Brimstone counter each of the Gray Jedi’s strikes. A slash to left, a parry to the midsection, a thrust to the right. Each countered to perfection. Vapaad was an unusual style, but only those who have mastered it knew the intriquisities of countering each aspect of that fluid motion. In the hands of a light sider or even a Grey, it helped them tap lightly into the dark side of the Force. To a Sith, like himself, it opened him fully into a deadly weapon of power. The Chiss knew he was facing it, hence why he was able to counter it. As they battled, he studied his opponent's movement. He knew he was relying on brute strength only.
Kah, while in mid attack, quickly jerked from his belt a vibro dagger in an attempt to slit one of the Chiss’
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He then pulled out one of his blasters, a chromium plated WESTAR-35. With its hair trigger modification, he knew the Jedi, once he returned, would expect a delay in the shot. Brimstone knew this split reaction was the difference between catching an opponent off guard or …show more content…
He reached out to grab its handle, turning it off. As he slipped it to his belt under his now water weighted down robe, he swam back up to the water’s edge. With his bobulous eyes, he peered out to see the Chiss pointing a blaster towards him, waiting. He knew his lightsaber wasn’t going to deflect any incoming blasts due to the water within it. Kah thought for a second. He decided to see what the Chiss had to say about the slavers that he mentioned before. “Anything is better than dying after a blunder meesa fell for” he thought to himself.
As the Vanguard stood, Brimstone watched him shake the water out of his elongated ears. Noticing that his weapon wasn’t in his hands, he removed his finger away from the trigger and replaced hit pistol back into his sheath on his left hip.
“So I see yousa are ambidextrous, Plaguieian” spoke the Gungan.
“I’ve learned through war that one must use all his extremities to the fullest extent” replied Brimstone with a slight smirk. “Now that you have learned quickly that brute strength isn’t the answer, perhaps you are willing to consider my offer before our sparring session you wanted.”
Brimstone stood back up. As he looked around the surrounded landscape of the former Massassi Arena, he spoke to him. “This planet was once a haven of slavers by the Empire during the post-Republic events. Our military had run ins with many over our
The mercenary laughed. “I told you before Reinhardt. Such outdated virtues have no place in this world anymore. The only thing that matters is to get the job done, no matter the cost.”
“I don’t want to fight James Braddock because I’m so scared I will kill him.”
“No, you rip those boys right off him. You can’t always defend yourself. You’ll have to be willing to fight for things you love.”
At this point, there was a man by the name of Benjamin Burdick. In his court testimony he claimed to have been walking on king street at around 9 o’clock, he then saw soldiers and asked one of them “ Are you loaded” and the british soldier responded with “yes” and “I would fire by the power of the eternal god” and then he was prodded at with the soldier's bayonet. Benjamin claims to have seen a stick thrown towards the guards which then led to the word “fire” being commanded from the back of the crowd where the soldiers stood.
“Give it here wigger!” The two charged at once, dumb fucks, Karkat leaped over them. One collided with the wall, the other hit the office door. The sound the highblood made from inside was terrifying and Karkat could hear him approaching the door. Now was the perfect time to run and he did.
Alen pulled the trigger of his shotgun; the blast reverberated around the narrow, rocky pass, drowning out the final whimper of his prone foe.
The mob rushed into the prison’s courtyard. Some individuals were not as ruthless as others. "...Those who came in first treated the conquered enemy humanely and embraced the staff officers to show there was no ill-feeling..." However, several of the protestors were hurt as they attacked soldiers from the army. "....The people, transformed with rage, threw themselves on the sodiers..." Fierce fighting followed and carried on into the evening. Finally the mob got their hands on some cannons.
He sent out a single command, issuing it with all the power he could manage. Raja reared back, snarling, front paws swiping at the air in an effort to break free. 1
“Wait! What did I do!? Tirzah!” Emma shouted as she kicked and squirmed in attempt to break the grasp on
for his sword. Just before he could put in a harsh word, his adversary cut in, "Let me guess... that's a steel pommel and guard with a lea...
“What was that Ilvar? Your new shield already broke? You made it only 12 moons ago!”, Jurgen said, as he picked me up off the ground. “I will say that you gave my arm a good thrashing, probably would have chopped it off we weren’t using these stupid wooden
Thumbs up! You fools!..He had been aware from the first of Uncle Aquila's great thumb pointing skyward beside him; suddenly he was aware of a few others echoing the gesture, and then a few more. For a long, long moment the swordsman's fate still hung in the balance, and then as thumb after thumb went up, the Fisher slowly lowered his trident with a little mocking bow, he stepped back (Sutcliff, pg.47).
Frost's rifle clacked, empty. He pulled out his Sig P228 pistol and continued to fire. A grenade exploded one meter away; Frost tumbled through the air, and landed unmoving. The video paused on his body, the frames unmoving.
“…he (a guard) playfully picked up a stone and threw it at me. That, to me, seemed the way to attract the attention of a beast, to call a domestic animal back to its job, a creature with which you have so little in common that you do not even punish it. The most painful part of the beatings is the insult which they imply.”
I saw his fist once again heading toward my head. I was taut to never let the enemy away with victory so this time I did the same thing back to him as he has done to me.