At the Edge of the Knife

[Kiso]

[SIZE=10.5pt]A hit, but a graze when comparing the force of the hit, but there was definitely something there, whoever they were tough, they were fast, the blade getting lodged in the tree at the end of the swing, the vibrating qualities only taking it so far before friction halted the attack. Kiso's eyes scanned the foliage at the tree fell over, looking for any sighs of movement, though whatever cloaking device they had worked well, anything from broken twigs, falling leaves, or foot prints could give away enough information to signal an attack.[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]For now though it seemed the attacker had vanished into the shrubbery, heat signature hidden, sonar not being much good as the sound waves you reflect of the bushes, she would have to wait for the assassin to make another attack. Kiso poised herself for another swipe at her, or the other troopers, though this time they knew who they were dealing with... well sort of. [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=10.5pt]Soon though the ground started to shift under her feet, causing imbalance, [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]​[unnatural geographical disturbance, initiating countermeasures], [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]her body started to regulate the change and shift in soil, allowing her to concentrate on the task at hand. This movement was not mechanical no something had to be doing it, someone near and with line of sight. one finger and thumb facing down, point to eyes own eyes, hand wave, (One tango, has visual on me, sweep field), at her order the troopers began to open fire into the immediate foliage and bush around Kiso, their slugs ripping though all but the thickest trees.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.5pt]'Where are you assassin... what are you'?[/SIZE]

[member="Darth Filiae"]

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Darth Caecus"] | [member="Darth Filiae"] | [member="Kyle Raymus"] | [member="Kiso"]

Only a fool used a singular tool, when the adversity was underlined with diversity.

The alleyway was tight and didn't lend itself well to steep maneuvers and hovering, but that was okay. Luca wasn't planning on rushing in like a fool or even let the trooper get close to him for that matter. The moment he showed up, the scattergun reared up and the soldier began squeezing the trigger. The buck of the gun caused him to slide backward, but this was the right move.

Swords with this alley wouldn't be good, he didn't want to get close and with such a cramped environment Kyle could either go up or back and better believe that Luca would be tracking his move.

Until he was done.

And dead.

Make them bleed.

 

[Nan'eth'illa]

[member="Kiso"]

Darth Filiae did not remain in place for long. Already following her swipe, she started moving. Her body crouched as she darted between the logs and underbush. She felt the slugs whirring overhead, pattering through the leaves and embedding themselves deep into the trees or bursting through them. She really disliked slug-throwers. A slug clipped the side of her cybernetic arm, leaving a dent and scrape, and sending a momentary ringing sound. Another clipped the side of her leg, rattling her for a moment as she slipped behind a thick tree trunk.

She had to do something about the troopers.

She let go of her stealth for the sake of conserving energy while she focused on another incarnation of the Force. She packed her hands together and focused on a shell surrounding her body. It would not hold indefinitely, but it would perhaps be enough to shield her for long enough to get close.

Unclipping the lightsabre hilt from her side, she darted at the troopers while focusing on maintaining the protective barrier. She did not run straight at them, but feinted left and right, ducking and weaving with unnatural speed. When she came within a few meters, the shield quickly transitioned into a wave. It would not be enough to kill, but it would certainly incapacitate even a heavy set trooper. The hilt in her hand activated with a snap-hiss with a blade of bright yellow.

The Chiss made no dramatic pause nor remained in place. She had to move constantly, especially now. She made swift advance to cut down the gunners before they could entirely recover as a group.

 

[Darth Caecus]

Make them bleed.

It was an itch that skittered along the inside of her skull. A compulsion that drove her to swing those knives again and again and again. She could feel the exhaustion in her muscles, the barest tremor that presaged protest and she channeled the Force through herself- strengthening, silencing the slowly growing whine. It was not a permanent solution- each time she did it, the end cost would be higher, more intense. But she couldn't help it. The Order was a nearly physical presence in her mind. A Mobius strip, ever turning over on itself, never ending. It ate its tail, ouroboros staring and twisting as snakes are wont to do.

Eventually though, no matter how strong the snake was, it would consume faster than it could grow.

And then what?

When she no longer had the strength to push forward, to cut, to bleed them, what then? Would the itch turn to pain? Would it drive her along the ground, crawling, fingernails torn and bloody as she pulled herself forward, each centimeter toward the singular goal of the Order? Would the pain turn to burning, consuming, vengeful and unsatisfied by her inability to find completion in an impossible goal?

Would she burn?

Nothing more than ashes, she could make them bleed on the edges of heat shattered bone.

That is what drove her.

There was a certain awareness that Luca was engaged in a foe that would not simply lie down and die like so many of the others had. But it barely tugged at her perception. Allowing Luca to come, to follow her had only been possible because she had known he could handle himself. That he would not slow her down. And so while Luca fought at a standstill, Kith moved.

The Force wrapped around her, she was barely more than a shadow, flickering into and out of existence.

And with each flicker, she cut. Sometimes left alive. Sometimes dead. But always bleeding, always moving on.

Because standing still was not possible.

Make them bleed.

[member="Luca Thorne"] [member="Darth Filiae"] [member="Kiso"] [member="Kyle Raymus"]

 

[Kiso]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LUoQpq2POFg&t=335s​

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Gun fire echoed through the forest at the marines swept the surrounding area, it would only be a matter of time until they hit their target, but how would they react, would the assassin flee, stay hidden or become aggressive? One could not be sure, but Kiso remained ready for just about anything, come it sword blaster or sabre, though sabre was probably the hardest to defend against. Suddenly her scanner registered an unknown individual charging head long at her men, her cybernetics where quick to identify her as an enemy, labeling more information as she darted to a through between the incoming slugs

[species, Chiss/cyborg amalgamation, weapons currently in use, lightsabre], 'lightsabre... SITH', A vibro sword would not do much against a sabre, Kiso would need to get well within arms reach to properly fight this assassin. As the woman came closer to her men Kiso sheath her saber, ready to attack the woman but had to brace when a force wave was sent out, pushing all but the Wolf Guard and her into into surrounding trees and other. As the woman started her advance Kiso gave anther order, closed fist arm perpendicular to the ground, index and pinky finger out, hand facing up, index and middle finger out (troops hold, wolf guard attack).

She did not need to give many more orders the Wolf Guard would fight with their own formations and orders, but for now she would attempt to put down the assassin before they could cause anymore harm. Kiso charged forward intent to get into hand to hand combat with the other cyborg, a lightsabre was only good if you could swing it properly, in her mind anyways.

[member="Darth Filiae"]