh Vi'ral. Change is near." Galel whispered. Vrell's thoughts were cut short as a tiny pinprick of light appeared in between the pair. Neither had time to contemplate the light, for as soon as it had appeared, it disappeared, and then their world was flooded with flame. Like water pouring from a hose, eldritch flame flowed over Vrell and around Galel. The multicoloured hues licked and caressed Vrell's body, causing agonizing pain to wrack his form. Some of his flesh was burned, while others bubbled and sloughed off as if bathed in acid. Still more simply turned black, as if rotten. Galel was not unscathed, but the flames seemed to only brush him, scorching his armour and dirtying the pristine azure ceramite.
As the flames died down, Galel staggered back from his downed opponent. "Do yourself a favour and stay down." He muttered, stepping forward and gripping the Force sword impaling the youth's leg. With a twist and a yank, the blade slid out of the leg, causing blood to pour forth. "Struggle, and you'll bleed out, after all." Galel chuckled weakly, turning and walking away and towards Okor and the Draconian.