The moment the King rose from his seat, Vahliri’s lips curled into a ferocious snarl - teeth bared and hints of animalistic yellow beginning to glint behind her natural ambers. From the frigidness of her presence to the very way she stood, the half-Annfyn was a different person entirely in that moment - focused entirely upon the fight before her. It didn’t matter the risks or the challenge of her opponent. He stood between her and the Throne of Thule - and it meant that Vahliri wouldn’t tolerate him for much longer.
“Your dynasty lost the right to rule the moment you refused obeisance to the Empire.” Her words her hissed with no lack of venom. Her lightsaber flicked up to assume a forty-five-degree angled guard, left foot shifting ever-so-slightly bdehind her. “I will correct that error.” She said flatly.
Without any additional warning, Vahliri allowed the Force to flow through her left arm - billowing forth as invisible tendrils of energy. She coiled her grasp around the lower legs of the King as he strode forward - sinking deep before abruptly pulling towards the half-Annfyn. She aimed to pull the brute right off his feet and bodily him towards her - prepared to angle her saber downward if the maneuver was successful.
All the while, she kept her eyes expertly trained on the King - yellow-tinted eyes flicking between his sword and shield. Despite her confidence, Vahliri knew the man hadn’t been able to hold the throne for nothing - and was prepared for any surprise attack he might employ.
“Your dynasty lost the right to rule the moment you refused obeisance to the Empire.” Her words her hissed with no lack of venom. Her lightsaber flicked up to assume a forty-five-degree angled guard, left foot shifting ever-so-slightly bdehind her. “I will correct that error.” She said flatly.
Without any additional warning, Vahliri allowed the Force to flow through her left arm - billowing forth as invisible tendrils of energy. She coiled her grasp around the lower legs of the King as he strode forward - sinking deep before abruptly pulling towards the half-Annfyn. She aimed to pull the brute right off his feet and bodily him towards her - prepared to angle her saber downward if the maneuver was successful.
All the while, she kept her eyes expertly trained on the King - yellow-tinted eyes flicking between his sword and shield. Despite her confidence, Vahliri knew the man hadn’t been able to hold the throne for nothing - and was prepared for any surprise attack he might employ.