The Countess of Kytrand
The Congregation, black-eyed and muscle-swollen from the infusion of Dark Side into her body withstood being brutally kicked into the edge of the rooftop barrier, firing bursts of purple lightning as she was flung back. She rebounded instantly, skin rippling disgustingly. This was what it was like to fight an Arianna who had no morals no restraint. The things she would do if she got the actual Arianna's face were obvious.
Vivian's body wasn't healing anywhere near its normal speed, and she had lost a lot of her glowing green blood by the time Draco tackled the Congregation from the side pounding the Force Spawn's ribs even as she tried to close her jaws around The Congregation's throat. But with brute psychotic strength, The Congregation clamped both hands down on Draco's throat even as her own ribs shattered from Draco's, and she had more than enough strength in her Force-Enraged state to choke the life from her attacker.
"I think I'll wear your face when I kill her..." The Congregation cackled as she began to brutally strangle Draco, her own face starting to peel away from her skull, sprouting tiny little tentacles that tried to reach Draco's.
It was the beginnings of a conversion attempt. The Congregation was going to try and biologically reprogram Draco into being a copy of The Congregation...
A fist infused with green lightning slammed into the Congregation's jaw, flinging The Congregation back from Draco before the process could begin, as the Congregation's face needed to be able to latch onto Draco's face to start it.
A Heavily wounded Vivian charged again, punching The Congregation as she rose brutally and repeatedly, desperate to prevent the fight from devolving into X-24's attack on that farm in Logan, the Congregation's partly detached face starting to necrotize from repeated impacts from fists infused with Electric Judgement.
She caught the next bunch and spun kicked Vivian backwards violently, dislocating Vivian's jaw. But Vivian was no ordinary old woman, and even as she was knocked for a loop, her jaw now sagging and stretching her face down as it hung loosely in her head, summoned a dagger of pure Force Light and flung them at her opponent, only for the Congregation to detonate the flung spikes of light mid air with bursts of lightning from her fingertips. Vivian charged, summoning more light daggers as her green blood spilled into the snow on the rooftop, flinging them as The Congregation summoned blades of pure Force Lightning and sprinted at Vivian herself, the two slamming their energy blades into each other repeatedly and brutally as they fought at superhuman speeds.
Vivian gave a scream of agony as lost an arm and a leg, severed at the joints. The Congregation smirked and raised her blades...
Vivian opened her mouth and a massive ray of white light flooded out of it, making the Congregation scream as she caught fire. The expenditure of energy caused Vivian to rapidly age, even as she continued flinging daggers of light into the now-screaming Congregation's burning body.
Vivian was a completely wrinkled old woman by the time the Congregation fell to her knees.
"Draco...you...you have to...kill it with this..." Vivian croaked out, tossing Draco her last conjured dagger of light, almost mummifying herself as she created it. Vivian had zero energy left. This was a Force Spawn when they were completely and utterly drained and had no more energy save to keep breathing and moving. Even if the data was still intact, there was no guarantee Vivian herself had the strength to re-merge.
She was dying.
Vivian watched as her own fingers, slowly but surely started to crumble into dust at the tips. As the Congregation thrashed and burned, discharging heavy bursts of red lightning everywhere in desperation, Vivian began to crawl to the pile of writhing flesh that was Arianna's data in desperation, hoping Draco could finish the job, because Vivian had literally nothing left to fight with.
Even as she crawled, more of her turned to dust. She fought to keep it intact, at least long enough to reach the data, to keep her soul churning in rapidly burning up cells as more of her crumbled away in the snow. If she turned completely to dust, her soul would be pulled into the Netherworld of The Force, where she risked being dissolved back into it. Even if she wasn't, there was no guarantee she would ever be able to escape again once she was there. Once a Force Spawn was genuinely dead, it was extremely rare for them to be able to come back completely on their own. The Paranoia came from them leaving parts of themselves behind that could be used to make a new body.
Vivian's lower half broke off and crumbled into dust as she dragged herself with her remaining, now rapidly crumbling arm, barely managing to reach it and slamming her crumbling arm into the flesh pile, too weak to know how things were playing out with
Draco Miles
as the blob of data began to spread over her mummified body...
Vivian's body wasn't healing anywhere near its normal speed, and she had lost a lot of her glowing green blood by the time Draco tackled the Congregation from the side pounding the Force Spawn's ribs even as she tried to close her jaws around The Congregation's throat. But with brute psychotic strength, The Congregation clamped both hands down on Draco's throat even as her own ribs shattered from Draco's, and she had more than enough strength in her Force-Enraged state to choke the life from her attacker.
"I think I'll wear your face when I kill her..." The Congregation cackled as she began to brutally strangle Draco, her own face starting to peel away from her skull, sprouting tiny little tentacles that tried to reach Draco's.
It was the beginnings of a conversion attempt. The Congregation was going to try and biologically reprogram Draco into being a copy of The Congregation...
A fist infused with green lightning slammed into the Congregation's jaw, flinging The Congregation back from Draco before the process could begin, as the Congregation's face needed to be able to latch onto Draco's face to start it.
A Heavily wounded Vivian charged again, punching The Congregation as she rose brutally and repeatedly, desperate to prevent the fight from devolving into X-24's attack on that farm in Logan, the Congregation's partly detached face starting to necrotize from repeated impacts from fists infused with Electric Judgement.
She caught the next bunch and spun kicked Vivian backwards violently, dislocating Vivian's jaw. But Vivian was no ordinary old woman, and even as she was knocked for a loop, her jaw now sagging and stretching her face down as it hung loosely in her head, summoned a dagger of pure Force Light and flung them at her opponent, only for the Congregation to detonate the flung spikes of light mid air with bursts of lightning from her fingertips. Vivian charged, summoning more light daggers as her green blood spilled into the snow on the rooftop, flinging them as The Congregation summoned blades of pure Force Lightning and sprinted at Vivian herself, the two slamming their energy blades into each other repeatedly and brutally as they fought at superhuman speeds.
Vivian gave a scream of agony as lost an arm and a leg, severed at the joints. The Congregation smirked and raised her blades...
Vivian opened her mouth and a massive ray of white light flooded out of it, making the Congregation scream as she caught fire. The expenditure of energy caused Vivian to rapidly age, even as she continued flinging daggers of light into the now-screaming Congregation's burning body.
Vivian was a completely wrinkled old woman by the time the Congregation fell to her knees.
"Draco...you...you have to...kill it with this..." Vivian croaked out, tossing Draco her last conjured dagger of light, almost mummifying herself as she created it. Vivian had zero energy left. This was a Force Spawn when they were completely and utterly drained and had no more energy save to keep breathing and moving. Even if the data was still intact, there was no guarantee Vivian herself had the strength to re-merge.
She was dying.
Vivian watched as her own fingers, slowly but surely started to crumble into dust at the tips. As the Congregation thrashed and burned, discharging heavy bursts of red lightning everywhere in desperation, Vivian began to crawl to the pile of writhing flesh that was Arianna's data in desperation, hoping Draco could finish the job, because Vivian had literally nothing left to fight with.
Even as she crawled, more of her turned to dust. She fought to keep it intact, at least long enough to reach the data, to keep her soul churning in rapidly burning up cells as more of her crumbled away in the snow. If she turned completely to dust, her soul would be pulled into the Netherworld of The Force, where she risked being dissolved back into it. Even if she wasn't, there was no guarantee she would ever be able to escape again once she was there. Once a Force Spawn was genuinely dead, it was extremely rare for them to be able to come back completely on their own. The Paranoia came from them leaving parts of themselves behind that could be used to make a new body.
Vivian's lower half broke off and crumbled into dust as she dragged herself with her remaining, now rapidly crumbling arm, barely managing to reach it and slamming her crumbling arm into the flesh pile, too weak to know how things were playing out with
Draco Miles
as the blob of data began to spread over her mummified body...
