Location: In the agri-fields, a dozen miles or so out of the capital city, hoping to make it towards the hospital soon!
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives| Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Allies: Confederacy of Independent Systems, Allies, Friends
Enemies:MCU-Mandalorians and their buddies
"You can keep the skies cle-" she was trying to respond to Marek Starchaser with a grin. It was a battle zone. They were severely outnumbered from all directions. Bullets had been flying in the air to all directions. Their odds of getting alive were so low that they were so high and through the roof! It was more than enough to make the Sithling want to laugh with freedom and joy and dance in the rain. However, a giant shadow made sure they would not be – the SSD that was overhead, casting a shadow that might or might have been gigantic enough to cover all the dozen miles between the capital city and their little space.
Scherezade gulped. She had not been the one on Eshan, but her body had. Her muscles remembered. Her memories, they were granted a copy by her sister Madalena, who had been there during that day, when a giant ship decided to split and fall down in pieces on those who'd been fighting on the ground. Her body tensed though, despite her holdings hands out. Her muscles wanted to scream and run away as quickly as they could carry her, as far away from the shadow as possible [Voph 's SSD, post 114].
Hands touched. Scherezade only blinked, and she could already feel the differences. The tension in her body changed, switching from panic at the sight of the SSD's shadow, to the tension one had before proper combat. She looked to her Battle Melt companions, unsure of which of them it was that had granted her this boon, but thankful nonetheless.
She inhaled deeply, noting now the scent of the upcoming cloaked Mando soldiers [the Deathtroopers of Krieg sent by Vhei Wasp Naudir]. Or maybe they weren't Mando soldiers but just employed by Mandalorians. Who knew? Who cared? Another group that had made the fatal mistake of coming too close. A group that had made the mistake to come within eavesdropping distance, which put them in direct radius of the Blood Hound's abilities. Her battle mates, Marek Starchaser and Vytal Noctura, thanks to the Battle Meld, would know that they were there before they de-cloaked, even if they could not directly scent the blood.
Vytal Noctura was already working, her palm against the ground as the earth around them began to move. Scherezade looked at the soldiers as the Dathomiri's abilities began to take effect, the ground around them beginning to shake and quake, and fall violently beyond the small radius that surrounded the three Confederates. Scherezade's eyes flew immediately to the Deathtroopers that were closest to them. She could scent and count a dozen of them. Immediately, her Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets were out. She wasted no time; aided by the Force to enhance her speed, she sent two bullets at each of them, aiming one for the chest and one for the groin. Unless they had a magical way to move faster than bullets or something that protected them from her bullets' acid, any hit ought to cause armor melt, and potentially beyond that to skin and muscle and bone.
But there was no time to focus solely on them. The ones who had shown up earlier, yet had remained further away [the Chulan sent by Adenn Kyramud], were still there. The ground was quaking with them as well, but Scherezade did not wait to see if any would fall. She had to take the chance now; rising over the earthly barrier that was now positively crumbling into dust, she latched to each of them that she could hold on with the Force.
Scherezade was a Blood Hound. The blood, especially those of warm blooded creatures, called out to her. There were terrifying things that she could do if shegot her hands on a single drop, but she didn't want a single or even a dozen drops now. There was something much more important that she wanted. Trusting her battle mates cover her in case of need, as the three of them were now connected thanks to the Battle Meditation, the Blood Hound launched the Force forward, calling to the blood inside the Chulan's veins. Unless they had a way to block the Force or put distance between them and her, or find another way to stop what she was doing, they would find bloody welts beginning to form upon their skin before the blood shot out, emptying the insides of their body but leaving the deepest of bruises through which the blood would literally spray out. It was a shame though that at best, Scherezade could only do that to the two dozen of them that she was scenting, the remaining six, unless they came closer, staying outside of her notice.
Maybe… Maybe, if they got lucky, they would get out of there in one piece.
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