[Fear itself hasn't been a concern of Maul's in a long time, outside of one or two...hiccups. He wakes in a strange place under the light of a false day in what quickly proves to be an arena of some kind, for what purpose he doesn't know. It will reveal itself eventually, he knows, these things always do; the Force will show him if those around him don't.
And anyway, he's no stranger to gladiatorial combat for profit, which is what he assumes after a brief look at his surroundings.
The beast that eventually finds him is about the size of a small womp rat and holds only a passing resemblance to one. He ignores it at first, until it pushes the issue, but it's quickly dispatched, he doesn't even need to pull out his lightsaber for that, not when a precisely placed kick at its throat when it lunges does the job with minimal effort. He ends up taking down five of them before he finds the exit, and while it would be nice if they stayed confined after that, if he could find his way out without trouble he doubts they'll be contained for long.
He spreads out his awareness as he walks the city streets, feeling for others; other people, other threats, something he can use to solve the riddle of this place, and if anyone were to approach him, well. He's never had the best tolerance for people sneaking up on him, considering it's never for anything benign.]
RAGE.
[He's been at this idiotic game for an hour, and he knows very well he should know better. Shouldn't have gotten caught up in it to begin with, but once he'd started there didn't seem to be an end in sight. The more he played, the more the goal stretched out of reach...well, his temper's never been the best to begin with.
So he changes the rules, or so he thinks, except attempting to circumvent proves useless, which only frustrates him more. Before long he's smashing and kicking, and by the time the fire catches he doesn't even care so much about the prize itself so much as not losing.
The first booth ultimately ends up engulfed, and when he moves on to the next instead of bothering with the game he fully intends to just take it outright from the start. Except that holds no better luck, only more flames. Which results in more anger and more violence.
It's a vicious cycle. He wheels on the nearest humanoid who approaches to attempt to intervene and snarls at them in greeting because this entire thing is so ridiculous why can't he just have it.]
Darth Maul | Star Wars Universe
[Fear itself hasn't been a concern of Maul's in a long time, outside of one or two...hiccups. He wakes in a strange place under the light of a false day in what quickly proves to be an arena of some kind, for what purpose he doesn't know. It will reveal itself eventually, he knows, these things always do; the Force will show him if those around him don't.
And anyway, he's no stranger to gladiatorial combat for profit, which is what he assumes after a brief look at his surroundings.
The beast that eventually finds him is about the size of a small womp rat and holds only a passing resemblance to one. He ignores it at first, until it pushes the issue, but it's quickly dispatched, he doesn't even need to pull out his lightsaber for that, not when a precisely placed kick at its throat when it lunges does the job with minimal effort. He ends up taking down five of them before he finds the exit, and while it would be nice if they stayed confined after that, if he could find his way out without trouble he doubts they'll be contained for long.
He spreads out his awareness as he walks the city streets, feeling for others; other people, other threats, something he can use to solve the riddle of this place, and if anyone were to approach him, well. He's never had the best tolerance for people sneaking up on him, considering it's never for anything benign.]
RAGE.
[He's been at this idiotic game for an hour, and he knows very well he should know better. Shouldn't have gotten caught up in it to begin with, but once he'd started there didn't seem to be an end in sight. The more he played, the more the goal stretched out of reach...well, his temper's never been the best to begin with.
So he changes the rules, or so he thinks, except attempting to circumvent proves useless, which only frustrates him more. Before long he's smashing and kicking, and by the time the fire catches he doesn't even care so much about the prize itself so much as not losing.
The first booth ultimately ends up engulfed, and when he moves on to the next instead of bothering with the game he fully intends to just take it outright from the start. Except that holds no better luck, only more flames. Which results in more anger and more violence.
It's a vicious cycle. He wheels on the nearest humanoid who approaches to attempt to intervene and snarls at them in greeting because this entire thing is so ridiculous why can't he just have it.]
What do you want.