C31 Peter & Windu Vs Ronan

C31 Peter & Windu Vs Ronan

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Ronan, his features twisted in rage, surged forward from the wreckage, his eyes fixed on Peter and Windu with a fiery intensity. "I had plans for you!" he bellowed, his voice echoing menacingly through the hangar. "You were to be my leverage against the Republic, a means to an end. But your insolence has sealed your fate. Now, I shall relish in tearing you apart piece by blood dripping piece!"

His hammer, pulsating with a dark energy, seemed to hum with anticipation of the violence to come. Ronan's anger was a palpable aura, charging the atmosphere with a volatile tension.

Peter, seemingly unfazed by Ronan's threats, offered a cheeky smile. "That's quite the long hammer you have there... You wouldn't be compensating for something, would you? Because I read on the Holo-Net that guys with small... well, you know... they need big toys to make up for what they lack in other areas..." He hinted, gesturing down at his crotch.

Beside Peter, Windu's expression shifted to one of mild exasperation as he glanced over at his padawan. "Remind me to restrict your Holo-Net access when we return to the Temple."

"What?! Why?" Peter whined like a child, completely ignoring Ronan, which seemed to only infuriate him even further.

"Because you shouldn't be learning such vulgar information." Windu countered, following Peter's lead, treating Ronan as if he weren't even there. "It could impact your training..."ViiSiit novelbi/n(.)c/(o)m for latest novels

"But how am I supposed to watch Lekku foreplay videos on ?" Peter groaned, naming a very real website, which he may or may not visit on occasion.

Ronan's face contorted with rage, his patience snapping like a brittle twig. "Enough of your insolence!" he bellowed, his voice thundering through the air. "Your juvenile mockery and blatant disrespect end here!" With a fierce scowl etched deeply into his features, Ronan lunged forward, his movements fueled by a mix of anger and a desire to silence them once and for all.

Appearing before the two Jedi, Ronan launched a flurry of strikes with his hammer. The air around them vibrated with the force of each attack. Working together, Peter and Windu skillfully avoided and blocked, telekinetically halting any concussive blasts before they could reach them.

Peter, tapping into his training and the bond he shared with Windu, found a rhythm as they moved in tandem. He ducked under a sweeping blow from Ronan, spinning to deliver a slash of his lightsaber that grazed the Kree's armor.

"Oops, almost got you there," Peter smirked as he dodged Ronan's retaliation, moving just in time to see Windu send him sliding backward with a telekinetic blast.

"Ugh!" Ronan grunts as he catches his balance, his blood boiling. "Insignificant bugs!"

Ronan roared in frustration, his assault intensifying, swinging his hammer with such force that it shook the air with each movement.

Windu, recognizing the pattern in Ronan's attacks, waited for the right moment, then parried a particularly vicious strike with his lightsaber, redirecting the energy back towards Ronan. The energy clash produced a blinding explosion, similar to a flash bang, momentarily stunning his opponent.

Simply put, the universe would be a much better place without Ronan the Accuser...

With a swift, clean motion, they raised their sabers high before bringing them down to decapitate Ronan, his head toppling to the floor, his last words still hanging in the air.

Seconds later, the warlord's body fell as well, his head rolled to a stop a few feet away, his face frozen in an expression of fanatical conviction.

As the dust settled, Peter and Windu stood over Ronan's lifeless body, the intensity of the moment slowly fading. Windu, his stoic expression shifting, turned his attention to his Padawan, a worried look blooming on his face.

"Peter," Windu began, his voice even but layered with a depth of concern, "are you okay?" His eyes, more perceptive than most, had picked up on the slight tremor in his padawans hands—a telltale sign of inner turmoil.

Suddenly, Peter's jovial, victorious demeanor faltered, a seriousness showing that was as rare as it was alarming. "I... I don't know," he confessed, locking eyes with Windu. "When I fought those soldiers, it was... it was the first time I've ever taken a life."

He paused, struggling to find the right words. "And what bothers me the most is how easy it was, and how easy it became to do it again... I hate that it feels this way, like I could kill another platoon of Kree without batting an eye. They attacked us, and we didn't have a choice, I know that, but..." His voice trailed off, words escaping him.

Windu listened intently, understanding the gravity of Peter's admission. Most Padawans never faced the stark reality of killing, as the Jedi order has been at relative peace for thousands of years, making Peter's experience a clear deviation from the norm.

"What you feel is natural, Peter," Windu said, offering a reassuring nod. "The path of a Jedi is many, with some trails more difficult to traverse than others. But it is how we tread down these pathways that define us."

Before Peter could respond, a sudden commotion broke their solemn reflection. Nebula, her usual stoic facade giving way to a rare burst of emotion, came running toward them. In an impulsive gesture of excitement and relief, she leaped onto Peter's back, embracing him tightly.

"You did it! You're alive!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of happiness and disbelief. She had watched the entire fight from the safety of their ship, her heart in her throat.

However, seconds later, realizing her uncharacteristic display of affection, Nebula quickly disengaged, stepping back with an awkward look on her face, doing her best to look anywhere but at Peter.

The sudden shift in her behavior left both Peter and Windu momentarily bemused.

'She seems much happier than the Nebula I know...' Peter thought with a smile, guessing that Thanos, if he even existed in this universe, hadn't had enough time to completely ruin her yet.

Peter, despite the emotional rollercoaster of the day, couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. "Yeah, I'm alive," he replied, grinning at Nebula. "Thanks for worrying about me."

"Whatever, who said I was worried..."

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