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Just as the Slayer was in range to blast Dante's brains out, he was forced to step back as his foe revealed a crimson sword that jutted straight at him. It scrapped his right side while he proceeded to strafed left. For a quick moment he inspected the damage caused, which clearly indicated that the blade was capable in piercing through his praetor suit. However, he wasn't going to give in to slicing and dicing his opponent at this moment. Once again attempting taking the advantage of his arsenal, the Slayer once more began to start unloading his shots as fast as he could while backing up to expand the potential gap.

If this didn't quite work, the Doom Slayer has a few other weapons up his armored, demon-murdering, suit. And not all of them happen to be guns either...

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[color=a9a9a9][b]Location:[/b][/color] [b]Snowy Forest -- Eltariel's Silver Tower[/b]
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As Kylo Ren peered into the bushes, his stormtroopers were all on high alert. They rose their blasters and pointed them in the direction their Supreme Leader faced, ready to fire at a moment's notice. They couldn't sense Eltariel's presence quite like Ren could, but even with his given hint that the enemy was somewhere in that direction the troopers trusted their leader's judgement and relied on him for guidance. For if he wasn't here, they would have to rely only on their gut instincts and training, which - while sharp - is still worthless against an enemy they knew nothing about. 

The Officer held his weapon steadily while he signaled his squad to stay in formation. All of their behavior had changed completely being now in the presence of their Supreme Leader. Gone were most of their chatty behavior and their individuality. Now they were near-silent, loyal soldiers, each trained from birth to do their duty for the First Order. Their leader's presence gave them both increased valor, but even then with those attributes did they show signs of stress, with some more than others.

[b][color=f7976a]"Hold your position!"[/color][/b] the squad leader ordered through his comms as they began to slowly spread out in a fan-like formation behind Ren to cover more ground, [b][color=f7976a]"We mustn't fail the Supreme~ UGH!"[/color][/b]

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No later than a mere second later, the Officer would find himself being the first person to get hit. He felt something violently pierce into his skull as he fell unceremoniously on the ground. 

[b]"Officer down!"[/b] FN-453 yelled as she pointed at their fallen officer, [b]"Take evasive action!"[/b]

Ren had sensed the shot the very moment it fired, whizzing directly past the right side of his face. Yet the speed at which it flew was far faster than a typical plasma bolt and was nearly invisible to the untrained eye. The only visibility he was able to detect was a vague warp-disturbance that seemed to resemble an arrow of some kind, like those found in a bow and arrow. Ren assumed that the opponent's arsenal was primitive, with only her magical abilities assisting her. 

Meanwhile, the troops quickly assumed control of the situation as they took their respected roles. The silent FN-149 was the first to assist his fallen comrade as he began to pull him out of the battlefield. He could feel the Officer's body twitching violently as he screamed bloody rancor at how he felt his soul being literally ripping out of his body. Even his body began to rapidly decay into the very air around him. He was struggling as much as he could to stay alive. 

[b]"Keep it together, squad-leader!"[/b] FN-602 begged as he proceeded to escort the two to behind the tower, leaving the other half of their squad on the frontline as they fired blindly into the bush.

An enraged cry bellowed from Scorch as he made it to the front before finally having a chance to fire his bulky flamethrower. A stream of steady flame emerged from the weapon's clear-white nozzle attempted to douse the bushes in front in liquid fire. His call to arson however would suddenly be in jeopardy, alongside 453 beside him. From the corner of their eye, they could see a flash of light blinding towards them and the sudden sharp ringing sound of imminent danger. Too late to react, they had little preparation to brace for impact before wincing in the face of seemingly inevitable doom.

Lucky for them, fate wanted them to remain alive.

The arrows could be seen floating in mid-air, stopped by something dead in their tracks just inches from their faces. Turned out their Supreme Leader was just quick enough to hold them in place using the force. They glanced over at Ren who was looking at them with his hand extended out towards them. 

[b][color=ed1c24]"GO."[/color][/b] 

The troopers didn't need to be told a second time as they hastily moved out of the way. Ren would release his grip as the arrows dissipated into the tower. While he normally didn't care much for his troops in battle - as he was used to the fact they they were practically expendable - the fact that he had only a handful at his disposal prompted him to grant his troops mercy from their rugged lives being cut short. 

Yet Ren's distracting act of mercy would cost him. As he swerved back to face the trees, he would be greeted by a ghostly aberration of the girl slamming her heeled boot straight into his chest. The powerful thrust was able to push him back considerably, but he was quickly able to regain balance as his boots skidded across the snowy surface for a few meters.

Being the closest to see the action up close, FN-768 proceeded to fire upon his Supreme Leader's attacker. 

[b]"Die, primitive scum!"[/b] he shouted as he fired.

But the girl, despite her arsenal, had speed and agility at her side. As she unsheathed her blades, she easily dodged the trooper's initial bolts and proceeded to lunge at her target. The trooper, still aiming at his target, watched through his gun-barrel.

[b][i]"Ahh frek..."[/i][/b] 768 muttered hopelessly as he began to accept his death.

But Eltariel's ravenous attempt at causing death would be her undoing. For a split moment, she would feel her body just suspended in mid-air before being violently tossed to her left and towards a tree. The trooper glanced at the girl's flying body before looking at Ren walking ominously towards her. Another trooper saved by their glorious Supreme Leader once again. 

With FN-602 rushing to get back into the action, the four remaining troopers on the field began to get behind the dark-masked leader with their blasters raised. But before they could fire, Ren rose his hand for them to hold their fire. Being the loyal soldiers that they were, they obeyed as they continued looking down at their opponent as if held at gunpoint. The dark warrior then began walking slowly towards his opponent as he whirled his crackling saber in place. 

[b][color=ed1c24]"Not bad,"[/color][/b] Ren admitted as he continued to pace forward, [b][color=ed1c24]"For someone of your skills. But you cannot best the power of the dark side."[/color][/b]

He'd pause for a minute before stopping half-way between his troops and Eltariel.

[b][color=ed1c24]"Who are you?"[/color][/b] he asked in a casually blunt tone as his saber remained ignited by his side, ready to block a surprise counter that could be thrown against him.