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Post by Elniri on Oct 21, 2020 3:31:42 GMT -8
Elniri eventually began to get on her two feet, as she was avoiding with ease another attack of Vextal, keeping up the dance with her prey. Opening up her arms she began to hum her melody, melodic tones through which the Force vibrated. Like a death fairy, Elniri sang her song, as she noticed that the Sith was slowed down by the attempts, even if he actively tried to fight it and continiued slowly his onslaught. Yet Elniri easily dodged, as she increased the tone, made the hums more passionate. It went all out as planned. Although Vextal knew the true nature of Elniri's lullaby and didn't fell for it as easy as all the other fools, drawn towards her, it would still stress him out more, and distract him, forcing his mind in a direction, where the Maelibus could finally her trap snap. One quick movement, two steps backwards as the blade lunged for her. She jumped down on her fours, her right claw catching one of Vextal's legs, while her scorpion like sting hurled with enormous speed into the ribcage of the distracted darksider, giving him the full taste of force lightning and a world of pain at the same time. With a fast movement, she would toss the body onto the ground, before ensureing that her prey would be dead for sure.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2020 11:01:56 GMT -8
Elniri was taking care of the other. That much was a relief for the warriors of all trades. However, it still left one powerful foe with a dash of uncertainty if they'd have another when this was all over. With Raptus's attacks at the group, their already small numbers were dwindling. Fast. Several of the Praetorian Guard already were scattered about. Some were still breathing, but if they didn't get medical attention fast, they would soon join their other brothers and sisters, who were quickly cut down in the fray.
When Raptus made the charge against Ifrit, it would be a boon to the Dark Jedi and the experiment's final mistake. A demon in his own right, the seven-foot figure charged forward to meet Raptus head-on, grasping a clawed hand around the creature's skull. Although Raptus attacked mercilessly, the Spellbinder's protective aura held. True, it was weakening, cracking, which would leave Ifrit defenseless against the experiment's offense, but if he could keep this thing contained for just long enough, he and the other mages could work in tandem.
With a bellowing yell, Ifrit sidestepped, forcing Raptus forward with his own momentum. Keeping his talons grasping firm on the creature's exoskeleton, he shoved the experiment into the floor, where Ifrit could bind him with a powerful spell of his own that outrivaled the mages combined. From there, the mages continued their chanting, targeting Raptus' innards until there was nothing left inside him but a boiling soup, unable to support life.
Ifrit wouldn't release his hold until he was sure that the twitching of Raptus's body was nothing more than the aftereffects of the spells. When the figurative smoke cleared the area, the remaining soldiers' eyes immediately looked over to find Elniri triumphant over her own foe. However, there was still tension in the air. Their fight not yet be over. She may see them as her next prey, her next meal. However, Ifrit made the first move, releasing his clawed grasp from Raptus' skull, to turn and face the other experiment still alive in this room. Although the teams surrounding him were clearly cautious and on-guard to Elniri's movements, they made no other movements to provoke her than readying their weapons.
"You are a formidable warrior, Elniri. You deserve better than the fate you were given."
The demon's voice boomed through the room as he took a single step towards her, then stopped.
"We have our own warriors, those who are on their way to deal with your cruel master if they haven't done so already."
It was unclear if words would do anything to keep her from launching into his men, but Ifrit still hoped she could find an ally in him and his men. If these words weren't enough, though, the battle against a common enemy they had just shared would hopefully speak even louder. No matter the situation, though, he would pose her that question, to find out once and for all if she was an unexpected ally or another unfortunate foe.
"So I offer you this question, Elniri. What will you do now?"
Blaster and stun cannons -- this was the place. The weaponry could only manage one shot each, some two, but it didn't matter much. Mariah unleashed the full of her arsenal upon them. Two standard sabers with red blades were flung out in the Force like a boomerang to deal with half. Two shoto sabers with amethyst blades careened like their sisters to handle the other half. With the cannons silenced and the area secured, Mariah pulled back on the invisible string on her shotos, effortlessly grasping one in each hand, extinguishing them, and affixing them on her belt. With a flick of her wrist, she recalled her standard sabers next -- all in the blink of an eye. Mariah had dealt with similar situations many times over, and her experience showed in her grace.
Leaving the furious red blades alight, the woman approached the blaster door. She snarled, briefly, before plunging both sabers eep into the metal to carve out a molten ring. It would certainly give her away to the one behind the door, but it would be his last warning to get out now or die. Once Mariah sent a Force Push to send the metal disk inward, she had her answer that he was prepared to die. Sen's back was at first turned to her, his first mistake. His second, more wasted talk. Although curious that his actual target was the Blackguard Reborn, the act of infiltrating her order secured his fate. There was no room for more dialogue. Here, she was the judge, the jury, and the executioner, roles she would execute swiftly.
From overhead, twin metal bars of gold and silver waited. Sen unleashed his barrage of Force Lightning, to which Mariah caught in her crimson sabers, held in a defensive X-formation. Despite her struggle to keep the energy blocked by her blades, though, the woman smirked, alit by eerie red. Pets were similar to their masters, and it seemed this one infused his talkativeness into all of his thralls. He, like them, wouldn't be talking for very long.
The vibrant dual hiss signaled imminent danger, Mariah's shotos lowering to hover behind Sen. Stretching out her index fingers on either hand, the crimson-haired woman summoned both of them to scream towards their foe like javelin mirrors. Each was posed to carve through either shoulder blade, the blades crossing within his body. If he was any type of swordsman, it would take more than that to bring him down, but at the very least, Mariah could make him redirect his focus to end his storm of lightning upon her.
The moment she was free, the Empress of the Dark Jedi pushed herself forward with a burst of Force Speed. With both crimson sabers at the ready, she would close the gap, begin her final assault, and end this once and for all.
It was all in due time that Brutus and his team would catch up to their Empress. With the droid taken care of easily thanks to the mages, the group quickly found the path their lady took. The door's molten edges from a lightsaber cut, still slowly cooling, gave it away. With a motion of his hand, Brutus pushed the team pushed forward through the hole in the doors. On the other side, they found their Empress already engaging another.
Carefully, they began their approach, but through the fray, they heard a woman's snarled command pierce the air.
"Stand down!"
It was more than clear that she was unhappy about their presence. Clenching his teeth to take the command, Brutus issued his next silent order -- not that he needed. Their Empress had already made her demand. They were not to interfere. However, Brutus took charge, creating a half-moon barrier with his men to ensure the alchemist wouldn't escape.
Although Brutus would play along with his Empress's command, for now, he silently vowed to himself that if she found herself in over her head, he would be quick to intervene. It was the first time he was privileged to see this woman's might, and although he didn't wish to underestimate the Empress's abilities, he wouldn't have her overestimate herself, either. His sole role here was to ensure that the Dark Jedi would leave with their Fallen and his Empress today. He was prepared to fulfill that duty, no matter the cost.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2020 13:15:33 GMT -8
Despite the fight he was putting up, Vextal was losing ground, bit by bit. Each moment he cured his master more and more for the creation of such magnitude. Slowly, his armor was failing, the scratches going from superficial to fully breaking through. She was quick and accurate with her strikes, knowing how and when to attack it. But the true ending was when she utilized her natural ability to lure enemies in. At first, he was able to resist and stand his ground. He offered up a few more strikes that were easily avoided or were deflected off her armor all together. As the song continued, however, he began to slow as his mind worked in overtime trying to fight back. His display began to appear as if he was drunk. It wasn't long before she succeeded in her task and had him completely entranced. All that remained to fight back was pathetic instinct that held him at bay, but completely open.
With a sweep of his legs with her tail, followed by the impalement, it was over.
Raptus laid upon the ground, bound by the spell placed upon him as the mages worked upon the beast. Had it not been for the protective aura that kept his attacks at bay, the demon would have fallen without issue, unable to withstand the speed and aggression of his attacks. Inhuman screams could be heard both resonating in the room as well as in the minds of everyone present, the final attempts to fight back as well as to destroy his enemies with a powerful Force Scream. However, despite any success he gained in disrupting them, their spells worked faster, ending his life and leaving him nothing but a husk on the floor. With Raptus's death, all who protected the labs and the master behind it all had been defeated, leaving the Empress to finish it.
It only was able to hold her in place for a few moments, but for Sen, it was more than enough to ensure he could set the table for how the battle was about to unfold. He made the first attack, pinned her down. She was able to make an attack through the skills of Telekinesis, but it didn't matter. His hand dropped as the blades grew close. His skills may not have been heavy in physical combat, but he was more skilled enough to fight should the need arise. A Sith who couldn't fight wasn't much of a Sith at all.
With a quick swirl of his blade, he deflected the two and prepared himself for the Empress who sped at him like a bat out of hell. She was certainly quick, being skilled in the art of combat. But as the woman approached, she would notice the movement of his mouth and, eventually, the faint murmur of the Sith dialect. If she was aware of such things, it would quickly click with her that not only was he a scientist dedicated to alchemy, but a practitioner of Sith Magic, two art forms that went hand in hand. As she reached him, he ducked and spun under her, his hand raising to the back right side of the woman as he unleashed a powerful blast of flames.
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Post by Elniri on Nov 20, 2020 7:01:57 GMT -8
Elniri was taking care of the other. That much was a relief for the warriors of all trades. However, it still left one powerful foe with a dash of uncertainty if they'd have another when this was all over. With Raptus's attacks at the group, their already small numbers were dwindling. Fast. Several of the Praetorian Guard already were scattered about. Some were still breathing, but if they didn't get medical attention fast, they would soon join their other brothers and sisters, who were quickly cut down in the fray.When Raptus made the charge against Ifrit, it would be a boon to the Dark Jedi and the experiment's final mistake. A demon in his own right, the seven-foot figure charged forward to meet Raptus head-on, grasping a clawed hand around the creature's skull. Although Raptus attacked mercilessly, the Spellbinder's protective aura held. True, it was weakening, cracking, which would leave Ifrit defenseless against the experiment's offense, but if he could keep this thing contained for just long enough, he and the other mages could work in tandem.With a bellowing yell, Ifrit sidestepped, forcing Raptus forward with his own momentum. Keeping his talons grasping firm on the creature's exoskeleton, he shoved the experiment into the floor, where Ifrit could bind him with a powerful spell of his own that outrivaled the mages combined. From there, the mages continued their chanting, targeting Raptus' innards until there was nothing left inside him but a boiling soup, unable to support life.Ifrit wouldn't release his hold until he was sure that the twitching of Raptus's body was nothing more than the aftereffects of the spells. When the figurative smoke cleared the area, the remaining soldiers' eyes immediately looked over to find Elniri triumphant over her own foe. However, there was still tension in the air. Their fight not yet be over. She may see them as her next prey, her next meal. However, Ifrit made the first move, releasing his clawed grasp from Raptus' skull, to turn and face the other experiment still alive in this room. Although the teams surrounding him were clearly cautious and on-guard to Elniri's movements, they made no other movements to provoke her than readying their weapons."You are a formidable warrior, Elniri. You deserve better than the fate you were given."The demon's voice boomed through the room as he took a single step towards her, then stopped."We have our own warriors, those who are on their way to deal with your cruel master if they haven't done so already."It was unclear if words would do anything to keep her from launching into his men, but Ifrit still hoped she could find an ally in him and his men. If these words weren't enough, though, the battle against a common enemy they had just shared would hopefully speak even louder. No matter the situation, though, he would pose her that question, to find out once and for all if she was an unexpected ally or another unfortunate foe."So I offer you this question, Elniri. What will you do now?" Surrounded by most of the "Tin-men", Elniri took a while to feast upon her prey, before she would eventually turn towards Horned-Man-Dark-Wings. For the moment the being seemed to forget her previous words, deem itself safe for having proven themselves as a hunter. But hunters can easily become prey. Slithering threatening around on her legs, the smooth, whiping motion of her tail, probably even scaring some of the guards around her as they feared another attack from the ravenous beast in front of them, she mustered the Dark Jedi, curious why he would try to bargain with her. "I have no master", she hissed with slight hatred in her voice, as she realized that the person was once more talking about the one, who tortured her, "I'll crush Sen-torturer, then eat him, then I harvest. I devour your little tin men, feast upon all I slay, make this burrow my domain and consume whatever trespasses. Silly Horned-Man-Dark-Wings, how can you not know?" She was already prepared to eventually attack her presumed foe, even though she enjoyed to toy with him. Although the Maelibus had predatory senses and an instinct for survival, the need for toying with something after such a long while of isolation was greater than her primal desires. For the moment she presumed herself not in danger, as she was certain that she could crack the horned man as easily as the foes before him. That's at least what her pride told her, how she felt like. The adrenaline within her veins was still pumping and her patience was thin. Yet for the moment she restrained her desire to kill something and consume it. Just for a little bit...
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2020 19:27:53 GMT -8
If Mariah had underestimated any of her past foes, she would have died long ago. Sen revealing prowess in battle was hardly a surprise for the Dark Jedi Empress, even if he was an alchemist and leader of this small rag-tag order. His followers and experiments flocked to him for a reason, as most Sith or Darksiders did. A weak leader meant a crumbled cult. Although they were a small group, they managed to flourish. However, as the nature of the Force seemed to work with these kinds of groups, Mariah would work as the larger, fiercer group who was about to snuff them out.
The Empress danced with his attacks, taking them as they came and sneaking in her own counters. The sooner she could take Sen out, the sooner she could go on with her life and move forward with her personal mission. His every mistake would become her opportunity. His first: that ancient Sith dialect. It seemed that alchemy and Sith Magic went hand-in-hand in practice by many. Still, it was a familiar spell, one she was attuned to very well. Within the first few syllables, she recognized the incantation. It was one she had recited many times.
A faint, dark smile snuck onto Mariah's lips as she whispered under her breath her own exotic, arcane words. She attempted to remain quiet in her workings, but if Sen had some supernatural hearing or amplified it in any sense to hear her over his own murmurings, he would recognize a few select words."Daboti... jenja..." The grace and power of Ataru brought Mariah's powerful swing round fully in her follow-through. Even as Sen ducked to avoid the wrath of her blade, the Empress came round to face the full fury of his fire head-on. The crimson of her hair disappeared within the scorching heat of his magic. However, as the fire diminished, Mariah leaped from where her ashes would have been and continued with an aerial assault.
Protect. Shield.
Although the Empress had not yet perfected the spell as the Fallen had -- to perpetually remain as a passive guard and second-skin -- her skill was enough for now.
As Mariah leaped into the air, her twin shotos scooped low to the floor, one poised at Sen's ankles and the other just above his knees. Sweeping from back to front, the two purple blades attempted to at least dismember this Sith Alchemist and Sorcerer so that Mariah could more easily finish the job. If he continued to put up this pathetic fight, though, she was prepared to continue this battle for as long as it took. Stoic and poised, Brutus and his men remained unwavering in that same formation. They watched with cold eyes as the battle unfolded before them. The tension was thick; there were men among them who wished to join the fray and keep their Empress safe. However, they had their commands, and no matter how strong their desires, they would unwaveringly heed those instructions. "Such a boring and lonely life, don't you think? How long do you believe you could last out here alone, Elniri?"Ifrit posed his question, showing strength both physically and verbally. He had no desire to overwhelm this experiment and corner her, thus provoking the attack he sought to avoid. However, it was still evident she viewed them as the very prey she had just swiftly hunted successfully. For now, the demon-esque figure remained calm where he stood and 'looked' down upon her from his towering height. He sought to prove that she could not inflict fear within him."But perhaps this a conversation for another time. You still have unfinished business with this Sen-torturer to deal with before you're truly free, yes? Then go."Ifrit extended a clawed hand, indicating deeper into the laboratory. In truth, they all needed to meet up with the Empress and see how much ground she had managed to gain. The Fallen despised how the woman wished to work alone as she did, rather than accepting the many helping hands offered to her. Hopefully, Brutus and his team had managed to find her by now. He didn't want to lose any more men, and in an ideal world, they could bring back this unexpected ally. If Ifrit managed to convince the red-headed woman to join him, he could surely help Elniri to make that choice as well.Until her business was finished, however, there would be no room for discussion. For now, the Fallen watched and waited, to defend if Elniri attacked or to follow if she rushed to take out the more delectable prey now offered to her. The other experiments had made their choices to stand by this Sen-torturer and attack them, but so long as Elniri didn't make that same mistake, she would keep her life and be given that chance to fight for her freedom.
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Post by Elniri on Dec 1, 2020 10:24:36 GMT -8
"Such a boring and lonely life, don't you think? How long do you believe you could last out here alone, Elniri?"Ifrit posed his question, showing strength both physically and verbally. He had no desire to overwhelm this experiment and corner her, thus provoking the attack he sought to avoid. However, it was still evident she viewed them as the very prey she had just swiftly hunted successfully. For now, the demon-esque figure remained calm where he stood and 'looked' down upon her from his towering height. He sought to prove that she could not inflict fear within him."But perhaps this a conversation for another time. You still have unfinished business with this Sen-torturer to deal with before you're truly free, yes? Then go."Ifrit extended a clawed hand, indicating deeper into the laboratory. In truth, they all needed to meet up with the Empress and see how much ground she had managed to gain. The Fallen despised how the woman wished to work alone as she did, rather than accepting the many helping hands offered to her. Hopefully, Brutus and his team had managed to find her by now. He didn't want to lose any more men, and in an ideal world, they could bring back this unexpected ally. If Ifrit managed to convince the red-headed woman to join him, he could surely help Elniri to make that choice as well.Until her business was finished, however, there would be no room for discussion. For now, the Fallen watched and waited, to defend if Elniri attacked or to follow if she rushed to take out the more delectable prey now offered to her. The other experiments had made their choices to stand by this Sen-torturer and attack them, but so long as Elniri didn't make that same mistake, she would keep her life and be given that chance to fight for her freedom. Elniri was already considering to provoke her prey even further, as Horned-Man-Dark-Wings was indeed seeing himself as too smart to realize that she meant buiseness, when he continiued on to talk about the torturer himself. Talked about how easy it would be to just get her revenge. Revenge. The thought of carving Sen limb by limb for what was done to her, to get her revenge over all these taunting words of his all over the recent months, to subdue the one, who saw her already nearly as his pet, his project, his experiment. The thirst for vengeance was greater than the need to feast mindlessly. The thought to hear his screams... to make him beg for mercy, as he won't recieve any...
There was an unnatural glance in Elniri's eyes as she thought about the Fallen's words. The legionaires stood uncertain around Elniri, unsure if she was preparing for another attack, when suddenly she let out another gluttural scream, that made any non-force user around her shiver their bones. Like a panther, Elniri then jumped onto the side of a wall, dodging a now covering platoon of soldiers, before she landed on a plattform, that would lead her into the direction of where the Fallen had shown her the direction of her actual target. And as she was trying to locate her target, she was smelling the scent. A familiar scent. Now she had his track. For the hunter now knew where to find their prey.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2020 7:52:54 GMT -8
If Mariah had underestimated any of her past foes, she would have died long ago. Sen revealing prowess in battle was hardly a surprise for the Dark Jedi Empress, even if he was an alchemist and leader of this small rag-tag order. His followers and experiments flocked to him for a reason, as most Sith or Darksiders did. A weak leader meant a crumbled cult. Although they were a small group, they managed to flourish. However, as the nature of the Force seemed to work with these kinds of groups, Mariah would work as the larger, fiercer group who was about to snuff them out.
The Empress danced with his attacks, taking them as they came and sneaking in her own counters. The sooner she could take Sen out, the sooner she could go on with her life and move forward with her personal mission. His every mistake would become her opportunity. His first: that ancient Sith dialect. It seemed that alchemy and Sith Magic went hand-in-hand in practice by many. Still, it was a familiar spell, one she was attuned to very well. Within the first few syllables, she recognized the incantation. It was one she had recited many times.
A faint, dark smile snuck onto Mariah's lips as she whispered under her breath her own exotic, arcane words. She attempted to remain quiet in her workings, but if Sen had some supernatural hearing or amplified it in any sense to hear her over his own murmurings, he would recognize a few select words."Daboti... jenja..." The grace and power of Ataru brought Mariah's powerful swing round fully in her follow-through. Even as Sen ducked to avoid the wrath of her blade, the Empress came round to face the full fury of his fire head-on. The crimson of her hair disappeared within the scorching heat of his magic. However, as the fire diminished, Mariah leaped from where her ashes would have been and continued with an aerial assault.
Protect. Shield.
Although the Empress had not yet perfected the spell as the Fallen had -- to perpetually remain as a passive guard and second-skin -- her skill was enough for now.
As Mariah leaped into the air, her twin shotos scooped low to the floor, one poised at Sen's ankles and the other just above his knees. Sweeping from back to front, the two purple blades attempted to at least dismember this Sith Alchemist and Sorcerer so that Mariah could more easily finish the job. If he continued to put up this pathetic fight, though, she was prepared to continue this battle for as long as it took. It was unsurprising to Sen when the crimson-haired woman emerged untouched by his flames. He was a scientist, after all. His mind was analytical in nature just as it was with a tactician. Since their arrival and announcement of the presence, Sen had watched the transpiring battle unfold through the holo cameras, including her own display of Sith Sorcery. He watched all his men fall one after the other. It was a disappointment, to be sure aside from the reality of the success that was Elniri. The only problem was the fact he still didn't possess control of her and this demon of the Dark Jedi was attempting to sway her.
Never the less, he didn't allow himself to falter to rage at his plans being so derailed. Sensing the attack, the Alchemist flipped over the shotos before pressing inward to continue his attack. He could tell by her movements she was a warrior, one that was capable of using Magic. As such, spells of protection were expected for even the most adept practitioner. And just like her, he was capable of flowing between the two arts, his strength in magic but capable of physical combat.
But he couldn't allow himself to waste time with more observation. There were others nearby and more to come. He had to bring this fight to an end quickly, if not use her as a hostage. The tactic would either work and he could manipulate all of them or she would die, an outcome that was less favorable, but still a boon. But he would have to ensure the proper spell was cast with full preparation. A master of the art, he would need just a bit of time to properly set things in place, but the Empress had no intention of giving him that time. But he had a plan, though it would take a fair bit of strength to exercise it in such a quick manner.
Jumping back away from her attack as far as he could manage, incantations began to flow at a rapid pace as he channeled his energy. A layering of spells that would be weaker than normal but hopefully enough to snare the woman and slow her down. First came Fiery Energy. Blue flames emerged from his hands as he unleashed a small burst of flames once more before swing it like a wipe to grip her legs and pull her to the ground. As he did, he was already speaking again, the blue flames eventually fading as the area around him began to grow dark and rush forward in waves of darkness. All of these were weaker than full-powered forms, but he hoped it was enough as he began to speak much louder than normal, the surge of power coming from him suddenly becoming like a beacon. He had to trap her here and this technique would ensure it.
Finally his eyes seemed to glow in the darkness as he declared a final word. "Odojinya!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2021 14:51:36 GMT -8
Elniri scattered across the floor, the sound of her claws tearing through metal rippling through the air. Ifrit took a beat to 'watch' her before noticing the rest of his men's eyes on him. They were waiting for the next command. It was an obvious one, although the outcome was still muddled. Without a word, Ifrit's imposing frame darted off in the same direction as Elniri. With a battle cry, the two teams sprinted behind the Fallen. Hopefully, that room would be big enough for them all in more ways than one. Elniri was still not as firm an ally as Ifrit had hoped. Perhaps killing the real target of her anguish would finally put her bloodlust to rest.
Of course, the leader of this group would be the challenge of Mariah's week. She knew as much walking into this fight, but still, an alchemist was an alchemist. If he had spent most of his life in these sorts of studies, he would fall eventually. She just needed to push a little harder to connect that one attack. It would all be over then. Sen was nimble, though, and his ability to fall back on his sorcery was impressive, although expected.
Flames, however, did not cause Mariah to waver. With the aid of Force Speed, the crimson-haired woman rushed to close the gap between the two. The blue flames latched onto her quickly, forcing her momentum to suddenly drop. Where she expected to be incapacitated by its fiery tendrils, however, only her right leg suffered. Mariah tugged, forcing her limb to move at her pace but to no avail. Although a master of aerial arts and speed, the warrior-woman still was subject to gravity and all its complexities. Feigning 'tripping' by the blue flame's grasp, Mariah rolled, a floating purple blade sweeping down to cut the cord that tied her to Sen. She tucked a shoulder, and with an agile and graceful roll, Mariah propelled herself back to her feet. She had only lost a second and most of her momentum, but they were both precious to her if it meant ending this swiftly.
Crimson eyes pierced into her opponent as Mariah pushed herself forward, yet was only met with another weakened spell. Ripples appeared in the air around her as what sounded like a hundred First Order fleets roared into the atmosphere from that very room. Still, fighting through such sensations was among the first of her lessons when she could first start training as a Blade of Shadows. She soon learned, though, that the spell's purpose wasn't to create such a simple darkness thunderous noises. Hopelessness and confusion trailed in the darkness's wake. Although the Empress prided herself as a fierce, enigmatic warrior, her life was like any other warrior. Despair was a feeling she was much too familiar with. Where others may have given in to such feelings, Mariah had long ago murdered her demons to fight another day. Those memories of loss and loneliness only fueled her now, with the spell's weakened state.
With a growling battle yell, Mariah pushed herself into those waves of darkness, allowing them to wash out everything else in this room. Brutus and his men were no longer here. It was only her and Sen. Only one of them was walking out of this fight alive. However, instead of rushing to meet him, the Empress would make this pathetic sorcerer come to her. As the sound of her harsh cry echoed into nothingness, Mariah reached out a hand and wrapped the Force around Sen before he could utter that final word, his ultimate spell. Cutting the air from his throat so that he was left choking on his words, the Empress ripped him from his place. She would send him careening past her, though, and instead meet another fate: twin purple blades. They had doubled back behind her, poised like fangs in a snake's maw and ready to strike. If that wasn't enough to stop him, she still had her two crimson blades in either hand, ready to stab him in the back. He had issued one of his own to become one of the Dark Jedi and infiltrate them. It was only a fitting death.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2021 15:36:29 GMT -8
One by one, he unleashed the spells upon the warrior. Despite gaining the distance and speaking the ancient tongue, she proved to have either no fear of the impending magic or was desperate to silence him before they could be used. She wasn't one to waste a moment, her speed amplified by the Force. Yet, Sen had spent his life learning these arts. The sudden jump away and the skill in which he could speak the words in rapid succession proved faster.
First came the blue flaming tendril. With her running towards him, it was definitely a more difficult task to grab her. But the attack met with success as it latched on to her right foot., It brought a smirk to Sen's face, albeit, a temporary one. Instincts had served the woman well as a purple blade cut through it, severing the spell. It was unknown as to whether it was pure instinct based on the style of attack or if the woman knew the spell, but it didn't matter for when it was cut, pain surged through Sen, causing him to pause his chanting in reflex.
This allowed Mariah time to move again and close the distance as the chant resumed and the next spell washed past him. This time, his spell seemed to have the effect he desired as she was brought to a stop so soon after moving again. Yet, he didn't realize the mental fortitude and resolve she possessed. Much like a Sith or any Dark-sider, she used the weaker sensations created by the spell as a source of power to push through that final step.
But he was almost done. A few seconds more and the final word of the last spell would be uttered and she would be trapped without question. None had the power to break this spell as it drained the victim of their power and physical energy. It was a guaranteed win. At least, he had thought as much. The fuel gained from his former attack had allowed her to build her strength quickly. That much he knew, but he was so focused upon completing the spell he didn't interpret her next moves right, feeling she just hadn't attempted to rush towards him again. Now, this woman knew something was coming and wasn't about to waste another second coming to him. She had used the extra power and chosen the right ability to stop him.
The strong and sudden grip on his throat and body stopped his chanting and focusing power immediately as it took all he had to not succumb to the fading vision. But being lift and squeezed wasn't all she did. Only an instant after choking him, he was sent flying to her, yet for what he could see, it wasn't actually straight towards her, but the glowing purple beams that rested behind her. He had no control, no ability to fight back. And as he passed the flurry of crimson stands, the purple blades pierced his shoulders as the pull was released and he was sent to the ground, rolling and skidding across the ground a few feet before finally stopping. The movement of his arms while rolling had caused the blades to bounce of his back, burning his clothes and skin, even having a few deeper slashes.
But after spitting some blood from his mouth onto the ground, he forced himself to his feet once more. Where the blades went had damaged his nerves that went to his arms, rendering them much more useless than he would like. But he could still move them, though slowly. He wasn't done, the defiance to losing raging within his yes. He wouldn't waste the last of his strength removing the blades. He'd use the pain they brought to boost what power he had into a final attack to bring this woman to her knees. A smirk came across his face as sparks of red lightning began to spark from his fingers and arms. He would generate a streaming blast of lightning so potent that it could disintegrate her in an instant.
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