The battlefield seemed to be moving around Aadya as if she were standing still. Soldiers and gunfire, explosions and cries of pain and suffering reverberated through everything, but her eyes only looked forward. Legs moving without impulse, step after step. Hand gripped around her lightsaber, white knuckled and tense. Determined to make it back to the others, Aadya's trudging was only halted by something new coming into her view.
The shock of white hair is what caught her eye first, then the robes, then the brilliance of blue that erupted from the hilt of the man's lightsaber. With her Firrerreon senses she could smell him - the charred scent of skin, torched clothes, fear and pain - and was reminded of Clove. Aadya wondered how long she would carry within her what she had done to the tiny Jedi, and somehow knew deep down it would be forever.
He had started to move towards her then suddenly stopped, which Aadya found peculiar. An outstretched hand made her eyes widen - he intended to fight. The force tingled behind her and Aadya had no recourse other than her purest fight or flight response. Down onto her stomach she went as the hail of gunfire soared over her, but she was not fast enough to dodge it all. The soldiers around the one effected by Thelian gunned down their comrade without hesitation, unsure of why he was firing on friendlies but not caring enough to ask questions.
A bolt slid across her left shoulder blade digging a track in her armor. The pain, while not the worst she had felt, was enough to return the adrenaline. To make her smile, wide and fang toothed, like a predator finding enjoyment when its prey fights back. Aadya would waste no time in giving the Jedi a fight if he wanted one. She may have been injured, but she wasn't beaten. Not broken.
With her own outstretched hand Aadya channeled her pain into the force, tendrils wrapping around Thelian's legs as Aadya herself got back to her feet quickly. With a wicked twist of her wrist and clenching of fist, Aadya would attempt to send Thelian's knees in opposite directions - to either send him toppling one way or another, or split his manhood right up the middle.
Either way, she was only looking to disbalance him, not to kill him. For now, anyway.
You don't have to die here, Aadya shouted to him, her voice strained from earlier, but still audible. Your friend, the tiny Sephi, is dying afraid and alone back there. Be more than the allies you run from, the ones who tossed you aside. Save her before it's too late.
Aadya's lightsaber crackled and hummed, its crimson blade glowing menacingly in stark contrast to Thelian's azure one. Her mind went back to what Raze had done, what he had shown to her and what he had said to the Jedi. She knew the echoes still bounced within all of their minds, and with narrowed eyes Aadya wanted to turn those echoes back into deafening roars.
Go. Don't let her final thoughts be filled with suffering and pain. Aadya paused for a moment, though her guard was up and she would be ready to react to whatever the Jedi did, if anything. She is so alone, like you are.
But you don't have to be.
The shock of white hair is what caught her eye first, then the robes, then the brilliance of blue that erupted from the hilt of the man's lightsaber. With her Firrerreon senses she could smell him - the charred scent of skin, torched clothes, fear and pain - and was reminded of Clove. Aadya wondered how long she would carry within her what she had done to the tiny Jedi, and somehow knew deep down it would be forever.
He had started to move towards her then suddenly stopped, which Aadya found peculiar. An outstretched hand made her eyes widen - he intended to fight. The force tingled behind her and Aadya had no recourse other than her purest fight or flight response. Down onto her stomach she went as the hail of gunfire soared over her, but she was not fast enough to dodge it all. The soldiers around the one effected by Thelian gunned down their comrade without hesitation, unsure of why he was firing on friendlies but not caring enough to ask questions.
A bolt slid across her left shoulder blade digging a track in her armor. The pain, while not the worst she had felt, was enough to return the adrenaline. To make her smile, wide and fang toothed, like a predator finding enjoyment when its prey fights back. Aadya would waste no time in giving the Jedi a fight if he wanted one. She may have been injured, but she wasn't beaten. Not broken.
With her own outstretched hand Aadya channeled her pain into the force, tendrils wrapping around Thelian's legs as Aadya herself got back to her feet quickly. With a wicked twist of her wrist and clenching of fist, Aadya would attempt to send Thelian's knees in opposite directions - to either send him toppling one way or another, or split his manhood right up the middle.
Either way, she was only looking to disbalance him, not to kill him. For now, anyway.
You don't have to die here, Aadya shouted to him, her voice strained from earlier, but still audible. Your friend, the tiny Sephi, is dying afraid and alone back there. Be more than the allies you run from, the ones who tossed you aside. Save her before it's too late.
Aadya's lightsaber crackled and hummed, its crimson blade glowing menacingly in stark contrast to Thelian's azure one. Her mind went back to what Raze had done, what he had shown to her and what he had said to the Jedi. She knew the echoes still bounced within all of their minds, and with narrowed eyes Aadya wanted to turn those echoes back into deafening roars.
Go. Don't let her final thoughts be filled with suffering and pain. Aadya paused for a moment, though her guard was up and she would be ready to react to whatever the Jedi did, if anything. She is so alone, like you are.
But you don't have to be.
@Altaris
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