Even a mercenary from another universe can recognize that distinctive hiss-and-buzz of a lightsaber being activated. Before he can even vocalize it, Garyn realizes what the Sith is doing.
Telekinesis.
He falls flat to the ground, hands-first, and begins to roll out of the way. It's a desperate move, he knows it. It surely wouldn't be enough. The impact comes. There's a brief sizzle of plasma-on-durasteel. Garyn closes his eyes. But he feels nothing.
A glancing blow. The armor had done its job.
Garyn pulls up from a crouch and turns to face his foe. He had lost the initiative, but retained his sword. The Sith rises, grimacing, his saber in hand.
Then his leg buckles, and he falls to one knee. He had torn a ligament in the fall!
Garyn charges, seeing now his opportunity. With a mighty blow he sends the Sith sprawling onto his back once more.
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Date: 2014-08-24 09:18 am (UTC)Telekinesis.
He falls flat to the ground, hands-first, and begins to roll out of the way. It's a desperate move, he knows it. It surely wouldn't be enough. The impact comes. There's a brief sizzle of plasma-on-durasteel. Garyn closes his eyes. But he feels nothing.
A glancing blow. The armor had done its job.
Garyn pulls up from a crouch and turns to face his foe. He had lost the initiative, but retained his sword. The Sith rises, grimacing, his saber in hand.
Then his leg buckles, and he falls to one knee. He had torn a ligament in the fall!
Garyn charges, seeing now his opportunity. With a mighty blow he sends the Sith sprawling onto his back once more.