Before she could even consider shouting a warning – for she was a Jedi through and through – the red lightsaber burst into a mess of noise and light. Bright spots pricked at her eyes, and then all was quiet. The Darksider wasn’t going to bother her anymore.
He lay between two ships, his face a burned mess, the shell of his lightsaber still clutched in his hands.
Kneeling beside her fallen foe, Fiach sifted through the wreckage of his lightsaber hilt. The crystals that had powered his lightsaber were no longer contained by metal, but their song had not dimmed. She held them in one hand, almost shaking as the familiarity of them coursed through her.
He lay between two ships, his face a burned mess, the shell of his lightsaber still clutched in his hands.
Kneeling beside her fallen foe, Fiach sifted through the wreckage of his lightsaber hilt. The crystals that had powered his lightsaber were no longer contained by metal, but their song had not dimmed. She held them in one hand, almost shaking as the familiarity of them coursed through her.