Sevrin felt his blade swing in on its planned trajectory, slicing through flesh like a hot knife through butter. The Sephi had not been banking on the Sith Lord’s hatred empowering him for one last blast of the Force that would deplete him of his reserves. Lightning shot out directly at Sevrin as the Sith Lord dropped.
The Sephi’s saber had completed its arc, meaning that the blade was laterally positioned to his right. This meant that his torso was wide open. He was hit square in the torso by lightning, feeling the agonizing pain that bodily lifted him and sent him sailing through the air.
Sevrin collided with the wall behind him and dropped down like a rag doll. Smoke rose from his torso, excruciating pain coursing through his body. His muscles spasmed involuntarily a few times from the aftermath of the attack.
The Sephi was silent for a moment before he opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling, taking shuddering breaths as his fingers spasmed. He was still smoking when he coughed, weakly speaking before addressing the Jedi that had been hanging back and out of danger, “Vahn….” He rasped, “..Help….I’m….hurting from….carrying us both,” Sevrin gave a smug scoff, but it came out as a pained cough.
@The Steel Stag