Phantom Menace Arc 054 : Physical Prowess

(Physical Prowess Theme ) ( link here ) 

Now tearing through the streets of Mos Espa, Jin-Woo dropped from his midair sprint, feet slamming into the ground as he broke into a full-speed run. Behind him, the Gorog lunged, one massive hand crashing down in an attempt to grab him. But Jin-Woo didn't stop. He kept running—backwards.

With a wide, taunting grin on his face, he pointed at the Gorog with both hands and started singing , "Go Gorog, go-go! Jediiii Oooh wee ooh! YEAH! Ohhh YEAHHH!"

The massive beast snarled in rage, its steps thunderous, and began sprinting faster—barreling through what was left of the market stalls and merchant crates.

From above and across rooftops, large stones and debris began to fly in, hurled by Jedi telekinesis. They slammed into the Gorog's arms, shoulders, and face—but the creature roared through them, barely staggering. The hits were like pebbles tossed at a rancor.

Still running, Jin-Woo looked over his shoulder and laughed.

"Come on, big guy—just a little longer…"

Suddenly, the Gorog leapt.

A loud THRUMMMM echoed across the city as monstrous wings sprouted from its back—bony, leathery, twisted like something born from Sith alchemy. Dust and metal debris exploded outward from the force of its takeoff, and for a second, the sky over Mos Espa darkened with its massive shadow.

Jin-Woo's steps faltered for half a beat. His grin twitched. Don't tell me this thing's not the standard Gorog from Force Unleashed II… This reeks of Sith witchcraft.

The towering monster roared, then shot down from the air like a meteor. It raised one arm sky-high—easily five hundred meters above the city—then brought it down like a god's hammer, aiming to crush Jin-Woo with the full weight of its body and wrath.

But Jin-Woo's expression changed. Still smirking, but his eyes narrowed.

He kicked into the air with sudden force, momentum bursting around his legs—and then, with a sharp crack, lightning surged up his twin blades.

A rush of power. Not from the Force—but something older, deeper. As if the galaxy itself paused to watch.

Jin-Woo twisted midair and slashed upward. One blade cleaved straight into the Gorog's arm as it came down. A CRUNCH exploded through the air—followed by a shuddering screech as the entire limb was knocked violently off course, a deep gash carved into the monster's flesh.

The Gorog roared in agony, its right arm now limp—completely disabled.

Jin-Woo hovered in the sky above, black lightning still dancing off his weapon, legs glowing with faint pulses of air-stepping mana. He kept his stance midair, one blade out, eyes locked on the beast.

They glared at each other. Predator versus predator.

But then—the Gorog shifted.

Its skin gleamed suddenly, unnaturally. A deep metallic shimmer rippled across its arms, chest, and shoulders. Its flesh hardened and darkened like forged ore. A rare alloy. One word echoed in Jin-Woo's mind as he watched it unfold. Phrik.

The beast had just reinforced its entire upper body in one of the toughest materials in the galaxy. Its bones creaked, plates locking in place. Its roars now came with a metallic undertone, like a tortured machine made flesh.

Jin-Woo's grin widened, not with surprise—but with excitement.

With a sharp flick of his wrists, his twin beskar blades came apart, then suddenly rejoined—twisting midair into a new configuration. A locking hiss echoed as the blades fused at the hilts, forming a double-ended weapon.

But he wasn't done.

He extended one hand, channeling a deep breath—drawing on something not quite the Force, but aligned with it. A raw technique. Force Alchemy. something ancient and balanced—closer to the lost arts of Jedi weapon-smiths of old.

The weapon shifted again, glowing faintly with golden etchings that pulsed like a heartbeat. It split—elongated—broke apart into segments.

A three-section staff now spun in his hands. Lightweight, flexible, and deadly. Reminiscent of the Playful Cloud—but harder. Fused with beskar and ancient transmutation. ( img here ) 

The Gorog screeched, tendrils unfurling like whips from beneath its ruined arm. Dozens of them lashed out, trying to ensnare Jin-Woo midair.

But Jin-Woo moved. A blur. He dropped from the sky like a missile, three-section staff whirling around him. Each spin deflected the tendrils, snapping them aside, Then—he was there.

Face-to-face. Barely twenty centimeters from the Gorog's enraged eyes. Jin-Woo's slammed the staff forward. CRACK!

The full force of the blow landed dead center on the Gorog's face, amplified by aerial velocity and raw mana. The beast's skull snapped backward. Momentum took over. Its wings spasmed and faltered.

The Gorog plummeted.

Jin-Woo followed like a shadow.

Together, they crashed outside the city limits—just past the far edge of Mos Espa—with a thunderous BOOOOM that kicked up a shockwave of sand and shattered rock, sending echoes of the impact across the entire desert horizon.

Out in the dunes, the real battle began.

Jin-Woo darted across the shifting sands, his three-section staff blurring through the air as he batted aside the Gorog's tendrils—one, two, five at a time. Every clash sent up geysers of sand, shockwaves carving deep trails into the desert like dueling titans.

Funny, Jin-Woo thought as he deflected another strike. Now it's the Gorog who knows I'm not just some beast…

The creature had changed. No longer charging recklessly. It was watching. Breathing harder. It understood.

But the Gorog was not done yet. With a sudden shriek, its tendrils expanded—dozens more erupted from its sides, twisting like snakes. Before Jin-Woo could react, three of them wrapped around his leg, two more around his waist, another around his throat.

Shit— It yanked him down. Hard. The desert swallowed him whole. Sand surged like a whirlpool, dragging Jin-Woo beneath the surface. The Gorog pounced, slamming its fists into the dune, sending tremors deep below. It wanted him buried. Crushed. Gone.

The desert quieted for a moment. Then— BOOOOOOM!! The sand exploded outward in all directions.

A crater nearly 100 meters wide burst open as an overwhelming surge of black-and-violet mana erupted like a volcano. The shockwave sent dunes collapsing and forced the Gorog to stumble back, shielding itself from the blast.

At the center of the crater—hovering above the ground, crackling with power—was Jin-Woo.

Eyes cold. Three-section staff spinning behind his back like wings of a reaper.

The Gorog stared at him from afar, now backed against the outer walls of Mos Espa. Its chest heaved. Each breath came slower, deeper. And in its thoughts only one sentence formed: Death is coming. Then it blinked. In that fraction of a second—Jin-Woo vanished from sight.

CRAAAAACK!!

The next instant, he was already there. In front of the beast. His figure slammed into the Gorog's chest like a thunderbolt, driving it backward into the stone wall with a seismic crash. The entire structure behind it groaned under the impact, spiderwebs of cracks forming across the duracrete surface.

From the edge of the city gate, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and Padmé watched the spectacle unfold.

Padmé's Tease the Jedi Masters . "Masters Jedi… is there anyone among your ranks who can do what Jin-Woo just did?"

Obi-Wan slowly shook his head. "We were trained as guardians of peace, defenders of the galaxy—especially after the emergence of Joever Bideney," he muttered. "But… we've never fought like this. ."

Qui-Gon's voice was quiet, but firm. "Only Grandmaster Yoda could match that level of raw power. Perhaps Master Windu as well… though he'd need backup.

Back at the wall, the Gorog lay slumped in the rubble, eyes burning with a twisted mix of hatred and fear. It tried to rise—but flinched the moment Jin-Woo stepped forward.

Jin-Woo didn't speak. He simply raised his three-section staff—and clashed the segments together.

CRIEEEEENKKKKK!! CRIEEEENKKKKK!!

A sharp, metallic screech echoed through the canyon of broken stone and ruined cityscape. Sparks flew with each collision The staff's edge as he honed it mid-battle—turning a weapon of restraint into an instrument of execution. ( img here ) 

Padmé winced and clutched her ears at the stinging noise, her face contorted.

Obi-Wan's brow furrowed as he watched, stunned. Did he just… sharpen his own weapon mid-fight? he thought. What kind of lunatic does that?

But before he could move in for the final strike, a familiar psychic ring chimed through his mind.

"Jin-Woo," Rey's voice echoed through the link, light and playful. "Thanks for giving me that one minute. Now let me show you something."

From the far horizon, a sharp whistle cut the air—then THUNK! A canister slammed into the ground beside the Gorog and burst open with a hiss, flooding the area in a thick white fog. The beast stumbled, its head swaying, body trembling under the sudden chemical assault.

A second later, CRASH!!

The ground quaked as a massive figure dropped from the sky—Iron Man Armor: Mark XLIV, bulkier than anything Mos Espa had ever seen. Piloted remotely by Rey, its eyes glowed a fierce White as it landed squarely on top of the weakened Gorog. ( img here ) 

Hydraulic clamps snapped into place around the Gorog's neck, pinning it to the ground. Before the beast could react, Rey's voice came through the loudspeakers, fast and sharp.

"Go to sleep—go to sleep—go to sleep!"

With every repetition, the suit's left arm punched the Gorog's face at high speed like a jackhammer, each blow BAM! BAM! BAM!.

"Go to sleep—go to sleep—go to sleep!!"

The mechanical pounding didn't let up for nearly two full minutes. Jin-Woo watched casually, arms crossed, while the Gorog's face began to bulge like some swollen, lumpy, and absolutely pulverized. Each eye nearly rolled in opposite directions as comical little stars might as well have danced around its head.