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| Consequences of the Proud; Sith Academy. | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 14 2005, 09:18 AM (69 Views) | |
| Darth Trayus | Dec 14 2005, 09:18 AM Post #1 |
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Darth Trayus watched as the young sigh apprentices fought around the large stone caveran. They were using low power practice sabers, the hum rang off the tall, dark, stone walls. The Sith Master strode into the room, crossing to get to a high platform form where he could view the room from above. The pairs slide about, feet shuffling across the floor, sabers colliding with sparks and growls. "Tighted your footwork magots, walking like theat you will get your gut splayed out of you!" he yelled at a piticularly sloppy combatent. The boy looked up and got hit right in the arm. His eyes burned with anger toward Darth Trayus, wanting to lash out and hit the boy he had been fighting. T Trayus senced the hate, the Force told him the boy was weak. The Sith stopped mid stride, he turned slowly, finding the boy still sitting there, looking at him. Darth Trayus' yellow eyes on him, his black pupils sliding closed. "Oh...?" He sissed " Whats this now?" he asked with a voice dripping with malice. His overwhelming presence confromed the boy in some subconscience way. He walked closer, slowly then rushed forward, and sending a purple streak of lightnigh to slam into his chest. "Did you like that now, still want to stike down Darth Trayus, Dark Lord of this Temple!?" he screamed, the dualling students stopped to observe. The room was silent give the scorching fabric on the apprentice's robes. Angry eyes met Darth Trayus, "Oh, yes, it is beautiful, that anger that hate, it's much to late to turn back now!" He yelled rabidly still advancing to standing over the boy laying on the floor. The smell of burn flesh rose to Trayus' thin lips and nose when he spoke "You cant turn away now, you must strike down your enemy, your angery fualingthe stike..." he implied as he stepped away and created some more lightning and letting it jump between his fingers. "Stike me down" "Do it. Don't hold back now, attack me." "ATTACK ME NOW!" His voice a shrill screech, as the taunted boy yelled and scrambled for his saber. His hands closed around his practice saber, still screaming he lept at the Sith Lord. Darth Trayus stepped to the side and slammed the boy into the was with his massive Froce Push. "Next time work on the foot work...no matter how angery you are." He said with disreguard of the now bleeding apprentice. The crowd of sith hopfuls watched as one of their own tried to attack their master. It was **2 ~~~Please do not use foul language on this forum~~~ he said, only death is imminant when rising against Darth Trayus. (OOC- short but I am just kindof practicing with this guy+)) |
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