Khendon S
Jul 5th, 2001, 09:19:45 PM
(OOC: any Jedi may join for a 1v1 battle, no special magical powers, please.)
Khendon sat in the back of the bar, looking out a window and taking a few sips of a whisky he had been slowly consuming over the past two hours. He had to straighten his thoughts; too many things were traveling through his mind at one time. Khendon scratched his forehead and leaned on his right elbow, smiling to a waitress as she passed by who returned the smile. Khendon went back to sulking, closing his eyes and trying to think what had happened in the past few days, why was he so depressed; he didn’t have an answer, yet.
Khendon was about to take another sip of his drink when a hand was put on his, he could feel the anger and drunkenness in this one. Khendon brought his left hand into the man’s face, crushing his nose, sending blood gushing and dribbling down his face. Khendon continued by hooking his right leg around the man’s and punching his chest, sending the man tumbling to the ground. As Khendon got up he prepared himself to bring a punch to the man’s windpipe that would surly collapse it and kill him. As Khendon’s hand moved downward, it was caught by a figure, shaking one figure. Khendon cursed as a chill traveled up his spine, alerting every nerve in it of the presence of a Jedi.
Khendon sat in the back of the bar, looking out a window and taking a few sips of a whisky he had been slowly consuming over the past two hours. He had to straighten his thoughts; too many things were traveling through his mind at one time. Khendon scratched his forehead and leaned on his right elbow, smiling to a waitress as she passed by who returned the smile. Khendon went back to sulking, closing his eyes and trying to think what had happened in the past few days, why was he so depressed; he didn’t have an answer, yet.
Khendon was about to take another sip of his drink when a hand was put on his, he could feel the anger and drunkenness in this one. Khendon brought his left hand into the man’s face, crushing his nose, sending blood gushing and dribbling down his face. Khendon continued by hooking his right leg around the man’s and punching his chest, sending the man tumbling to the ground. As Khendon got up he prepared himself to bring a punch to the man’s windpipe that would surly collapse it and kill him. As Khendon’s hand moved downward, it was caught by a figure, shaking one figure. Khendon cursed as a chill traveled up his spine, alerting every nerve in it of the presence of a Jedi.