I know. If you're a god, I doubt you ask for help much, if at all. And that will be your downfall.
[Savage watched Dirk, staring at the human in front of him rather than bothering himself with what Dirk might or might not be looking at. It was impossible to tell with those shades on, and he wasn't about to bother himself about it either. The time for talk was over as quickly as it had began.
Suddenly Dirk was gone, and he felt a sudden grip on him. He was just as quickly airborne, soaring like he were in a speeder, but his physiology and enhancements were such that he didn't panic as he was rocketed backwards. Instead, he twisted in the air to get his legs under him towards the sand and then he used the Force all around him to push himself down, to fight the momentum of Dirk's throw.
Soon his boot toes were digging into the sand as he leaned forward, carving deep trenches the further he was fighting the momentum of the throw. He came to a stop some distance away and shifted to step his way out of the two trenches of his legs, unfazed but experiencing a jolt of exhilaration.
He lifted his chin and issued a Zabrak howl of challenge, pounding a his flesh fist on his chest over one of his twin hearts. Then he stared at Dirk before he began to charge back the distance, which was significant and easily telegraphed given how far apart they were. Did he care? No. Would he cover the distance without being winded? Definitely.]
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[Savage watched Dirk, staring at the human in front of him rather than bothering himself with what Dirk might or might not be looking at. It was impossible to tell with those shades on, and he wasn't about to bother himself about it either. The time for talk was over as quickly as it had began.
Suddenly Dirk was gone, and he felt a sudden grip on him. He was just as quickly airborne, soaring like he were in a speeder, but his physiology and enhancements were such that he didn't panic as he was rocketed backwards. Instead, he twisted in the air to get his legs under him towards the sand and then he used the Force all around him to push himself down, to fight the momentum of Dirk's throw.
Soon his boot toes were digging into the sand as he leaned forward, carving deep trenches the further he was fighting the momentum of the throw. He came to a stop some distance away and shifted to step his way out of the two trenches of his legs, unfazed but experiencing a jolt of exhilaration.
He lifted his chin and issued a Zabrak howl of challenge, pounding a his flesh fist on his chest over one of his twin hearts. Then he stared at Dirk before he began to charge back the distance, which was significant and easily telegraphed given how far apart they were. Did he care? No. Would he cover the distance without being winded? Definitely.]