A girl thinks.
Am I even...a girl?
Within this world.
A weapon she brings.
No. That’s wrong.
A girl doesn’t bring the weapon.
A girl is the weapon.
And weapons have no emotions.
A boy steps in front of a girl. He has a name. Quin Leonkri. She has a name. Leh’Min’Ayd.
Not anymore…
They both have swords. She has two before his one. They crackle. They don’t cackle, it isn’t madness in her grip, not like a certain Sith with his sadism, whose name is Kayden. No, her violet lights are a kind of quiet, a kind of calm, not chaos, she’s no tyrant.
But she’s violent. He can see it in her eyes. Her hands aren’t empty. No fingers free. She isn’t free. She has opponents. She must show it. Hers is a performance test. For her master. She cannot be bested. Her purple lightsabers are like the patience of a longstanding rival, though one who won’t be overcome. An archenemy who nobody and nothing can defeat.
Nemesis…
He stepped in front of her as if to shield her from the Sith but he doesn’t know what his Lemon is.
Dead. Body.
The Pantoran woman cautioned the Sith against conflict but she doesn’t know what a Sith is.
Weapon…
Conflict. Violence. Combat. The young man, the Jedi with a green light, charged at the Sith. A weapon’s eyes go wide at this. It happened so fast. In the span of that instant, she glimpsed the Jedi with a blue light react, didn’t hesitate as she went for the Sith and swung her blade.
Something slammed. An object. A back. It was the young man. He landed right beside the weapon. Her saber crackled to that Sith’s cackle. The man rose, faced the weapon, and spoke.
Lemon…
His hand extended to the weapon.
Leh’Min’...
He mentioned Sith.
Sith…
He was a Jedi.
Jedi…
He said her name.
Leh’Min’Ayd…
Face to face.
Eyes into eyes.
Looks like he might cry.
Looks like she isn’t alive.
Rage…
“Leh’Min’Ayd is gone.”
Her eyes are off.
Against the dying light…
“I am what remains.”
Of the Sith. Of the Jedi.
“Your…Nemesis…”
-VWMMMM!-
And a weapon swings wide.
Nemesis extended, not her hand so as to accept his, but to take the Jedi’s hand from his wrist with her left weapon, swinging her lightsaber diagonally downward from her left to right.
@Sicadorito (@Quin Leonkri | @Cheriss Ktrame)
Am I even...a girl?
Within this world.
A weapon she brings.
No. That’s wrong.
A girl doesn’t bring the weapon.
A girl is the weapon.
And weapons have no emotions.
A boy steps in front of a girl. He has a name. Quin Leonkri. She has a name. Leh’Min’Ayd.
Not anymore…
They both have swords. She has two before his one. They crackle. They don’t cackle, it isn’t madness in her grip, not like a certain Sith with his sadism, whose name is Kayden. No, her violet lights are a kind of quiet, a kind of calm, not chaos, she’s no tyrant.
But she’s violent. He can see it in her eyes. Her hands aren’t empty. No fingers free. She isn’t free. She has opponents. She must show it. Hers is a performance test. For her master. She cannot be bested. Her purple lightsabers are like the patience of a longstanding rival, though one who won’t be overcome. An archenemy who nobody and nothing can defeat.
Nemesis…
He stepped in front of her as if to shield her from the Sith but he doesn’t know what his Lemon is.
Dead. Body.
The Pantoran woman cautioned the Sith against conflict but she doesn’t know what a Sith is.
Weapon…
Conflict. Violence. Combat. The young man, the Jedi with a green light, charged at the Sith. A weapon’s eyes go wide at this. It happened so fast. In the span of that instant, she glimpsed the Jedi with a blue light react, didn’t hesitate as she went for the Sith and swung her blade.
Something slammed. An object. A back. It was the young man. He landed right beside the weapon. Her saber crackled to that Sith’s cackle. The man rose, faced the weapon, and spoke.
Lemon…
His hand extended to the weapon.
Leh’Min’...
He mentioned Sith.
Sith…
He was a Jedi.
Jedi…
He said her name.
Leh’Min’Ayd…
Face to face.
Eyes into eyes.
Looks like he might cry.
Looks like she isn’t alive.
Rage…
“Leh’Min’Ayd is gone.”
Her eyes are off.
Against the dying light…
“I am what remains.”
Of the Sith. Of the Jedi.
“Your…Nemesis…”
-VWMMMM!-
And a weapon swings wide.
Nemesis extended, not her hand so as to accept his, but to take the Jedi’s hand from his wrist with her left weapon, swinging her lightsaber diagonally downward from her left to right.
@Sicadorito (@Quin Leonkri | @Cheriss Ktrame)