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[Ohois Qhut'eol]

Kinoan Kornon Henna Ashina

The powerful force lightning surged forth from the raving tendril beneath the black cloak towards Kornon , although it was momentarily slowed by the golden circle projection from Henna Ashina .

The electric energy of the dark side clashed with the defensive, yet resilient barrier of the Jedi Knight, creating a dazzling display of light and dark intertwining in a fierce battle of wills.

The energy surged and fizzled, engaging in a captivating dance with the barrier, until ultimately succumbing as the barrier disintegrated into perilous fragments.

The Krevaaki warrior was taken aback by the unexpected burst of power emanating from Henna Ashina 's weapon, revealing her exceptional skill with the lightsaber.

Initially, he was deceived by the seemingly simple strike, instinctively lowering his own saber to block the attack, only to quickly comprehend that the strike was a clever distraction meant to mislead him.

As he tried to adjust his defenses, he found himself struggling to keep up with Ashina's agile movements and strategic maneuvers, her prowess with the lightsaber shining through in every fluid motion.

He afforded himself barely a second to correct the error, connecting blow after blow although sloppy, knowing that Form III was vulnerable to such kind of brute force.

Grosnias was on the verge of launching a counteroffensive with his lightsaber, when Kornon 's hunting knife swiftly sliced through one of the tendrils that had coiled around the hilt of the blade. This unexpected action caused Grosnias to lose his grip, forcing him to revert back to a single-handed grip which was not well suited for defense.

"Enthrak!" The Krevaaki said, sneaking another tendril out from underneath the cloak to conjure Force Push to force Henna Ashina back.

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[Kyric]

Rain continued to fall like bullets from the sky. The individual droplets thudded against Kyric's jacket and helped soothe the lesser pains of the blaster burns from the jet trooper's rifle. The further he got from the square the less chaotic things became, but that proved a double-edged sword to the young shadow. Less live combat meant fewer active combatants. But there were eyes and ears everywhere in Kaas City. The 'citizens' who hadn't evacuated peered out from their windows, seeking an explanation for the ongoing struggles several blocks away.

Kyric knew he could only dodge so many prying eyes for so long. It wasn't a matter of skill or a lack thereof, but simple chance. Pack animals survived best by working together. And the kiffar lacked such choices, so he decided to risk it all on speed. He drew the force to himself, entwining every fiber of his being with its power. The sensation made him feel lighter. When he leaped up, he soared nearly ten feet from the ground. When he broke into a run, the drops blurred past him, blending in with biosynthetic steel and ashen permacrete.

Within moments, Kyric found himself sprinting down one of the long bridges that led to the Dark Citadel. He bounced onto the bridge's edge and kicked off across the thirty-odd-foot gap separating the Citadel from the paths. His fingers closed around the small lip of a window, only for his right hand to slide off the water-logged surface.

"I cannot wait to leave this crap shoot," Kyric mumbled. He found his grip again and slowly began to scale up the Citadel, ledge by ledge, under the cover of heavy rainfall.

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Short post, sorry. I am sick. Most of my story is likely to be solo posting until early July, when my other writing partner returns, so I'm open if anyone wants to bite.

 

[Xeykard]

Shinzou Ashina
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Ashina's recovery forced Xeykard into a quick swing intent on cutting the man out of the air, but the strange shape of his hat and fluttering robes caused him to miscalculate. His saber cut only straw.

While the Jedi landed Xeykard withdrew two paces, but his companion went in for the kill -- only to be cut down instead, making a similar miscalculation as the assassin's daggers found purchase only in the fabric of Ashina's flowing robe. Few wore the traditional garb of the Jedi in the modern era; Ashina's flee-flowing garments allowed him freedom of movement, and made those movements difficult to track perfectly.

Xeykard slammed his foot down, shattering the street where they fought to disrupt Ashina's movements, even for a moment. They clashed again, now on uneven ground, but neither found themselves at a full disadvantage, each matching the other's footwork. The Grand Inquisitor shifted again, heavy strikes now mixed with brutal kicks, punches, and slashes whenever he could lock Ashina, even for a moment.

 

[QK-2510]

Location: Capital District, New Kaas City - Dromund Kaas
Dialogue Legend: <<Ghoul-Speak>> │ “Galactic Basic”
Tag: Kyric

QK-2510 clenched her teeth beneath the stygian mask of her gammaplast helmet. Her features formed tight, strained lines as she watched the Jedi throw himself to the ground, before rolling deftly out of the way to avoid her shots. A sharp, frustrated exhale came in response, but even with the pain, the jet trooper was unwilling to allow her quarry an easy escape. Thus, with a quick mental command, the strand-cast willed her jetpack to life

However, rather than the familiar, comforting vibrations and hum of her jetpack’s ion engines QK-2510 might have otherwise received in response, all that the machine could give her were a few disappointing sparks.

Suddenly, her perception fell into a haze as her pain turned blinding. In response, her armor’s automated medical suite administered Numbspray via tiny applicators integrated into the suit, but such an effort was ultimately futile. Nevertheless, QK-2510 managed one final effort. With a frantic prayer on her lips, the strand-cast leveled her pulse pistol towards the back of the now-fleeing Jedi and squeezed the trigger.

And just as the searing hot fusion plasma bolt departed the barrel, a massive chunk of duracrete appeared only a few feet in front of her, intercepting the discharged bolt before it might have struck the Jedi.

In much the same fashion, QK-2510 never managed to finish her prayer as unconsciousness claimed her, swallowing her awareness just as the falling chunks of the overhead bridge did the same to her body.

Final.​