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Darth Malice the Fallen Captain
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 Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 8:20 pm
Malice paced anxiously, a single lightsaber hilt in his hand. In his mind played his sins...memories both vicious and brutal. Atrocities he had committed both in war as Ryke and that he, Malice had committed as a true sith. These memories were years old...but as they tormented him they seemed so fresh. The images of blood and terror filled faces, of burning homes and families trapped inside, all these and worse flashed through his minds eye. Malice needed an outlet. Like any true Mandalorian, he needed motion, needed a fight. Not to kill, nay, but to relax. To lose himself in the motion the adrenaline. Malice calmed, and sat down upon the floor,simply waiting.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2011 4:23 pm
Desmond walked into the area. He had heard about the Master needing a Spar, he knew it could help him along so he went up to him, "Sir, I'm Desmond Lancaia, and I heard you wanted to spar with a padawan so I came over here."
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 12:38 am
Kuro walks up to Malice "Hi I'm Specialist Kuro, well im no fighter but i could definitely help out with defending yourself from a sniper. I am the best shot around after all".
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 8:07 am
Opening his eyes, Malice focused on the sniper in front of him. Rising, he smiled and chuckled slightly as he responded. "I tend to simply block the first few shots and use the force to tear them from cover. Do you have any experience with close quarters combat?" Malice rose, the dark folds of his cloak swishing millimeters above the floor. The hilt of his saber remained in his right hand, and Malice began absentmindedly spinning it between his fingers, the patterns increasing in intricacy as the seconds went by. "If you wish to spar against me regardless, you are welcome to." The haze in Malice's mind still had not passed...he needed this, the feeling of combat and it's intensity.
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Darth Malice the Fallen Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 2:04 pm
yoko eneters the combat arena and yells as lound as he can with full force of his force ability behind the yell to magnify his voice....COME FIGHT ME NOW I NEED SOME ENTERTAINMENT
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 10:25 am
"Calm yourself," Alinara's voice broke though Yoko's shout. "This is no place to boast of one's strengths or boredom," she shifted the position of a hand towards him. "Nor a place for tranquility or bloodshed thoughts," she mentioned, moving the same hand towards Ryke.
"As a force sensitive, I would expect you, an ex-trained Sith, to know what would happen if you went up against the emotional state Ry-... Malice's mind is in." Alinara inhaled deeply as the force increased her ability to feel and see. "I believe that Malice is looking for a mental fortitude... Not an all out fight, to put simply," she smiled. "Perhaps I may recommend Janlu or myself as your sparring partner, Malice?"
Changing the position of her body, she continued, "As for you, Yoko. I would recommend the training hall, maybe there you can teach or learn from someone who's not in peril?"
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