That voice.
That voice, she heard so often in her own head. The sibilant hiss of it, the crooning smugness in her deepest nights of grief and despair left alone. The arrogance, the ill-concealed delight at her own rage, her own pain. She didn't react initially to seeing the visor change, but her gaze darkened.
She held her vibroblade tightly in her hand as she stared the apparition down. Seeing the Mandalorian sinking to his knees before it, she couldn't describe the feelings that went with it initially. No joy. Nothing, at first, but a blank, deep feeling inside her gut. No... it went further than that. It was disdain. Disgust.
"Perfection? You wish you were," she flicked her fingers at it. For the first time, she felt calm. The unnatural anger she felt, prompted by the hunter, had cleared away, and in its' place was a steely resolve. She stared it down for a moment, features unmoving.
"Get your hands off of him," she hissed, pointing her vibroblade at the Force illusion, jaw set. "You weak, pathetic thing. I don't need you to be perfection."
Stone began to crack beneath her feet as she gestured to the Shadow, her voice hard.
"I am perfection."
And without waiting a further response, she lashed forward aggressively, to wrap Stasis around the Shadow, and then drag it towards her, forcing it to either move or be slammed into the stone wall behind it. Not her usual style... but she learned. She didn't need those answers anymore. She had already moved on.
@Darasuum dice roll~
That voice, she heard so often in her own head. The sibilant hiss of it, the crooning smugness in her deepest nights of grief and despair left alone. The arrogance, the ill-concealed delight at her own rage, her own pain. She didn't react initially to seeing the visor change, but her gaze darkened.
She held her vibroblade tightly in her hand as she stared the apparition down. Seeing the Mandalorian sinking to his knees before it, she couldn't describe the feelings that went with it initially. No joy. Nothing, at first, but a blank, deep feeling inside her gut. No... it went further than that. It was disdain. Disgust.
"Perfection? You wish you were," she flicked her fingers at it. For the first time, she felt calm. The unnatural anger she felt, prompted by the hunter, had cleared away, and in its' place was a steely resolve. She stared it down for a moment, features unmoving.
"Get your hands off of him," she hissed, pointing her vibroblade at the Force illusion, jaw set. "You weak, pathetic thing. I don't need you to be perfection."
Stone began to crack beneath her feet as she gestured to the Shadow, her voice hard.
"I am perfection."
And without waiting a further response, she lashed forward aggressively, to wrap Stasis around the Shadow, and then drag it towards her, forcing it to either move or be slammed into the stone wall behind it. Not her usual style... but she learned. She didn't need those answers anymore. She had already moved on.
@Darasuum dice roll~