Private Bloodletting

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Sharkk

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Kutsi The Blooded would actually stand there perplexed for several moments before coming to shake his head back and forth with such force and speed that it was audible, along with the fact that from his lips would fly out drool. The broken Jedi before him standing valiant until the end one was thing, but facing off against such odds on their own? Now that.....was something.​
That was until a shit eating grin would spread from ear to ear before it spread even further still.​
" Kutsi did warn you, mate! "
As if on cue then, though there was no such thing and instead it was a mere coincidence, the charges attached to either side of the platforms used to help keep the platform up within the trees would go off. The side behind Kutsi would loosen and fall into the forest below while the side behind Damion would only loosen, putting the platform at a tilt that then gave Kutsi the "high ground"....Until the incline and gravity forced him to slowly begin to slide down toward Damion, who too would begin to slide backward. Thankfully the Jedi's landing gear had magnetically bonded with the platform it had landed on, though this only added to the tilt on the platform and threatened to fling the whole thing into the forest along with the Sith and Jedi too.​
" Kutsi gonna get his blood! "
Drawing his hulking lightsaber club then the Sith would begin to cackle, sending debris and spittle from his mouth once more. Igniting his weapon and swinging it once through the open air he'd express he meant every word he said. Then a powerful Force Jump would close the rest of the distance between the two, roughly fifteen feet, fueling another single swing, this one hoping to cut Damion down in a single move. Striking at the Jedi from their left shoulder down to their right hip Kutsu prepared to gobble up his fallen foe...if they fell that was.​
 
Weakened and battered from the hours that led up to this, it was a miracle that he was even standing, much yet ready to fight to his likely death. Battlemind was a powerful ability after all. His own body and mind did however have different ideas. His body wanted to leave, run hide. If it had not been for his mind he would have done just that,

However his mind did show a bit of fear. A fear of death, or something much worse that this hulking beast could inflect on him. Yet his blade was drawn, the purple lighting up the front of his helmet, which would hide his fear.

The charges on the side of the platform went off, leading to the platform tilt with a increasing slope to slide down. At first he did lose his balance, almost falling all the way down the slope, but quickly regained his footing.

Watching this beast fling itself about fifteen feet closer to him he would deflect the blow, but the pure strength would send him flying back, into the side of his ship. He would not have this such luck again if he would choose to try and defend himself like this again. However he would never die anywhere other then on his feet
 
Vwwwomm!

Smiling when his wide swing sent the Jedi flying backward and crashing their fleshy body into the metal ship, the Sith would hit the platform bare-feet first, sliding down the incline once more. At this point though the landing platform they were on would nearly be entirely tilted onto it's side before hanging there for a moment, low groans audible from time to time thereafter. Tilting a brow Kutsu would then proceed to jump again, this time flinging his hulking frame toward the tail-end of the Jedi's ship. Hitting it hard with his bulky shoulder he'd cause it to actually move a tad, though the parking position never moved, the legs that made up the landing gear did slightly move before wobbling back into place.

The feet themselves of the gear would never move, even as it hung there sideways with the platform on its own side, the vessel proving it's dedicated parking system....Until the entire platform detached from the tree and metal pillars that held said platform up, leaving the Jedi, sith, and ship crashing into trees, branches, and the like before finally landing in the depths of the forest below...Except this wasn't any normal area....The Jedi and the Sith had fallen into the Shadowlands....Yet, before Kutsi could really gather himself outside of absorbing the chaos for what it was, a thrill, he'd be ambushed by a Wookie scout of sorts. Having followed the pair apparently along their descent the Wookie would seek to aide the Jedi in assaulting the Sith. Swinging from a rope and leaping onto Kutsi the Wookie would attempt to slash and kick at the Mutant with a unique set of weapons that were essentially guards for their hands and feet, but also acted as weapons/reach extenders. Bladed and serrated these would cut at and sever Kutsi's flesh, albeit the Wookie didn't have free range, instead it was held there off the ground by its throat.

Relishing having his face slashed at and left bleeding, his arms, even his sternum as it was kicked. But, he held the Wookie out and far away enough from his body that even the deepest wound was nothing to the Juggernaut...Nothing except fuel to his rage....His power. Snapping the Wookie's neck then as he flicked his wrist and tossed the beast away in the same motion, Kutsi would turn back to the Jedi then while igniting his Lightsaber Club. Where had the Jedi landed?
 
The Ship fell quite a distance, along with the jedi and sith. Damion fell a far enough distance away from the majority of the crash. The ship fell deep into the trees, Felling one or two of the large trees along with it, as it fell to the dark floor. Damion landing on many of the tree vines and branches, crashing into one or two before being tangled in the leftover vines that had attached themselves to him as he fell. His lightsaber had not fallen far from him, landing in the mud just out of reach.

He was in pain, both from the blaster bolt that still needed to be properly treated, as well as the many blunt hits from the fall, and being launched from the brute's attacks. He was dirty, mostly mud, dirt, dirty water, and just a bit of blood. His own from the cuts he took from hitting a branch, and the opening of the wound on his side.

Damion for only a few moments had blacked out, passing out from all the pain and shock. Judging from the fall it would be unlikely that he would be able to recover his entire ship, if he could even find it.

He woke, a little bit of fear hit him. He always said he would give his life for the order, for the people of the galaxy if he needed to, But now that he had been this close to death, would it really be worth it to die. He could barely move once he got up and onto his feet, needing to lean of just about every tree he passed as he began to walk, Unsure of where he was going, or where he would arrive. All the while darkness, pain, and a slight lingering promise of survival by power slowly would suduce him.
 
Unable to locate the Jedi within the area, further booned by the fact that he couldn't use Force Sense, Kutsi would curse himself before spitting at the ground. Well regardless of how things had played out it had nonetheless fallen into his original offer so the Sith would move along, eventually finding his way back up top with his allied forces. Now aiding in assaulting the small Republic base the massive Juggernaut would hit troopers and Wookies alike with his Lightclub with such force that sometimes they were sent flying, had limbs severed with ease, or were cut in two. Though this wasn't just endless carnage as Kutsi wasn't just swatting through the enemy forces like some unstoppable force, nay he took his time and relished it. Even taking additional time to snack on fallen troopers, opting to crack through their armor like a crab's carapace instead of getting mounds of Wookie hair stuck in his teeth.

After so long the Gungan would have forgotten about the Jedi from earlier altogether allowing him free reign to explore the Shadowlands.
 
Dazed, confused, in pain, walking around would be fulie as he kept walking in circles. Had he been fully healthy he would find little trouble getting back up to the battle field, and platform, But now he wasn't thinking right. Panic and adrenaline shot thought his veins, pushing his onwords, farther away from what was now, no longer a threat.

It would not be until he thought he was far enough away so he could have time to breath. His mind would soon come back to him as he rested for just a moment. Taking deep breaths and ripping up a small piece of cloth to prevent any more injury and blood loss.

Now no longer on the threat of death he would have time to think. He had made it quite a distance away from his starting area, and would otherwise consider himself lost. Before he would decide to move again, he would need to retrace his steps as much as he could. He needed to find his ship. Even if his ship was unflyable, it would be likely that at least some beacon or someway to call for help would be on his ship