GODFLOW
Y O U N G _ C O N Q U E R O R
NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
LEGATE ACTUAL
KNIGHT OF THE EMPIRE
Armour | Lightsaber
Proximity: Kascalion Giedfield , Paz Koon
The resplendent beam of argent fury flew up with a hate that even the Sith would find hard to rival. Seeing him scramble quick to avoid harm, Kainan pressed further with his attack, and he saw the edge of the blade, just an inch or two cut across the skeletal figures thigh. Not enough to cripple, but enough to mark. And if the supposed God could be marked, then the God could be slain. And the Youthful Knight pressed onwards, before the arc of his lightsabre came too far and continued the slash across the torso of the Dark Lord.
To protect himself, the Sith had snatched a corpse from the earth, and it flew into the place the Sith had been occupying. And Kainan lurched out of the way of the swinging limbs, to avoid needless harm by the still armoured corpse, and to avoid deactivation of his saber. His own blade deactivating just before it made contact of the headless corpse, allowing it to fly by harmlessly as he sneered at the retreating Sith.
Via summoning by the Force, the Sith had found himself a new saber. Imperial make, from one of the early Knights that had gotten to the Temple before his own crash landing. His brethren, but... He couldn't find himself to feel anything. The sabers were tools, as were the Knigths that had wielded them. And his friendship with the Knights was limited. Who cared for Kainan? Only himself. The only bond that they shared together was that of duty and servitude to the Empire.
Apart from it... They were as different as the Sith that they had been killing for years.
And then the Sith's own hilt sparked back to life. Discarded earlier in the fight when it had been rendered useless, Kainan had known there was a temporary window. And now that the 'trick' of the cortosis-weave armour had been played once, the Force Deity would undoubtedly fight in a way to avoid being exploited again. His window... Gone. From side to side his head shook, long hair shaking across his face as both his hands found his hilt again. The blade emitter pointed out towards the Sith as he cast a glance to the Kel Dor, and then back to Kascalion Giedfield .
Two sabers. Two opponents.
It felt as if the ground below them rumbled as the Sith landed after his leap. And Kainan shot a glance up at the Sith, his right hand shooting forth as remembrance of his purpose for being there resurfaced. The Crucifixion Engine. Through the Force he reached for, not the Devil himself, but the ground he stood upon. His will extended, reaching below the roof and to the room below it. His hand yanked up, the telekinetic power ripping upwards in an attempt to explode around the Sith before he thrust himself forwards at the suspected falling Sith. Into the Temple, the Youthful Knight still sought to complete the mission, and if he could surprise the Sith... Innovation tended to be their downfall, for like the Jedi, they were bound by traditions that were older than all of them.
I make advantages from nothing, Kainan reminded himself. His lightsabre pointing ahead of him as he jabbed his left arm to to stab at the Sith.
Allies | NIO | NJO | Nearby | Rurik Fel | Enlil | Viera | Viers Connory | Kaska Arden
Enemies | TSE | Kascalion Giedfield | Nearby | Alina Tremiru | Darth Strosius |