Fellheart vs Ardent Kuundra (6 Rounds)

[Jenno]

Order:

1st. Fellheart

2nd. Ardent Kuundra

3rd. Me with round results.

Setting the scene:

The grand bridge sat silent, smothered with the stench of death, scorched skin and rotting flesh, which proceeded to penetrated the noses of those who were unfortunate to see such a horrible scene.

The two factions of the Dark Jedi and Sith had met with the forces of the Jedi and Republic at this very spot, what ensued from from that meeting was a bloodshed that would haunt the survivors for an eternity.

Machines had exploded in mass balls of flame, creating makeshift cover for the infantry on both sides, but nothing could save them from the gleaming blades of force users, but then many of these god like soldiers could not stand their ground against the war machines that held such heavy fire power.

Neither side sought to give in, a gruesome deadlock ensued one which merely added numbers to the death toll, but not an inch of ground.

As the smoke thinned slightly, two things could be heard, a penetrative humming noise along with the weary footsteps of a well oiled military figure. As they were both heading for the center of the bridge, the battle to them seemed to be over, but nothing was certain with the intervention of the smoke. The battle for these two people currently known as heroes by the men in the forces that still remained, were about to have a clash that would decide the very outcome of the planet, the decisive fight to see which force had merely thrown talented men to their deaths.

When Fellheart and Ardent stepped over corpses, they watched each other's figure seemingly appear through the smoke. They stopped instantly, they knew what was about to take place, and they knew that only one would walk away a hero, the other would rot with other nameless soldiers, their names merely to serve as a list as men bested in the history books.



OOC: The image is there to help, although, don't restrict yourself to what's in the picture. It's all about using your imagination.

[Fellheart]

Fellheart watched the man in front of him, he noticed him breathe, could feel him watch over Fellheart as the fog of war fell down and the scene became clear. Bodies, weapons, broken machinery of war everywhere.

He got up his lightsaber and ignited it, they way he held it up in front of himself (Holding it diagonally up at his opponents head) made his face look like it had a blue glow.

He started moving slowly towards the man, he could sense that he had no intention of helping Fellheart. As he moved he used the force to pull a random lightsaber from the ground, he ignited it half way from his hand. The blade had a weak, but still strong yellow color on it. The hilt was good, easy to control, the perfect defense saber.

He started moving faster against the man. He seemed to think Fellheart was easy, a kid. Sure the opponent might be older, but he didn't know what the Padawan had been trough.

He was finally close enough. He jumped and slashed horizontally with the right handed saber against the man, holding the yellow blade ready for what the stranger might have planed to do next...

[Ardenator]

Ardent strode towards the bridge, outfitted in full Sith battle armor. He had been one of the best, one of the finest, the Sith Elite. But this battle had shown the men of both sides to be what they truly were, pitiful wretches; blind worms wriggling towards imminent destruction. It was all over, all lost. Kuundra couldn't even remember his objectives anymore. It had been shoot, shoot, shoot. Kill your enemy, defend your friends, watch all die.

He had become a ghost. All feeling seemed gone from him now. He had been possessed to go towards the bridge-perhaps that was his objective?-and he had obeyed. Smoke shrouded the scene as he made his way towards the object. Bodies, blood, scorched machinery and earth, all passed by in a blur.

Suddenly, his eye caught something moving in the distance. A figure, coming from the opposite direction. As the figure came closer, Ardent could distinguish dull robes and other identifying features, kindling a certain kind of fear in the Sith's heart. The figure seemed to notice him as well, and in response ignited a saber. Then, suddenly, the figure had yet another saber. Ardent's eyes widened as he realized he was about to be in a lot of trouble.

But his soldier's instincts were in control now, and he could not resist them. His pace increased to a slow jog, his blaster rifle's muzzle coming up and he came to meet the young jedi.

Suddenly the Jedi was on him, slashing with one of the buzzing sabers. For an instant time seemed to stop; Ardent could see the jedi's features perfectly, the face eerily glowing in the saber-light, the robes billowing with the movement of the attack, the acrid smell of metallic death that seemed to permeate the air everywhere, the smoke that seemed to shroud everything.

Then, suddenly, it was gone. The soldier's instincts kept on. The Sith Elite's feet fell out before him, and suddenly he was coming down in a slide, his back hitting the ground under the Jedi as his blade sliced the air where the trooper once stood, sending a spike of ozone odor into the soldier's lungs.

He wouldn't give the Jedi time to recover. He brought the muzzle of the blade up as the Jedi passed mid-swing, aiming at his opponent's robed gut. Distantly he recalled the Jedi having another saber, but that didn't matter to him now. His mind, his body, everything around screamed for him to do one thing: kill. He was powerless to resist.

Kill...

His hand tightened on the blaster, his finger beginning to depress the trigger.

Kill...

He obeyed, and red light lanced from the end of his blaster toward his opponent's gullet.

Distantly, he hoped it was over.

[Jenno]

Round 1

Fellheart
Effort: 2/5
Fairness: 2/5
Detail: 2/5
Coolness: 2/5
Bonus: 0/2
Total: 8
Comments: The main thing I'd say you had to work on would be detail. If you try and expand on every little thing and include other parts it would help everything else fall into place. Also, another thing that would help, would be taking more time to make sure your grammar is correct, this would help a bit more with detail because things would be easier to understand. And also, fairness was only really at this level because there wasn't very much to be fair about.

Ardenator
Effort: 4/5
Fairness: 4/5
Detail: 4/5
Coolness: 4/5
Bonus: 1/2
Total: 17
Comments: I loved the description of the surrounding, almost made me feel like I was there, so I awarded you a bonus point for that. I was going to award you a 5 for detail, however, I felt the dodge could have been described in better detail because I had to read it a few times to truly understand it. One thing, you do use 'Suddenly' a few times, trying supplementing a few other words in instead.

Total:

Fellheart - 8
Ardenator - 17

[Fellheart]

Fellheart deflected the shot that was fired against him. The tiny beam of light flew trough the air and pushed away the smoke it hit while traveling towards a metal plate which it hit a few seconds later.

He landed on the ground not to far away from the man, he had landed right in front of a body, a man that had been dead for a while lay on the ground next to hundreds of other, only this could be the one thing that saved him from this unknown enemy. Fellheart deactivated the two lightsabers and left them on the ground as he got up. He removed the dark brown robe and stood there with the robe in hes right hand holding it straight out from the body. Standing there now in only the basic Jedi outfit. colored pants and shirt, with dark brown boots, and a likewise colored belt. The shirt and pants where a little darker than some other students would use, it was more light brown. Rather then the muddy white ones.

He dropped the robe and followed it from the corner of hes eyes as it fell to the ground. The robe had barely touched the ground as a powerful wind blew past and carried the robe away with it, over the edge and down from the bridge. Down, down into the water where yet another hundred floated dead around, floating around thumping into other bodies, all of them had fought bravely and died, either they where shot and had fell into or was blown into it, never the less, they where dead people floating around in water as red as blood.

Fellheart now turned around, concentrating on the opponent. He used the force to pull up the lightsabers, he ignited both sabers and rushed against the man once again.

What he felt while closing up on the person...was anger, hate, passion and the strong will to kill. This was no ordinary man, no mandolorian, no simple bounty hunter...This was a sith!

Noticing this he stopped all of a sudden. Then he jumped as far back as he could get, landing on the broken ruins of a scouting walker.

"Now it's all up to him" he thought watching closely the siths every move.

[Ardenator]

An instant later the Jedi was gone, passing over Ardent and out of his line of sight. He reacted quickly; coming up into a crouch and turning, bringing his blaster up to a guard position. The Jedi stood a few meters away, unscathed, holding his robe out before him. His sabers had seemed to disappear.

A weight seemed to drop in the Sith's stomach. He had really had his hopes on hitting the Jedi. He'd even actually convinced himself that he could have gotten him with that one move. But the Elite should have known better. He was facing a Jedi, no mere Republic trooper. He nodded microscopically towards the Jedi in acknowledgment of his skills. He would not underestimate the Force-user again.

Then the robe was gone, and both sabers had rose to take its place. The Jedi was charging once more. Sighing, Ardent shifted to a kneel, aiming at the Jedi and awaiting the inevitable. He wouldn't be able to stand against another attack; not from a Jedi.

But suddenly his enemy stopped. Ardent glanced about quickly, checking for something that would warrant such a reaction, but there was nothing; simply the two combatants and the scarred, smoky landscape that surrounded them. The Sith looked back at the Jedi, just in time to catch him jumping back, coming to rest on the blackened remains of a Republic scout walker.

Ardent stood, slightly confused. This was something new to the Elite. What was the Jedi thinking? Was he up to something? Whatever it was, Ardent was too battle worn to comprehend it. All he could do was fight. He was an empty person, an armored shell: devoid of everything that made beings sentient. He was Death, and Death was all around him.

For a moment all was still. He simply stood, facing his opponent across the small distance that separated them. He made no movement, uttered no sound. For an instant he could sense everything once more. The scarred, blackened ground, covered with bodies and their annihilated machines of destruction; their stench, noticeable even through his environment-controlled armor. Tendrils of smoke creeped across the battle zone like the cold fingers of the Reaper, flanked by flickering shadows created by the small fires that seemed to spring up from the very ground itself. Had the planet participated in the battle as well? Maybe. Ardent couldn't quite recall.

Then, as quickly as it had happened, it was gone, and all focus was on the Jedi again. The eerie silence still stood, broken only by the howls of the wind, mourning the fallen heroes all around them. The Sith's thoughts went to his friends; his brothers who had fought with him in this hell. He had watched them die one by one, cut down by blasters and sabers, screaming with agony as their fires flickered out. He had seen them laid low by the bastards of the Republic, laid low by his kind. He looked hard at the Jedi. He had caused this, it was he who had wrought the downfalls of his brothers. He who had ruined the man who had once been Ardent Kuundra.

A rage unlike anything he had ever felt before rose from the pit of his stomach. He hated the Jedi. He wanted closure, he wanted satisfaction, he wanted revenge.

He wanted this Jedi dead.

Then he heard the whisper once more. Kill... Ardent acquiesced, and the Battle Rage was upon him.

His sight narrowed into the tunnel vision as he set his sights on the Jedi before him. He heard a click, and distantly registered that he had set the Blaster Rifle to Full Auto.

The rage overpowered him, and he finally broke the silence, screaming with a rage that dwarfed the battle itself. His hand tightened, pulling the trigger. He held it down, sending a torrent of blaster bolts at the enemy Jedi.

The assault continued. Ardent's rage was bottomless; he would fight this Jedi to the death, attack him until he couldn't attack any more. Still screaming, he began moving the blaster back and forth, spraying the Jedi with bolts of fire.

Today this dog would die.

[Jenno]

Round 2

Fellheart
Effort: 4/5
Fairness: 2/5
Detail: 3/5
Coolness: 4/5
Bonus: 0/2
Total: 13
Comments: Much better this time round. Although, the major thing that let you down was fairness, the shot was fired from pretty close range, you could have displayed emotion in your character before blocking, say his eyes widening in shock, it shows a lot more consideration for an opponents move, just saying 'Fellheart deflected the shot that was fired against him' sounds as if it was a breeze, nothing to worry about, but a close range shot to the gut would make a lot of Jedi worry. One compliment, the paragraph about the dead was very good and added to the 'coolness', a litte bit more detail and a bit of variety in style would have gained you a bonus mark, you were close.

Ardenator
Effort: 4/5
Fairness: 4/5
Detail: 4/5
Coolness: 5/5
Bonus: 1/2
Total: 18
Comments: Great post, I loved the description in the sixth paragraph, so much so you managed to earn another bonus point for it. Nice use of internal character usage and character surveillance of the battlefield. I had thought you'd overcome the last obstacle I mentioned but when I got to the eighth paragraph, from there onwards I believe I counted 'rage' four times, which really threw me off and it made the ending seem a bit more dull than the post really was.

Total:

Fellheart - 21
Ardenator - 35

Note: For future reference, in every post it is compulsory to attack, this time I'll let you off Fellheart, but just remember that.

[Fellheart]

(( Will do Jenno ^^ ))

Fellhearts mind stopped working. The world had slowed down, he saw the bolts come towards him, There was no chance that he could block them all, Maybe five or even six...Then he would be dead. He was dead, there was no way he could block any of them.

The bolts came closer, they where so many, and there would be no use in jumping left or right. He was spraying the shots all over the place, life was over for him, and he accepted that, he deactivated both lightsabers as death came closer. But then, as some of the shots passed hes right side he remembered it! Only minutes ago he picked up "What could save hes life". He reached for the pouch that hung from hes belt as a bolt struck the ground right in front of Fellhearts feet and left a round burned mark on the ground. And then it happened! He smashed the smoke bomb as hard he could down against the ground. And it worked!

The smoke from the bomb filled a large enough space, making everything that was seven feet around him invisible.

"Perfect" He said to himself jumping over the edge of the bridge with speed like a varactyl. As he fell down towards the rather large rock he could feel a bolt striking hes hair, it burned away a few of the black haired threads growing out of hes head.

He landed silently on the rock, and this could not be any better. He noticed two other rocks not far away from the one he was standing on.

He jumped! And hit the second rock. This one was extremely slippery. Had it not been for Fellhearts great balance he would surely have fallen into the blood colored water.

He made a short jump and landed on the third rock. He could hear how the sith kept shooting at the smoke filled area. "OK" was the only word floating trough hes head as he concentrated everything on the last jump up towards the bridge again.

"Brilliant" Was the second thought as Fellheart landed on top of the bridge. An just as he hoped, he was now behind the lunatic spraying the wall of solid black smoke.

He ran at the highest speed possible, even with the help of the force, it seemed like it took an hour to reach the man. But eventually he did. He ran up to the siths right side and did a small jump and a 180 degree spin while he ignited both saber. Now he faced the man. The blue lightsaber which was in Fellhearts right hand slashed vertically towards...No...Not towards the sith himself. But the God awfull weapon hes.

[Ardenator]

Ardent continued to unleash the torrents of fire, screaming louder and louder as the fire continued on. This Jedi would die. Suddenly smoke sprang from the earth around the Jedi, shrouding him in a cloud of haze. Was the blasterfire creating the smoke? No matter, it wouldn't protect him. Nothing could.

It continued on for what seemed like forever. He knew it would be over by now, that the Jedi should be dead. He could stop firing, it was over. But he couldn't, he never could. The fight was all he had, all he knew. He couldn't imagine a world without battle anymore, without a fight. He was afraid, afraid it might end.

The rifle ended it for him. With a beep the fire suddenly stopped. The gas chamber was emptied, and the power cell was depleted. He needed to reload.

Quickly, he set about the task. He had trained in this over and over again, had had it drilled into him until he could do the task in his sleep. He popped out the empty cartridge and cell and replaced them with soldier's speed, bring the rifle up again as he finished.

But there was nothing to shoot at. The smoke had cleared, and where the Jedi's body should have been there was nothing. He opened his mouth to curse, but never got the chance.

The Jedi appeared out of the haze, coming down from behind the Sith Elite. He didn't even have time to bring up his rifle before it was destroyed by the warrior's energy blade. Staggering backwards, he dropped the broken rifle and drew his pistol. He leveled the weapon at the Jedi's head and began to fire. Ardent would fight to the end.

The battle was on.

[Jenno]

Round 3

Fellheart
Effort: 3/5
Fairness: 4/5
Detail: 3/5
Coolness: 4/5
Bonus: 0/2
Total: 14
Comments: First two things are to do with spelling/grammar, you tend to put ‘hes’ where you should put ‘his’ and also, four time you’ve put ‘Fellhearts’ when it should be ‘Fellheart’s’ (damn I sound like my English teacher). Okay, this was a good post, the major thing you need to sharpen up on, is your grammar and spelling, there were a few inconsistencies (like the two already noted) and if the majority had been cleared up then you would have gained two more marks for that. I liked the part where he thought himself dead, although it did strike me that a Jedi would so easily give up his own life when there was a planet to save.

Ardenator
Effort: 3/5
Fairness: 4/5
Detail: 4/5
Coolness: 4/5
Bonus: 1/2
Total: 16
Comments: It was short, but very sweet. All of the parts about the rifle gained you yet another bonus point! And having mentioned the rifle and then letting it be destroyed so easily allowed the high fairness score. The only thing I can say is… longer!

Total:

Fellheart - 35
Ardenator - 51

[Fellheart]

He thought this would end right that second ago. If master Paine where here to see that, he would after finishing this guy give him a lecture about not thinking ahead, and just rushing into combat. But Paine wasn't here, this was Fellheart's battle. A battle to the end. But not his end. "This sith will die" he thought

"Seriously! Why won't you give up!?" He yelled at the man deflecting the blaster bolts as fast as possible. But there was no time to wait for a reply that might never come. And it was kinda clear to him, if he was the sith, he would have tried to kill this Jedi with all hes strength.

He started walking slowly towards the blaster crazy sith. He was a good fighter. And Fellheart was getting tierd, but this had to end, it had to end fast.

He now ran towards the man and gather what he could to do a force jump, in the air he spinned around and threw the blue saber at the man. But he had no chance of controlling it. He might as well have thrown a rock. How ever the saber (if it hit) would do a whole lot more damage. As he fell towards the ground he tought for himself. This was a bad idea. If the saber missed the man he would be in big trouble. Or would he, yes he would. This would be another of those times where master Paine would lecture him about acting before thinking.

Or would it....?

[Ardenator]

No dice.

The Jedi deflected all his shots, one after the other. It didn't matter where Kuundra shot, or how fast. The damned warrior stopped it all. How could they be defeated? how could the Jedi be stopped? He had watched so many comrades die by their hand, yet always he thought himself better.

He had always thought himself invincible.

And now he could do nothing to stop the force-user before him. Dimly, he remembered methods and procedures for battling Jedi, as part of his Elite training. For the life of him, though, he couldn't call it up. Maybe that was what would doom him this day.

He continued firing at the Jedi, pouring everything into the attack. He did all he could to focus on the battle. But try as he might, his mind began to wander. He thought about his comrades, his brothers-in-arms. Were any still alive? He couldn't remember seeing anyone in hours. Was there still even a battle? What were they fighting for? He couldn't even remember his orders anymore.

Suddenly, something came to him. The bridge. It mattered, in some way. He set himself to the task. He had something, and he would fight for that, fight this Jedi. It didn't matter if the battle was over, if all the Sith were dead. He had a mission, he had to be here, and he would die for that.

The determination was short lived, though. The Jedi spoke to him, and for a second Kuundra couldn't even register it. It had been so long since he had heard a voice... But then it came to him, and he began to wonder. Why wouldn't he give up? He couldn't win apparently, not against a Jedi. The battle seemed over, all his comrades dead, as far as he knew. All he had was a sneaking suspicion that the bridge meant something, and even that was fleeting. Why was he fighting?

He never got the chance to answer. The Jedi leapt into the air, flying over the Elite. Ardent began to turn, tracing blaster fire across the Jedi's path. He made the turn about half-way when he felt a burn like hot fire cut across his back, and then again, along his legs. He fell to the ground in surprise and agony.

Turning, he saw a silver cylinder on the ground. Had the Jedi hurled his saber at him? Sighing, he looked to the smoky sky, biting back screams and tears. Was it over? Would he finally die?

No.

The word came forth like a cry of pain. It tore through his mind and body, escaping his lips in but a whisper. "No..." Gingerly, weakly, he turned and began to stand, staggering to his feet. He looked up at the now unarmed Jedi.

"I am Ardent Kuundra, serial number A09K23: Elite Trooper of the Sith Empire. I feel no pain, see no fear. I cannot be bribed, I cannot be intimidated, and I cannot be won. I fight for the Empire, for it's Ideals. I am a Sith, and I will never surrender."

He looked down at his hands. By some fortune, had had kept a hold of his weapon. He drew a second blaster with his left hand, and leveled the weapons at the Jedi's face.

"Die."

And with those words, he unleashed hell.

[Xaojii]

Round 4

Fellheart
Effort: 2/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 3/5
Coolness: 3/5
Bonus: 0/2
Comments: Doing well. I see alot of improvement. Still 2 more rounds to go, hope you can really put some more soul into it, feel your character and push ahead.

Ardenator
Effort: 3/5
Fairness: 5/5
Detail: 3/5
Coolness: 5/5
Bonus: 0/2
Comments: Not much to say, really. Your character was pretty badass, posts were long, good grammar and all that, alot of the stuff that I wanted to see was there and the ending was satisfactory. No bonus points, though. I'm not really a bonus kinda guy.

Total:

Fellheart - 48
Ardenator - 67

If you have disputes about the scoring, gimme a PM or something, apologies will be made. This is my first time though.

[Fellheart]

Complete silence. Only broken by the voice of a man. A sith, named Ardent Kuundra. A man who would never give up. Never lose. Never fail. He spoke to Fellheart. In the distance he could see some remains of a walker explode, but no sound. Everything he could hear was the voice of the sith that lay before him. He lost focus, he couldn't think. He couldn't react.

Was he deaf? It was all so quiet. No sounds at all.
But no. The silence was gone, it was destroyed by a blaster.

"Shi't!"

He didn't have enough time to dodge, there was nothing that could be done to avoid it. He could feel the bolt burn his face as it missed with a few inches. The heat from the bolt had boiled Fellhearts skin on the right cheek.

A second shot came a second after the first one, it hit Fellhearts right shoulder. A third, hit him in the stomach. The pain, it was to much, he fell to the ground and felt his head smash into something.


Naboo. A planet made of Forests, dense swamps, great plains, rolling hills and deep beautiful oceans. Fellheart was lying on the ground in a clearing in a Forest with his eyes closed. The sun was bright. It even with closed eyes he could see a bright white light. He didn't dare to open them, in fear of what he might see. He was at peace. He was so calm, so relaxed. Everything was so perfect.
Was this death? Had the sith killed him?

The wind was playing with the trees. He loved the sound of them. Something blocked the sun everything pitch black. The wind stopped, the sound of the trees faded away as the last leaves stopped moving.

Fellheart opened his eyes. He wasn't dead. He was still at the bridge. He had only passed out, for not more than two seconds.

He wasn't dead. But neither was the sith. He got up and felt a shooting pain in his back. The sith was still shooting at him. As he took two steps away he noticed that he was unable to move his right arm, due to the bolt that had hit his shoulder. He used the force and pulled the blue saber. He ignited it while he turned around, and managed to block a bolt that would have hit the back of his head. It would have been the end of him.

He deflected another two bolts. And fell on his knees as he got hit in the left leg. "Kuundra! Why do you still fight?!" He screamed at the sith, while blocking the bolts that where hell bent on killing him. "What does it matter if you kill me?! Even if I die, reinforcements will be here any minute, and they will destroy you!" Screaming at the sith hurt. He stretched the already burnt skin in his face to a maximum. "Killing me will not help you win the war at all! I am a padawan, not even fully a Jedi yet! Do you know what power awaits you?! The republic is going to destroy the sith! The war was over before it began!"

The anger rose in him, he could feel a burning desire to kill the sith.
But thats not the Jedi way, it would be wrong. But this was either him, or Kuundra.

He got up again and said; "Ardent Kuundra. I am Zatuke Akira, my friends call me Fellheart. I am a padawan. Studying to become a Jedi knight." he took a short pause and continued. "And you are in my way"

Not a second later he attacked. Slicing with his saber at the mans arms. If he had no arms, he had no way of shooting at Fellheart, or killing him in any other way that he could think of

[Ardenator]

(Hey, since Jenno already said we couldn't post without attacking, I'm not sure if I should respond to this. I want to wait and make sure it's ok.

Is it ok with you, Xao?)

[Fellheart]

(If not, I can just edit the post )

[Ardenator]

(that would work)

[Jenno]

*note*

you HAVE to post an attack.

No 'if's or 'but's.

*/note*

[Fellheart]

(Ok, changed it )

[Ardenator]

In an instant everything became an adrenaline-charged blur; all foggy gray sliced apart by the red bolts of energy he was sending at the shadowy figure whom he knew was his only enemy.

The pain faded, and with it all his fear. He was once again the programmed weapon of the Sith Empire he was made to be. There was nothing, nothing except the shadow who he had to kill.

He dimly registered the fact that the shadow had fallen under his onslaught, and for a heartbeat seemed to be dead. It didn't matter. He continued to fire. It rose again, and began to speak. But Ardent was far too gone to understand the blur of sounds, and gave only blaster fire in return to the Jedi's words.

Suddenly the Jedi attacked, sweeping the glowing blade towards Kuundra. The Sith Elite refused to let up on the onslaught, continuing to fire. Surprisingly, a part of him was able to recognize the threat posed by the lightsaber, and he began to retreat.

He continued to fire at the Jedi, though for some reason it didn't seem that he was shooting as many bolts as before. Was he getting tired? Ardent had barely registered the thought before a pain like no other he had ever felt before tore through him like a typhoon, nearly knocking him to the ground.

Looking down, he noticed that where his left arm had once been, there was only a cauterized stump ending at the elbow. Realization dawned on Ardent, and he let out a blood curdling scream of fear and agony as he continued to stumble backwards.

His arm was gone. Gone. The entire thing. What could he do now? This was over.

He tripped over a body as he retreated, falling to the ground and rolling away from the Jedi, landing on his back a few feet away. Dropping his blaster, he rummaged about in his utility belt, finally drawing a thermal detonator. Thumbing it on, he drew back to throw.

Might as well go out with a bang...

Using all the energy he had left, fighting through the pain, Ardent hurled the explosive towards the Jedi, and waited to die.