From a distance, Tempest could only watch as Alexandria stood resolute against the onslaught. The Light flowed vibrantly to protect the Grandmaster from the storm of electricity that poured from the fingers of the Dark Lord, even as it scorched the ground and set fire to anything else caught in its path. Ribbons of violet and blue danced within the air, clashing and igniting the skylight of Ailon with flashes of lethal illumination.
It was a battle of wills and the elements - conjuring a shockwave that threatened to stagger even the Dark Lord herself. The dark cloak fluttered wildly behind her, heels digging into the planes of duracrete that formed the ground beneath her feet. By now, troopers from both sides had begun to begun to grant the pair a wide breadth, daring not to place themselves within the crosshairs of the ensuing battle.
Slowly but surely, the ribbons of lightning began to dissipate from Tempest’s fingers - the final sparks dancing within her palm. The pool on the ground began to flicker away within moments, as the Dark Lord withdrew her own concentration necessary to keep the flood maintained. For the briefest moment, silence filled the space between them, until the hoarse voice of the Grandmaster carried across the distance.
“So be it,” Tempest said in response, her own voice mechanized and distorted beyond recognition. However, the hints of exhaustion were plain to decipher. Once more, the crimson blade in her left hand sprang to life - casting an aura of crimson that surrounded the Dark Lord - while the secondary remained unignited in her offhand.
The distance to reach Alexandria wasn’t great, and Tempest wasted no time to resume her approach - attempting to move to engage the Grandmaster in melee combat for the second time. The Dark Side flowed vibrantly through her every extremity, prepared to defend herself accordingly.
As the Dark Lord moved into melee range, her body rotated to side-face - her left foot and shoulder pointing towards the Grandmaster. Her blade thrust forward with blinding speed, crimson plasma that attempted to pierce through every later of armor, flesh and bone - right down to the Jedi's lungs.
It was a battle of wills and the elements - conjuring a shockwave that threatened to stagger even the Dark Lord herself. The dark cloak fluttered wildly behind her, heels digging into the planes of duracrete that formed the ground beneath her feet. By now, troopers from both sides had begun to begun to grant the pair a wide breadth, daring not to place themselves within the crosshairs of the ensuing battle.
Slowly but surely, the ribbons of lightning began to dissipate from Tempest’s fingers - the final sparks dancing within her palm. The pool on the ground began to flicker away within moments, as the Dark Lord withdrew her own concentration necessary to keep the flood maintained. For the briefest moment, silence filled the space between them, until the hoarse voice of the Grandmaster carried across the distance.
“So be it,” Tempest said in response, her own voice mechanized and distorted beyond recognition. However, the hints of exhaustion were plain to decipher. Once more, the crimson blade in her left hand sprang to life - casting an aura of crimson that surrounded the Dark Lord - while the secondary remained unignited in her offhand.
The distance to reach Alexandria wasn’t great, and Tempest wasted no time to resume her approach - attempting to move to engage the Grandmaster in melee combat for the second time. The Dark Side flowed vibrantly through her every extremity, prepared to defend herself accordingly.
As the Dark Lord moved into melee range, her body rotated to side-face - her left foot and shoulder pointing towards the Grandmaster. Her blade thrust forward with blinding speed, crimson plasma that attempted to pierce through every later of armor, flesh and bone - right down to the Jedi's lungs.