StarWars
Amidst the darkening night, a figure stood, silhoutted against the backdrop of the building around him. The waning moon cast its dying glow upon his back, casting his body into deepest shadow. His cloak swirled about him, as though caught in a slight summer breeze. A strong aura resonated around him, yet he was able to mask it from those he did not wish to feel it. Eyes like a Dragons: Golden, cold, and merciless, looked down upon the scene atop the roof of the building opposite the spectacle.
Only the eyes of this spectator could be discerned through the gloom of the darkening twilight. Moonlight flashed from the handles of three beautiful swords, wrought from the finest metals and cortosis weaved. The first two were Katana, that hung at his belt from each hip. The third was a Broadsword, Anathar- The Sword of Power. Although he felt no anger towards these, Dugs, a bloodlust began to grow within him. Almost as strong as anger to a Sith, it caused a cold smile to cross his face, making him look evil and insane. After a moment he closed his eyes and delved into the force, allowing it to infuse within him. As the force flowed through his very being, his adrenaline spiked, along with the power of the force coursing through him, heightening his senses. The next moment, he sprang upwards and forwards into the night.
Moving so fast atop the roofs of the buildings so that only a shifting shadow could be seen through the deepening gloom around the area, Cail landed upon the edge of the last building between himself and the Dugs. His right foot caught the ledge of the building at the apex of the right angle that turned the corner of the building, his left foot landed firmly behind him upon the ledge. As his knees bent to take the impact of the landing he was already springing forwards into the air again. As he sailed over Marc and Eran, towards the Dugs, his left hand came about and grasped hte hilt of the sword at his back, his right hand held out before him. An almost mancial grin spread across his face and his hood fell back, exposing his snow white hair and gleaming yellow eyes to their fullest.
The hearts of the Dugs nearly stopped at the sight, the suddennes of the eyes and hair together, the angle of the moonlight...They were seeing a Demon! Yet before they could fully realize this, Cail had pulled his hand towards him, which sent the Dugs flying at him, still held my Marcs Force Choke. His hair flew back from his head as the broadsword flashed like a streak of silver or moonlight from the sheath at his back, the blade cutting through 4 bodies as he spun to the right with a downward slashing motion. The pressure on their windpipes immediately disappeared as they screamed and fell towards the ground, but the scream only lasted a moment before their bodies split in a vertical, blood spraying from severed veins and arteries, drenching Cail as he fell towards a building and rebouned off of it.
His feet hit the side of the building and he pushed off of it, flipped forward once, and landed in a slight crouch, his sword at a 45 degree angle to his side, knees slightly bent. His eyes looke towards the ground as he breathed, and chuckled darkly at the carnage he had wrent, before turning his still gleaming eyes and bloodsoaked self upon the eyes and selves of Marc and Eran.
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