Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-11588669-20150617171154/@comment-11588669-20150814210618

Nox snorted slightly at the 'fancy glowing sticks' comment. Beskar-gam, as the Mandolorian mercenary clans called it, was a highly durable metal which could deflect even lightsabers. It's prized by any who get their hands on it, and only specific, secret Mandolorian smiths could make it.

What many Mandolorians, and Sith, don't realize, is that it's only the plates of the armor that are resistant to Lightsabers. The cloth in between, not so much.

It's all about how you approach the battle. If you charge in headfirst, as most Sith do, you end up missing crucial details that could help you finish the fight quicker.

Inwardly moving on, he lightly pulses the Force within himself testing to see how it acted within his being. He grinned at the fluidity of it: Cold and harsh, but building with primal fury. A blizzard-so rare for Sith.

The mask on his face, though, betrayed nothing.

Garron, on the other hand, looked intrigued. "You've slain Force Users with that array of weapons? Very nice. My gear is light and keeps me mobile." He shifted, showing his belt, where an assortment of vibroknives were sheathed. "Each of these is for a different species, and these..." He tapped a few pouches on his belt, and a few small disks. "Are healing drones that spray kolto or inject it. I can also perform emergency first aid if the need arises."