WARNING: Please do not read this if you have a weak stomach, or are pregnant or under 18. The merciful are also recommended to avoid continuing.
The Blood Carver looked down at the street. The human was bleeding profusely- several nearby beings had been doused in red before they ran screaming. He killed some of them- he didn't fear the authorities, but he didn't need the whole street calling them. Thankfully, most of them were hardier species- he could hardly believe blood was still coming out of this human! How much blood did they have, and how much did they have to lose for their heart to stop?
He frowned. The human had tried to kriffing pick his pockets, but many people would claim that he was the aggressor. He twirled his force pike around him as he considered. The ones who blamed him would be the ones who made it obvious- the nonchalant ones either didn't care, or understood.
He looked out, still twirling his force pike. The first, most obvious target he saw was an old lady. Do old women in any species pay attention to their own business? He made eye contact with her, to see if she would keep staring. She did, so he launched his pike like a javelin through the air. It was a dead hit, striking her directly in the throat, slicing through her carotid arteries before it continued on to sever her larynx and her vertebrae. The blood was spurting in a fountain by the time the rest of the throat was severed, and the Blood Carver was performing a flying somersault over the crowd by the time the head and pike hit the Mon Calamari woman standing behind the target.
He grimaced at the unneeded delay, as he was forced to shatter her spine before he could easily retrieve his weapon from the Mon Cal's corpse. He realized a moment before it hit him that the old lady's body was still rotating toward him with a fountain of blood. The woman stopped bleeding much sooner than the man did, but she showered him with enough of her fluids that his normal goldenrod skin tone was almost completely replaced with crimson.
He had a sense of a threat behind him and snapped his triple-jointed arm to his rear before turning around to find a beheaded human wearing a CSF uniform on the ground. He shrugged- it was inevitable, and might as well be now as later. He stomped on the human's chest, snapping the man's breatbone and crushing his heart as he studied the terrain to determine his next move.
He became aware of a Jedi Knight rushing to intercept him, and snorted in defiance. Kriffing Jedi had no right to interfere in his life!
He flipped a corpse into the air with his foot, and kicked it toward the Jedi as a distraction. The feint worked, allowing him to jump into a somersault and land within striking distance of the Jedi, which he could recognize as a Rodian at this range. He was within striking distance of his force pike, but not the Rodian's lightsaber, so he quickly snapped his weapon around to sever one of the Jedi's arms.
The Jedi rushed him, and the Blood Carver obliged by bringing his weapon around in a diagonal arc that brought it through the back of the Jedi's skull just as the Jedi struck him through the chest with his blade of light...
The Blood Carver looked down at the street. The human was bleeding profusely- several nearby beings had been doused in red before they ran screaming. He killed some of them- he didn't fear the authorities, but he didn't need the whole street calling them. Thankfully, most of them were hardier species- he could hardly believe blood was still coming out of this human! How much blood did they have, and how much did they have to lose for their heart to stop?
He frowned. The human had tried to kriffing pick his pockets, but many people would claim that he was the aggressor. He twirled his force pike around him as he considered. The ones who blamed him would be the ones who made it obvious- the nonchalant ones either didn't care, or understood.
He looked out, still twirling his force pike. The first, most obvious target he saw was an old lady. Do old women in any species pay attention to their own business? He made eye contact with her, to see if she would keep staring. She did, so he launched his pike like a javelin through the air. It was a dead hit, striking her directly in the throat, slicing through her carotid arteries before it continued on to sever her larynx and her vertebrae. The blood was spurting in a fountain by the time the rest of the throat was severed, and the Blood Carver was performing a flying somersault over the crowd by the time the head and pike hit the Mon Calamari woman standing behind the target.
He grimaced at the unneeded delay, as he was forced to shatter her spine before he could easily retrieve his weapon from the Mon Cal's corpse. He realized a moment before it hit him that the old lady's body was still rotating toward him with a fountain of blood. The woman stopped bleeding much sooner than the man did, but she showered him with enough of her fluids that his normal goldenrod skin tone was almost completely replaced with crimson.
He had a sense of a threat behind him and snapped his triple-jointed arm to his rear before turning around to find a beheaded human wearing a CSF uniform on the ground. He shrugged- it was inevitable, and might as well be now as later. He stomped on the human's chest, snapping the man's breatbone and crushing his heart as he studied the terrain to determine his next move.
He became aware of a Jedi Knight rushing to intercept him, and snorted in defiance. Kriffing Jedi had no right to interfere in his life!
He flipped a corpse into the air with his foot, and kicked it toward the Jedi as a distraction. The feint worked, allowing him to jump into a somersault and land within striking distance of the Jedi, which he could recognize as a Rodian at this range. He was within striking distance of his force pike, but not the Rodian's lightsaber, so he quickly snapped his weapon around to sever one of the Jedi's arms.
The Jedi rushed him, and the Blood Carver obliged by bringing his weapon around in a diagonal arc that brought it through the back of the Jedi's skull just as the Jedi struck him through the chest with his blade of light...
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