Growing Fire Ranania grunted in exertion as carried the buckets of water up the final steps of the mountain path. After losing her staff, she was reduced to carrying the buckets with her hands. This only helped the foul mood she was in after the return of her master’s sister. Scirio had promised to train her and now he was distracted by some interloper. If she was so full of potential, then why was he wasting time with the other woman instead? She sent a glare at Liracen as the woman walked up to her. “Need a hand?” the other woman asked. Ranania put the buckets down and shook her head. “We did not get a chance to talk,” Liracen added. “Are you from Tatooine?” Ranania clenched her jaw. Was this another one of her master’s tests? “I’m from a small planet in Hutt space,” she lied. “You wouldn’t have heard of it.” Liracen nodded, accepting the answer. She was about to add something when the girl suddenly took off. She does take after her master, the woman reflected. -- Than’so looked at his sister from a distance. For the first time in a long time he felt afraid. He had mostly made small talk with Liracen. Words fell short when it came to expressing that for over five years he had to kill the hope of ever seeing her again. That each morning he had to whisper to himself that she was gone, despite his mind protesting. But she wasn't gone. She had spent the last five years frozen in carbonite, barely aging since they had last spoken. Where he had felt the full weight of every day pass. He had done unspeakable things since then. And he had done them with the conviction of a true acolyte of the dark side. He had stopped counting the lives he had ended or ruined a long time ago. He did not feel guilt, only fear that she would find out. She would see what he had become and hate him for it. -- Ranania sighed as she looked at the Obelisk. She closed her eyes and focused on her anger. Unlike the previous day, her feelings were brewing right on the surface this time. She wondered if her master had only given her this task so he could be rid of her. But even her increased frustration wasn’t enough to budge the Obelisk. “Your anger is making you lose focus,” Liracen observed. Ranania’s scowl deepened, though she kept her eyes closed. “My master taught me to use my anger,” she snapped back. “Use it, yes. But you are letting it control you.” “Observe your anger as if it wasn’t part of yourself.” Liracen’s voice turned almost hypnotic. "Imagine yourself on a cool snowy plane. Your anger a fire nearby, too far to touch, but not too far to feel." The girl exhaled, her scowl softening. “Mold it into what you desire. Keep control over it without letting it affect you.” Ranania’s hand rose gradually as she imagined her anger as a fiery extension of herself. The larger the fire grew, the more difficult it became to control. Images of her parents filled her mind even as the Obelisk lifted off the ground and spun in the air. It wasn’t until tears started rolling down her cheeks that her concentration broke. The obelisk came crashing down again. "Well done," Liracen commented.

I switched to fury yesterday after being mostly Annihilation and it's the best time I've had on my marauder in ages. The other two specs are far too frustrating in PvP.

I agree, PvP has been neglected for a long long time. Arena is the last thing they added afaik, but there's simply no one playing those on my server. Very frustrating.

Reunion Ranania frowned at the obelisk shaped rock. She had no idea where it had come from. her master had not brought it with him when they first came here. But there it was, in the middle of the clearing on top of the mountain as if it had been where it had always belonged. “Lift it,” her master said. She was not sure what her master meant. The obelisk came up to her neck, there was no way she would be able to pick it up. The girl looked around. If she had her stick she could try to use it as a lever, but she had snapped it in half during their bout the day before. She moved toward the Obelisk and grabbed its side, trying to get it to budge. “It’s impossible!” she snapped after a few minutes. Her master shook his head. “It is only impossible, because you accept it is.” He paused then started again, voice gradually rising as he raised his open palm. “You and I have talents only few posses. I see greatness in you, so much potential. In time you will see the reality you accept is just a lie you’ve been taught, a chain holding you back. Nothing is impossible!” The Obelisk started to tremble then suddenly flew off the ground. Ranania felling back. “What the-” she whispered as the rock hovered above her. She crawled away, thinking it might drop on her. “Look at me,” Scirio demanded. The girl stared at him, her eyes wide in awe. “The only thing holding you back is you.” He lowered his arm and the Obelisk fell down with a loud crash. “Now lift it.” Ranania sprawled to her feet and imitated her master’s pose. “Reach out,” he instructed and she tried to little effect. “What did I teach you, use your anger… use your hatred!” She screamed, trying to get the Obelisk to move. but she was too distracted by images of the sorcery she had just witnessed. Scirio frowned and turned away. “I have an errand to run,” he said. “By the time I return, I expect you to have moved the rock. “What errand?” the girl asked suspiciously. In all their time on Tatooine, her master had not ever left the mountain. Her master shook his head. “Focus on your lesson,” he instructed. ** Scirio took a sip from his water bottle as he overlooked the valley. He had found a vantage point on top of a crashed ship so he could spot everything in the vicinity. It was a small message that had lured him out of the mountains, something that could be meaningless. The chances of it being a trap were high. But the chance of it being real, however small, was worth risking everything for. He spotted a lone figure walking the dunes miles away and took out his macrobinoculars. He inhaled a startled gasp as the vision cleared in. A lone woman walked through the sand. Her fair skin not build for Tatooine’s harsh suns. When she was closer, he unhooked a cord from his waist and slid down the side of the ship, landing in front of the woman. She hadn’t aged a day since they last saw one another. “How is this possible?” Scirio asked, his voice trembling beside himself. The woman smiled at him and pulled him into an embrace. ** Ranania had her eyes closed as she stood next to the Obelisk. Her one hand reached out as if reaching for something, though the gesture was only a conduit for the force. Through the invisible energy surrounding her she could feel the Obelisk’s smooth surface. She nudged, carefully though she felt it made no difference. She tried to focus on her anger, her reason for being here. She harnessed it and pushed it outward. Still nothing. The girl opened her eyes as she heard voices approaching. She tensed and assumed her fighting stance immediately. Not relaxing as her master reached the top, he had brought a woman with him. Her master was smiling, the sight was unsettling. “Who is this?” Ranania asked, eyeing the woman. “Ranania, I would like you to meet my sister: Liracen. She will be staying with us for a while.”

Yeah, one on one. But I'm talking about Warzones where there's other people frothing at the mouth to chase you down while you're trying to stay on a ranged class.

Sniper for sure, you can stand in their face for the entire fight and they'll still shoot you down. Apart from that anything that requires you to close a gap can be a pain, especially for carnage which needs to finish its rotation to pull out big numbers. I've traded my marauder in for merc for now though. I do more damage in far worse gear, with a far easier rotation. Plus I don't have to stick in melee which means I get targeted less and don't have to chase people like a looney while trying to get through my rotation.

Three easy wins: Alderaan and two Voidstars. Dailies done in less than an hour.

I'm not sure what your point is, because it did happen. We had 3 melee without heals on top of the bridge, he was under the bridge. No way to reach him in time once the acid killed us in a few seconds. But lets even if it didn't happen, it's still nonsense that we have to run around like idiots for 3 minutes while his entire team is dead. Anti-stealth crystals would solve that.

Not if you can't find them.

I did the solo version, hunting the rare spawned targets. Oh yeah, that one's horrible too.

It's not that big of a deal. We had a guy doing it just for the companion yesterday and near the end of the match he commented about how much he liked the match. (We did wreck the other team.) The quest to get Qyzen is way more tedious.

I'm very much in favor of the vision crystals idea to see stealth after a while. We just lost an (unranked) arena with 3 of us against one agent because he hid for 3 minutes and we didn't have any heals when the acid came down. The second round he hid before the fight was even over to use the same trick.

I really liked the movie, what you have to keep in mind is that Kylo isn't a full fledged villain yet. I feel that the intent was to show that Kylo believed his sacrifice would put an end to his doubts about sticking to the Dark Side but in the end only weakened him. Compare this to RotS where Anakin goes from saving Palpatine to slaughtering kids in the span of five minutes with no trace of hesitation. Was the last fight bad? From what I remembered Kylo absolutely wrecked Finn and Rey spent most of the fight running in the other direction. Add up the fact that Kylo spent a lot of time with an open wound in his side + the emotional revelation that his big sacrifice amounted to squat and I can see how he would have lost.

Game Update 4.2 Warzones Warzones now get a skip button, pressing it will add up the amount of sorcerers/sages in each team to determine the win and save everyone a headache.

The Mountain Path Haresh scowled as he lunged forward, cutting clear through one of his training droids. He retreated the blade, and spun it it back with a flourish that caught a series of blasterbolts. With a swing of his arm, he tossed the large weapon across the room at its source. The projectile hummed violently as it cut through the last droid and returned to his hand. The room was littered with droid-parts from the initial ten he had started against. Haresh took a deep breath and permitted himself to calm down. The door behind him opened with a sharp hiss. “My lord,” an officer said, bowing. The officer had waited outside for the training exercise to be over. The look on the Zabrak’s face warned him that he might have wanted to wait longer. “I have something that might interest you, my lord,” he stammered, holding out a datapad. Haresh jerked it from his grasp and played the video on there. A curly-haired girl with golden eyes stared back at him from inside a crowd. Haresh recognized her instantly. He had looked for her for months on Hoth. “Sciriato’s sister,” he whispered. “When and where was this taken?” he asked, turning back. “It made its way to the holonet only recently, we're unsure what the source is.” The Zabrak smiled. They had been nowhere near finding her on Hoth. He knew he had made the right decision to turn on his old master, even though it wounded him. Sciriato had chosen him as an apprentice and he had betrayed that trust. But by doing so he had saved over a hundred Imperial lives. Given a chance, he would make the same choice every time. -- The twin suns of Tatooine burned down on Ranania as she carried two large jugs of water. The weights were hooked on a staff which she carried on her shoulders. Her muscles screamed in agony as she made her way up the narrow and steep mountain path. She went down to the nearby moisture farm every morning before sunset. She wore a turban both to fight off the heat and hide her face. Duke Lucane undoubtedly had people looking for her. Her days were filled with training and conflict. Whenever she lost focus even for an instance intrusive thoughts and guilt trickled in. If she had not decided to run, her parents would still be alive. Her nights were filled with nightmares both of the past and her current training. She knew her master wanted to break her, she would not give in. She would learn all she could and return to Alderaan to find vengeance for her parents. Her hatred gave her strength, the promise of revenge gave her purpose. In every hit, every strike and every surge of hatred she saw Lucane’s face. She was nearing the top of the hill when she heard a laugh behind her. “You won't last long if it's this easy to sneak up on you,” her master said. Ranania clenched her jaw and turned around. She had not sensed the man hiding. She swung the stick over her head, sliding off both jugs off in one single move. Usually she would get a moment to rest her muscles after the long trek. Not today, it seemed. She did not protest, not display any sign of fatigue. Showing weakness is inviting sure destruction, her master had taught her. She knew he would never go easy on her. She didn’t wait for him to start. Hesitation was weakness. She charged at him in a blazing patterns of strikes. The uneven ground made it more difficult for her form to remain impeccable. “Clumsy,” her master said softly as he leaned and stepped out of the path of each blow. His hands clasped behind his back in a casual manner. Ranania swung her staff wide and her master stepped past the attack. he planted a foot behind hers and shoved her over with his shoulder. She tumbled down the mountain path and lost her staff along the way. She struggled to her feet, ignoring the small cuts from the fall. Her master tucked his toes under her fallen staff and kicked it up, catching it in one hand. “I thought the staff might teach you balance. But now you are disarmed, will you give up? Crawl into a little ball?” Ranania screamed again as she charged up the hill, hands like an eagle’s claws she swiped for his throat. Her master leaned back, avoiding the strike and swung the stick around, hitting her in the side of the head. The edge of her vision was turning black but she fought through it, striking again. Her master spun the staff in a flurry that caught her hand but didn't stop it. A loud crack echoed through the path as the staff snapped in half and her master smiled. He then launched a snap-kick to her chest and sent her tumbling back down. "I will be upstairs waiting for you," he said casually. "Thank you for not spilling my water."

Departure Lucane clenched his jaw as Garethe stood blindfolded against one of the estate’s walls. It bothered him that the man had not confessed his crimes. The evidence was there, though not exactly overwhelming. For now it did not fully matter. Appearance was everything. They needed someone to be punished if only for Ranania’s sake. The fact that there was no ransom note for his betrothed made him fear the worst. He might have to look for a new bride and start this entire process over again. The Duke sighed in annoyance. He hated setbacks. A small grin formed on the Duke lips. Perhaps this wasn’t as bad as he had imagined. he could spin this. His goal was to appear more sympathetic… he could lay bear his grief for all the Castle Lands to see. His betrothed kidnapped, her parents killed… why there wouldn’t be a dry eye in the room once he was done. He turned away and shouted. “Gather the press, I will make a statement!" He glanced over his shoulder and added. “Oh and execute Garethe already.” -- Ranania rubbed her arms. The Hapan had arranged a place for her inside a warehouse near a spaceport. Most cargo didn’t need heat and she was freezing. It had been two days since her escape and she had not stopped considering whether she had made a mistake. The girl flinched when the door opened and she scrambled to hide behind a plasteel crate. Her fright vanished when Scirio entered the room, closing the door behind him. She hurried towards him, eager for any news. “I booked passage on a freighter to Naboo,” the Hapan said when she drew near, not glancing at her. She could sense something was wrong. “What is it?” she asked. “You will have to hide in one of those plasteel crates, for the trip. It will not be comfortable.” The girl shuddered, eyeing one of the crates. Still she could sense there was something else the Hapan wasn’t telling her. She waited until finally the foreigner looked at her. “It’s your parents …” he said with a sigh and Ranania felt the floor sinking. “It seems your actions provoked Lucane into a rage …” Ranania was sobbing on the floor now. “It is my fault,” the Hapan whispered, I should have never let it come this far. The girl shook her head. “You warned me…” she managed. “You warned me this might happen. No...” She grabbed the side of her head and screamed. The plasteel containers in the room started denting inwards. And for a moment it seemed the entire room quaked. A slight smile formed on Scirio’s lips and he turned away. “I will get you off planet by nightfall,” he said. “No!” the girl shouted. “I want him punished, I want him hurt!” she snarled. “I want him dead.” The Hapan turned to her again. “Revenge is an open wound,” he warned her. “Even if you kill him it will not bring your parents back. It will start you on a path that-” “Save it,” the girl spat venomously. “Can you help me or not?” The Hapan inclined his head. “I can. I can make you strong enough. I can give you power that you couldn’t yet begin the fathom.” Ranania was still shaking with rage. “What do you want in return?” she asked. “Only that you learn from me. Take my knowledge and know me as your master. I want you to unlock your potential. Become my apprentice, Ranania … and in time, vengeance will be yours.” The girl balled her trembling fists and slowly bowed her head.

Sounds like a pretty sweet bonus to me.

Non-existant on the Progenitor. I'm hoping for cross server at some point.

8 deaths, what a bunch of slackers!

Deception Duke Lucane strode down the stairs of the Opera house. His betrothed’s arm was hooked in his and he flashed a cocky grin at the holo-news cameras. His upcoming wedding was the talk of the town. Alderaan fed off moments like this, princes and princesses, glamour and gossip. The fact that the wedding was only a means to an end failed to bother the Duke. Over the decades he had gotten a reputation for being a brute with a love for nothing but violence. Lucane had long since accepted this fact about himself. But that did not mean it had to ring true in the ears of the people of Alderaan. A good match helped to soften his image and secure future opportunities for his house. He considered a brief interview with one of the holo-news reporters, but decided against it. Ranania had not yet fully accepted her new role as decoration and she might say something foolish. He pulled the girl close to him and opted to strike a pose instead. He played the game and he played it well. He was about to get into his luxury speeder when the driver jogged up to him. “My lord, we have a situation,” he said. ** Yellow eyes caught the scarce light in the room where Duchess Caelia slept. “I apologize,” Scirio said loud enough for the Duchess to wake. “What is this?” she said in fear. “How dare you?” she managed then realized there was something wet and sticky covering the sheets. She was about to scream when the foreigner darted forward and covered her mouth. “I needed your husband’s life. Be quiet, remember your training.” The Duchess seemed to calm down, though her hands were covered in blood. Scirio nodded and let go of her. “I always knew the Sith would return,” she whispered. “After I stopped receiving orders I hoped they were done with me. But when Ranania was born and I knew it was only a matter of time before they came to take her. I had hoped Lucane would keep her safe after the wedding… it seems I was a fool.” Scirio smiled. “I take it she doesn’t know about her real father.” The Duchess shook her head. “Please… don’t take her..” she pleaded. Scirio shrugged lightly. “She will have a choice,” he promised. The duchess nodded, knowing this was as good a deal as she was going to get. She raised her head high. “I am ready,” she said with confidence. Scirio smiled, the former Imperial spy had exceeded his expectation of her fearlessness. ** Lucane’s scowled as he took in the news. Garethe was one of his oldest guards. Was it too much to expect him to be the most loyal? Had Lucane's recent favouritism of the Hapan cut so deep? “Make sure the Duke and Duchess are safe,” he ordered into his comlink. “Garethe doesn’t suspect we are on to him, he might yet strike.” Lucane took another look at the datapad. He wasn’t sure why the Caelias had a price on their head or how Garethe had found out. But an encrypted part on the man’s datapad revealed that there was a lot the Duke had been unaware of. It was only by chance that the rest of his team had discovered the thing had started transmitting signals to Nar Shaddaa. “Garethe, you idiot,” Lucane muttered. “Fetch Ranania, we are going to her parents’ estate,” he ordered his driver. The man turned slightly pale. “Sir the second speeder to take her to your estate has already left.” Lucane blinked before turning red with rage. “What second speeder?!” he snarled.

Broken Windows Ranania eyed her own reflection in the tall mirror. Various servants held up coloured fabrics near her. The wedding was only a month away and decisions had to be made. Her mother was too busy instructing her aides to realize how much her daughter was struggling. The girl had finally asked Scirio to help her escape. He had not refused her but warned her to think it through. Lucane would lose face if she ran away. He would undoubtedly look for a way to retaliate The girl inhaled a startled gasp as thunder roared outside. “This one or this one?” her mother suddenly asked, indicating two patterns. Ranania inclined her head towards one, not caring either way. “It is your decision,” her mother said. “This is your day after all.” She closed her eyes to hold back her tears and exhaled. When the ordeal was over Ranania almost sprinted out of the room. She was meeting Scirio soon and had to change into something more practical. She stopped at the door and turned. Her mother was looking at the fabrics they had chosen. “Why are you doing this?” Ranania asked all of the sudden. Her mother looked up in confusion. “Why does my choice in fabrics matter if the person I am marrying doesn’t?" Duchess Caelia snapped her fingers and motioned her aides out the door before getting up. “How dare you,” she started. “I thought I raised you better than that, who knows who’s listening.” Ranania stood her ground, scowling at the older woman. “We've been over this! You will marry Lucane! You will smile and look pretty and do everything else he expects you to do!” her mother screamed. Ranania felt her heart race, though she did not feel frightened. She sensed something almost overwhelming radiating from her mother. The woman wasn’t angry, she was terrified. She was going to sacrifice her child’s happiness because of fear. Ranania turned in disgust and left the room. -- Ranania swung her practise sword with ever increasing fury. “Good,” the Hapan whispered as he sidestepped the attack and unleashed a counter cut. The girl swept her blade across her back to block the blow as she spun. The two combatants eyed each other for a moment. This was by far the best match they had ever had. “Your anger gives you focus,” Scirio said in approval. Ranania lowered her sword. “What’s the point of this?” she demanded. Her teacher tilted his head to one side. “Swordsmanship will open you up to a strength within you. A strength you do not know you have.” “I am tired of these cryptic talks. Your words do nothing to help me,” she snarled. She launched herself forward, slashing wildly at her teacher. “Good,” the man remarked coolly as he spun and dodged each blow. “Use your anger, strike me down.” Ranania felt her frustration build like a pressure inside every fiber of her being. Tears were running down her face and she did not care. She was tired of hiding her emotions. She was tired of her parents’ cowardice. She screamed out her pain. The shattering of nearby vases and windows echoed through the room as she fell to the floor. The storm outside was washing into the estate now and the girl slowly got up. “What happened?” she asked in confusion, wiping away her tears. her teacher smiled. “This is your strength,” he explained. Ranania looked around the wreckage of the room as attendants hurried inside. “Help me escape,” she whispered to Scirio. The foreigner nodded. “Very well.”

Contrast The opera came to a sudden halt at the height of its momentum. Ranania inhaled sharply as the vibrant colours and almost overwhelming sounds died away. The dark made her feel cold and alone. She almost flinched when Duke Lucane grabbed her hand. She was wearing gloves to hide the calluses from her sword training with Scirio. “I hope this makes up for the incident in the garden,” Lucane whispered. “Your parents told me that you enjoy the Opera.” Ranania forced a smile and squeezed his hand, hiding her disgust. The lights inside the room came back on and there was a small moment of silence. Several members of House Thul got up from their seats and clapped. The room soon filled with thunderous applause. Ranania forced herself to smile and followed suit. She knew the show would be a wild success because of Thul's responce. Productions were known to go bankrupt because of as much as a slight yawn. ** Ranania was staring at the ceiling of her room, unable to find sleep. She had noted the lack of guards Lucane had inside the Opera. It made sense, tickets were expensive. Slowly it had dawned on her that she would have a good chance to escape during one of the shows. It could work if she could convince Scirio to arrange a transport. She got up from her bed and left the room. She started walking through the corridor of her parents’ estate looking for her teacher. She would finally ask him. She found the foreigner in the courtyard, sitting in a meditative position. “Scirio,” the girl whispered. The Hapan didn’t open his eyes as he replied. “You seem excited." Ranania frowned slightly. “I have a favour to ask of you,” she said after gathering her courage. The hapan smiled, seeming amused. Whatever confidence Ranania had felt was disappearing fast. They had become friends, she thought. But the Hapan seemed different, she could feel a cold and cruel aura around him. “I want you to help me escape,” she finally said. Ignoring the feeling, she knew it was now or never. The Hapan finally opened his eyes.

Sirens A bead of sweat flew off Ranania’s brow as she swept her training sword to divert a strike. The Hapan had taught her it was better to redirect than block. He told her a fight was like a current, she should flow with it. Scirio nodded in approval and bowed indicating the sequence had come to stop. It had been several days since she had begun her sword-training. Though she considered it just a way to get close to the Hapan, she could not help but enjoy it. Going through the patterns and sequences with Scirio felt more like a dance than a fight. And there was something about expressing her anger that made her feel more in control. During their first matches he would say numbers, revealing which zone on the body he would strike at. But then he had started saying false numbers to lure her into mistakes. He kept telling her to feel where the attack would come from rather than use her eyes and ears. “We will do something different today,” Scirio said. He took off the beige scarf he was accustomed to wearing. Ranania raised an eyebrow as the foreigner stepped towards her. He told her to turn and then lifted the scarf in front of her eyes and started to tie it around her head. “What is this?” she asked suspiciously. “Your eyes are distracting you,” the man said as he finished the knot and stepped back. “Using only your eyes, you blind yourself.” “I matched every strike you threw at me,” she pointed out. “Yes,” her teacher agreed. “So far.” Ranania could sense something at the edge of her awareness. It was like a siren calling out to her without a sound. She shrunk together as the training sword struck her arm. She could feel tears in her eyes though they weren’t from pain as much as shock. A commoner had just struck her. “You are afraid, good. Use it,” the voice instructed. The girl was unsure what to do. She wanted to leave but that would mean she would lose Scirio’s respect and her plan of escape would be ruined. She took a deep breath and raised her sword in the defensive form she was taught. She focused on Scirio’s footsteps until they disappeared. She knew where he ought to be, but there was something calling out to her from the other side. It felt like a memory of a dream , difficult to grasp but there in the back of her mind. The feeling grew more intense and she screamed out her frustration and spun. Her blade caught her teacher's mid swing. ** Ranania started blinking as the blindfold was taken off. She wasn’t sure how long the exercise had lasted, but it felt like minutes. She had not managed to block every strike and she had several bruises on her as a result. It seemed like whenever she grew confident in her abilities, it became more difficult to predict the attacks. Fear seemed to give her an edge. “I want to learn more,” she told Scirio. The Hapan nodded. “Why?” he asked. The question caught her off guard. The man had always accepted their arrangement without question. Was this the time to tell him about her plans? She looked down briefly. “It makes me feel … something,” she replied honestly. Scirio nodded. “Then we will continue tomorrow after you give your bruises a chance to heal.” The girl was about to add something when a rough voice suddenly interrupted the moment. “What’s this?” Garethe asked, a huge grin on his face. Lucane’s giant lapdog marchedat them. He had stopped limping, the girl noted. The Hapan did not even turn to face him as he put on his scarf. “A secret rendez-vous? Lucane will love to hear this,” he added. The Hapan scoffed and finally turned. “We are practicing fencing,” he said. “I would invite you to join but you seem to lack a talent for conflict.” Garethe turned red and was fuming at the foreigner. “You still have a big mouth,” he warned. “Yes, somehow beating you into the dirt hasn’t rid me of that,” Scirio added, moving past the man. Garethe suddenly lunged at him but Scirio’s fists flew out like a lightning strike. He hit the man in the throat twice before he brought his heel down on the side of the man’s knee. Once again the giant fell and Scirio grabbed his arm, pinning it behind his back. “If you ever talk about me when I am not present, I will kill you,” he whispered. He let go of the giant and inclined his head towards Ranania. There was something shining from under the fold in the foreigner’s tunic as he bowed low. With a smile she realized the Hapan had picked a datapad out of Garethe’s pocket.

I tend to vote for the person that got the most Objective Points.

Not at all, I love it and I saw a review the other day on Forbes that gave the expansion 10/10 so...