((Alright guys, one thing I want to do here is stress that Revan is godmodded. His power is extensive, so he will be inflicting autowounds to characters should the situation be the logical course of action.
Keep in mind however that the fate of your character truly relies on you alone, not me. Trust that I look to advance the story in interesting concepts rather than playing favorites with characters, and to roll with the punches. Or don't: it's truly up to you how your characer reacts to the situations being presented!
The goal here is to make Revan the most deadly enemy the heroes have come across yet. So get ready: this is going to be the most challenging fight we've RPed yet!
))
Satele shook her head once, struggling to speak.
"Just stay in my line of sight...padawan. If I can see you...I can maintain the cast around the wound."
Her head dipped slightly, her arms shaking.
"It's hard enough to maintain one cast...I don't know if I can help the others if they get wounded."
Lana extended her arms out, standing next to Satele. Apart from the golden glow around the Jedi's arms, Lana's glowed with a dark purple.
"Don't worry Grand Master. I'll help ease the burden."
Darth Marr huffed, joining the four with his face locked on Revan.
"We need to keep on the offense, so plan your coordinated assaults quickly. If Revan even has a chance to concentrate, he'll drain the energy from the strongest among us."
The Sith launched forward, leaping into the fray.
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Revan snarled, having spun around before Brachi had landed her first strike. Free from distraction, he quickly side stepped to watch Brachi strike into the ground. His arm had already shot forward, too fast to follow with eyesight, and his purple blade shot forward. The sound of flesh burning rung out, the blade protruding out from Brachi's stomach as Revan held her in place.
The masked warrior turned slightly at the approaching Red Mist, quickly drawing his blade from Brachi's back. He jumped slightly forward to meet her head on. His scoff rung out at the initial clash, having followed into her bait to parry her blade to the side once again. A grunt soon followed, having utilized his speed to barely avoid the swipe from the second strike, the flare of energy striking across the middle of his chest.
He stepped back once more, Darth Marr's impact erupting a small shockwave at his feet followed immediately by a swipe by the Sith towards the midsection. The large burn across Revan's chest illuminated from the molten metal dripping slightly onto the cement, Revan's rage rising in voice.
"You're nothing!! You. Are. Nothing!!!"
The masked warrior suddenly vaulted backwards, the blades in his arms suddenly radiating. The energy became increasingly more volatile, exploding outwards as they both darkened into a pitch black in color. Revan bursted forward in a dash, the black lightning radiating heavily once more as he launched his first blade in a downwards swipe towards Red Mist's midsection. The strike was sloppier than his original strikes, suspiciously, the blade striking towards an easy place to defend and parry.
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Whis kept an emotionless expression.
"It never dawned on me till recently how poorly the group operates as a team."
Beerus chuckled.
"True, Brachi charged Revan alone without a proper distraction. The Saiyans could win if they fought as one."
Vegetto huffed, finally regaining his strength as he rose to his feet, his anger clear as he turned towards the two.
"Why are you just standing there?! You could be helping us!!"
Beerus continued to watch Revan.
"Our power would only be drained too if we rushed him, so there's no point in stepping in just yet. If you and the others get drained too heavily, then we can serve as the contingency plan. But until then..."
Vegetto's eyebrows twitched in frustration as he watched the god lazily stretch his arms and yawn audibly.
"I could really go for a small nap."