08-18-2018, 11:33 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-19-2018, 12:44 AM by Marcus DuBois.)
Malik's laughter increased as the ijiraq tore at him. He could sense its desperation, a hunger that seemed to claw at it, its frenzied frustration.
The force was a massively thick torrent now. He could envision it, a single point at his center, connecting him to it, him a funnel channeling more than he thought possible.
The pain engulfed every part of him but Marcus felt that. Malik instead enjoyed the creature's anger, relished its failure, goading and taunting it, promising dire vengeance if it ever let up. It retaliated, lashing his soul and he accepted it gladly, fed it to Marcus, mocked its weakness.
And then, the flow lessened, the force flowing through him weakening until it was his alone. His heart pounded, a run at 15 miles per hour suddenly becoming 5 and he was breathing great gouts of air as he felt the thing's terror, felt relief.
And he laughed again. Fuck you!!!! he thought to it as it was spidered by a web of frozen liquid metal, bursting apart. Ascendancy stood there, ablaze with the Force and Darth Malik greeted his master.
Ascendancy, Darth Caedus to him, proceeded on to the other bound Ascendants. But Malik turned his attention on the Ijiraq speaking through the woman. He remembered the feeling of the Force being funneled through a specific point. This thing was using the woman.
She struck at him and he slashed as he had when he had practiced with Andre so many years ago. She was fast and powerful. Even as he tried, some of her blows struck.
In anger Malik struck at her with a knife of spirit, the same he was using to slash her weaves. Marcus kept intruding, trying to talk to him. It comes from the woman. It is using the woman!! Malik shoved him away, but still the words played in his mind.
The woman was the key. Malik formed a blade of spirit with every bit of the Force he could muster. He struck as hard as he could....
Fuck!!! It was as if he had hit an iron wall with a hammer. His whole body shook with the rebound. He struck again and again, the entire circumference of the connection to her core and even though he couldn't see it, it was massive, as thick as her body.
"Dominions!!! To me!!! Do this!!!" The connection was a mighty redwood, and his but a single axe.
He needed more.
The force was a massively thick torrent now. He could envision it, a single point at his center, connecting him to it, him a funnel channeling more than he thought possible.
The pain engulfed every part of him but Marcus felt that. Malik instead enjoyed the creature's anger, relished its failure, goading and taunting it, promising dire vengeance if it ever let up. It retaliated, lashing his soul and he accepted it gladly, fed it to Marcus, mocked its weakness.
And then, the flow lessened, the force flowing through him weakening until it was his alone. His heart pounded, a run at 15 miles per hour suddenly becoming 5 and he was breathing great gouts of air as he felt the thing's terror, felt relief.
And he laughed again. Fuck you!!!! he thought to it as it was spidered by a web of frozen liquid metal, bursting apart. Ascendancy stood there, ablaze with the Force and Darth Malik greeted his master.
Ascendancy, Darth Caedus to him, proceeded on to the other bound Ascendants. But Malik turned his attention on the Ijiraq speaking through the woman. He remembered the feeling of the Force being funneled through a specific point. This thing was using the woman.
She struck at him and he slashed as he had when he had practiced with Andre so many years ago. She was fast and powerful. Even as he tried, some of her blows struck.
In anger Malik struck at her with a knife of spirit, the same he was using to slash her weaves. Marcus kept intruding, trying to talk to him. It comes from the woman. It is using the woman!! Malik shoved him away, but still the words played in his mind.
The woman was the key. Malik formed a blade of spirit with every bit of the Force he could muster. He struck as hard as he could....
Fuck!!! It was as if he had hit an iron wall with a hammer. His whole body shook with the rebound. He struck again and again, the entire circumference of the connection to her core and even though he couldn't see it, it was massive, as thick as her body.
"Dominions!!! To me!!! Do this!!!" The connection was a mighty redwood, and his but a single axe.
He needed more.