The lightning lances around and through Garyn, the polymer padding beneath his armor providing only the most basic protection against the searing electricity coursing through his bones. It is agony to even stand. He grits his teeth and growls like a cornered werewolf as the Sith parries his repeated strikes. But he has borne worse. He will die if he does not bear this.
He grinds his boot on the Sith's ruined knee. His enemy howls in unrelenting pain. The lightning intensifies, striking out at every living plant, animal, or microbe within five meters. But there is no focus to his attack now - a diffuse emanation of incoherent rage, directed at everything and nothing. It's more painful. But it hurts him less.
The Sith's hands are spread wide. He has dropped his guard. Mustering all his strength, Garyn plunges his sword into the Sith's chest, stabbing again and again and again, time after time until finally, the lightning ceases.
The Sith's eyes stare blankly up at Garyn. But the fury is gone, and the spark has left him.
Garyn stays on his knees and fumbles around his belt for a healing potion. The miasma of ozone hangs in the air, and he can smell something cooking.
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Date: 2014-08-25 03:16 am (UTC)He grinds his boot on the Sith's ruined knee. His enemy howls in unrelenting pain. The lightning intensifies, striking out at every living plant, animal, or microbe within five meters. But there is no focus to his attack now - a diffuse emanation of incoherent rage, directed at everything and nothing. It's more painful. But it hurts him less.
The Sith's hands are spread wide. He has dropped his guard. Mustering all his strength, Garyn plunges his sword into the Sith's chest, stabbing again and again and again, time after time until finally, the lightning ceases.
The Sith's eyes stare blankly up at Garyn. But the fury is gone, and the spark has left him.
Garyn stays on his knees and fumbles around his belt for a healing potion. The miasma of ozone hangs in the air, and he can smell something cooking.