[ti]Event[/ti]Siege of Mandalore

Sin Trang and his clan were stationed outside Keldabe just a bit down the road. He watched as the Dread ships landed and started to unload their troops. Sin took the sniper from a clansman and watched them through its scope "Dread Forces have landed and damn, I've seen better looking trandosians than these guys. By the speed they are unloading I say we have about about 5-10 minutes before they start their main advance." he commented over the comms. "Want us to hit them with everything we have now or rejoin the main combat force?"

Zenon arrived fairly quickly, the Mother Silence stopping from a distance and releasing their forces, quickly sending masses of droids to the ground armed with thermal detonators and blaster cannons. Witch Commanders and Master Droids would lead them while the Nightsisters and Nightroop provided aid to the fight anytime they got nearer. VM Mavarians would attempt to deal with the enemies navy and try and deal with what troops they could. For now their forces remained at mostly a distance, except Zenon, who calmly began to step forwards, the Face of Fire adorned, in one hand the Sword of the Dead, and the other his cane. He raised his arms to the sky, "Dathomir sends it's regards!" he roared, a pillar of flame erupted amongst them, rising into the sky, the heat could be felt from meters and meters away, incinerating the open heads and cooking them inside their armor as the Avatar of Fire stepped forwards. Rather then it dissipating, it moved, stretching in a circle around a group of them and around Zenon himself, trapping them inside with him, force lightning erupted towards him caught on his blade and cane. He raised his cane a field halting the blaster fire as he closed in on them.

There came from him a sort of laugh that seemed to echo within and outside the pillars of fire that encircled him and the group he had brought forwards. He lifted his sword as they finally came forwards, seeing distance was useless, the green mist falling off of it and covering the ground beneath them all as his chuckle increased. Empowered through the force he shot forwards, With the Speed of the Toocha, the blade now energized with their very own lightning clashed with the first one, releasing it all against him sending the Dread Soldier back in time for Zenon to use the Speed again, bringing it into the face of another. And yet again into another before he foresaw one coming from above. Zenon lifted his blade and with it another pillar of flame incinerated the dread soldier. With one powerful force push of flame he sent those left through the wall he had created, allowing the encirclement to dissipate revealing the corpses, or for most, the ashes.

A sort of sense of bloody joy came over him, these things were just undead, he felt no feeling of regret destroying them, not like he had when he'd fought with other clans on Dathomir. He didn't care to much for the Mandalorians, he was neither positive nor negative towards them. If somewhat positive due to their warrior culture. But their success or failure was only important to him because they were useful to the galaxy. To protect against these resurrected. He attempted to contact the Mandalorian Clans indirectly, by speaking to one of the Nightsisters through Mindspeak to contact them over the comms, "Out of respect for your world. We will accept strategic suggestion that does not further endanger us." was all that was mentioned, awaiting further instruction.

But while he waited, Zenon would began to pace. Powerful flames rushing across the battlefield against the Dread Soldiers, the sheer force of which would send some flying. He was gaining their attention, but blasters and their lightning would be pointless. They were so easy to catch with the blade and cane, or a simple force barrier around him that he passively formed. When they attempted force crush he would resist and interrupt it with a powerful blast of fire. The Pillars of flame were something he was well known for on Dathomir, created without a flip of his hand. They were why he was known as the Avatar of Fire. Pure destructive power of his pyrokinetic proficiency that he seemed to so casually create. And for these creations, he had a particular ruthlessness.

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Sin got his reply when the mandalorian forces started their attack on the Dread forces. He commanded his unit to engage and carve a line through their units to slow their advance. Sin and his unit flew up into the sky using their jetpacks and started to rain down blaster fire and rockets from the sky.

Sin was unlucky as one of the Dread soldiers hit his jetpack and sent him hurtling to the ground and into a small group of them. He was soon swarmed with swinging arms and blades swinging and hitting his armor. "Pabida gurire! ni gar jari'eyc siha!" he yelled at them as he fought them off the best he could.

((Get off me you ugly prick))

As the battle waged on Zenon recognized the superior accuracy of the Dread Soldiers was taking out five of their Servant droids to every one soldier. Thank goodness they were so cheap to make. Fortunately, the Witches had gone to using Surge of the Brier to entrap and ensnare incoming soldiers, while the others would lay down fire upon them.

Zenon backstepped quickly, both he and the soldiers he was now in combat with were enhancing their physical speed with the force. Footwork and deflections had to be optimal, fortunately, he was already naturally very fast. And his experience let him much more swiftly deal with things rather then trying to come up with a new creative method. He once again brought the blade up, deflecting the enemies weapon to the side, before a burst of fire erupted from it burning into his enemies face in time for him to turn around and catch a surge of lightning with his cane, which he would then bring down with extra impact against another.

Suddenly a large group of them all reached out, attempting to lift and crush him in the force, they had at least figured that out. Or it was very pure chance. They were fairly powerful and were in large numbers, he had to focus quickly before any more damage could be done, swiftly sending a blast of flame into them disrupting their concentration, incinerating some of them while others simply were thrown aside from it. He dropped again to the ground breathing in. It was perhaps not easy to tell. But it was still an exhausting battle for him. The amount of attacks he had been doing, huge waves of fire and so many times he was resisting their own powers, it all would take a toll as time kept extending further and further.

Zenon looked at the many weapons piled on the ground and breathed in, lifting his cane slightly, and with it the alchemized vibro swords near him would rise, along with the armor empty of bodies, swirling around him as he rose into the air and began to move forwards. The blades and armor creating a sort of bubble as he began to attack again, sending blades flying into the enemy while pulling more in as he moved. A whirlwind of flame sent out here and then. These armies could not be allowed to succeed.

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Adenn took notice of the Dathomir reinforcements and made a note to thank them later, once the enemy had been dealt with. Grinning behind his helmet, Adenn opened fire as well. When they were contacted and asked for strategic suggestions, Adenn chuckled lightly, even as he fired into the mass of enemies. 
"Currently, we're just focusing on pushing them back. If we're beaten back into the city, then I'll have something for you, until then, you have free reign to kill as many as you can. Please be mindful of not killing any Mandalorians, thanks. Along with that, thank you for your help in this matter."

Then he was back to shooting with everything he had. Around him vod fell to precise fire from the enemy. Then again, the enemy was falling as well, each shot to the head downed an enemy, whether from Adenn or those around him mattered little. With a click on his comms, more cover was brought up for the Mandalorians. Now that they had some slight cover outside, they could hold longer. That was the plan at least. For now though, it was simply a flurry of blaster bolts as the enemy relentlessly advanced while the Mando'ade held the line.