Khendon S
Nov 17th, 2001, 12:48:23 PM
The first droid leapt high into the air, bringing its body into a roll, as it descended quickly upon Khendon, a saber hissed to life in each arm, the two blades pointed directly at the armored warrior. The training droid landed directly in front of Khendon, bringing its right arm blade towards the warrior’s neck and the second quickly at his feet. Khendon now had a choice, one that would have to be made in split seconds. As the blades fell upon him, the light of the black training room’s overhead lights filling it with a uncomfortable red light, Khendon did a force enhanced flip directly over the blade going towards his neck and brought his right hand blade around, cutting the droids head, sparks shooting out, browning the black armored walls.
Khendon allowed a smirk to pass through his protective stolid face, but only for a second, the second and third droids went into action. One droid stayed back, its light-repeating rifle firing blasts at half-second intervals, all aimed at different parts of Khendon’s anatomy. As twenty or so blasts reached Khendon, so did the close-quarters droid, arms outstretched with sabers of wicked, pulsing energy.
The trained warrior activated his second blade, managing to direct ten of the blasts in quick succession towards the long-range droid, all hitting mid-section, causing the heavy armor to crackle and sizzle. Khendon moved rapidly, using small movements to miss five of the blasts, each grazing his armor slightly. The other five collided with his armored appendages, his armor barely holding against the barrage. Khendon brought his right saber around, towards the head of the attacking melee droid, a block being brought forward, but not connecting, Sevon had brought his blade back in a snap of his wrist, sending his other forwards like a lance, penetrating the thinner armor of the close-quarters droid, destroying its actuators and power storage, causing it to slump over, weapons deactivating.
Khendon locked his left handed blade on and threw it, guiding it with the force as the long range droid pumped fire at Khendon, which he blocked with his right handed saber. The gray and black blade collided with the chest of the firing droid, slicing it in two, its body sliding slowly to the ground, then its bipedal legs collapsing.
Yet again, he allowed himself a smirk, but another short one, only, as laser turrets fell from the ceiling, hovering at various levels as the floor began to shift, and holes form… this would be an interesting training session.
Khendon allowed a smirk to pass through his protective stolid face, but only for a second, the second and third droids went into action. One droid stayed back, its light-repeating rifle firing blasts at half-second intervals, all aimed at different parts of Khendon’s anatomy. As twenty or so blasts reached Khendon, so did the close-quarters droid, arms outstretched with sabers of wicked, pulsing energy.
The trained warrior activated his second blade, managing to direct ten of the blasts in quick succession towards the long-range droid, all hitting mid-section, causing the heavy armor to crackle and sizzle. Khendon moved rapidly, using small movements to miss five of the blasts, each grazing his armor slightly. The other five collided with his armored appendages, his armor barely holding against the barrage. Khendon brought his right saber around, towards the head of the attacking melee droid, a block being brought forward, but not connecting, Sevon had brought his blade back in a snap of his wrist, sending his other forwards like a lance, penetrating the thinner armor of the close-quarters droid, destroying its actuators and power storage, causing it to slump over, weapons deactivating.
Khendon locked his left handed blade on and threw it, guiding it with the force as the long range droid pumped fire at Khendon, which he blocked with his right handed saber. The gray and black blade collided with the chest of the firing droid, slicing it in two, its body sliding slowly to the ground, then its bipedal legs collapsing.
Yet again, he allowed himself a smirk, but another short one, only, as laser turrets fell from the ceiling, hovering at various levels as the floor began to shift, and holes form… this would be an interesting training session.