Confrontation(Invite)

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*As he hit the wall, his back made a loud *Crack*...It wasnt broken but extremely messed up,If he was to put it into technically terms. As he slummed against the ground, he looked up at the man...his intimidating pusture almost getting to him.

Big mess you got yourself into this time...


He leaned agains it to stabolize himself, and eyed the gargantuan. Spitting to the left, he motioned with his hand for the man to come.*

[Halan]

*He starts forward his fist already raised in the air...his massive muscles bulge to life as he moves forward and swings downwards towards darius head all his strength behind the blow*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*He moves to the left slightly, and the blow hits his right arm...snapping it like a twig. He lets out a giant shriek of anger, fear, and pain....

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUGHHHHHHHH!"

as the blood flies straight over everything. The generals face, now covered in blood for more frightening then ever....

please...I dont wanna die here.... he thought, as he used he tried a sweeping kick, and with the giant off balance he'd surely fall...giving him time to think of a plan.*

[Halan]

*The sweeo kick hits his exposed knee and with a great shout of pain...the giant of a mandalorian falls to the ground...with all his weight he smashes his shoulder hard on the ground dislocating it*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Using this to his advatage he forgets his fear and leaps into the air, forming into a dive mid-way, superman style. He aims for the beasts throat and hopefully with both luck and a littel skill he'd be able to hit his throat and crush his windpipe.*

[Halan]

*The general throat crushes under the blow...he gaps for air...as he gets to his feet...blood flowing freely from his throat with one last effort he smashes his hand against darius head and collapses...dead*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*DArius scampers away...barely being hit by the desperate strike, but since they were in such close quarters it was inevitable. He took the strike to the head and was knocked back...

Landing on his back he used his good arm to push himself up and lean against the wall for support. All he could was stare at the man's body, and think of how it could have been him. For the first time in his life, he was not only sick of fighting...but truely scared.

Could I really lead the MAndalorians? I almost lost, my arms broken, and spirit diminished....

His eyes were wide like those of a firightened child...he just stared on, watching the crimson liquid pour forth, from the open wound in the General's throat. eEventually he lost enough blood that he was knocked unconcious and the medics rushed to the scene. Working on him right there, while the other General's that had come to the meeting whisper amongst themselves.*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"Impressive. It would seem that the General was wrong."

*I pace down to the arena floor, having clearance to get there at any time I wish. I help the new Mandalore up and clap him on the back.*

"Some good fighting back there, although some parts were certainly a bit unorthodox. And it looks like you get to keep your title; I seriously doubt anyone will try to challenge you for a while after what you did to him."

*I make a vague motion in the direction of the body, which is totally beyond the point of saving.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*The young leader merely nods and stares at the ground, not eveing trying to look into the man's eyes. It seemed like he had never killed before...but that was impossible...

He continued to look at his hands, the broken arm now mended, and the blood that was dried on them.*

"Thank you..."

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

*I look into Mandalore's eyes, and I can read him like a book. I'd seen the look on many a-recruit's eyes after their first real combat...*

"You'll get over it in time, Mandalore. I swear it to you. But for now, let's move on, get you cleaned up. Your training just starts here, there is still much you need to know..."

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*His moves his head up and looks....he didnt hae any snappy comments or insults about the man's age or anything...he just stood there waiting for instruction, because he had a feeling this man had a lot to say.*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

"This way..."

*I exit out of one of the main arena doors, not waiting to look back and see if Mandalore would follow. I simply pace onward, down the halls, towards a plan looking door.*

"Echani Suck."

*The coded door slides open to reveal a large but cluttered room, with beds all around. All of them are currently empty, and a few medical droids float around, not really doing anything.*

"That's the password for all the medical bays here, just so you know."

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

"Yes, Sir..."

*Darius had uttered those words since his father died...a few years ago, why did he feel a need to respect this man? above everyone else he ever knew...why?

Something about him...*

[Lakkerun Joh'had]

ooc: Thank you for not posting something like "OOC: Post fatty" as you waited patiently for me. Really do appreciate that.

"Pick a bed, and Ill brief you in on what needs to be done."

*I make a motion towards the beds, then move on over towards one of the medical droids, reactivating it and sending it over towards Mandalore.*

"There. I can teach you how to program these things if you like; it's a useful skill. It'll allow you to come here unaided and rest, heal yourself."

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Normally he'd say something like 'I'm a big boy, and can take care of myself', but this man seemed like he knew what he was doing. Better take whatever help he could get.*

"Sure,....what's your name again?"