Igni Irae
Gear: Equipment: Armour, Hold-out Bolter, Boltgun, Grenades, Sidearm, Sabre, Ion Paddle Beamer, Cryo-Ban Gun.
Darth Maleva
The dead had been put to rest.
Lightning crackled, illuminating the smoky sky. The Sith's shriek, like a banshee's wail, pierced the air. The darkness was so strong it was palpable. And lightning botls rained down from the sky. The aura of darkness made Elpsis feel sluggish and a bit dizzy. Her limbs felt heavy like lead. Still she persevered. She drew the Force into herself, raising her lightsabre to shield herself from the onslaught. And then there was pain. A portion of the lightning was absorbed by her, being channelled into her lightsabre. Smoke coiled from her cybernetic arm as the enchantment pulled the electricity into it to negate it. But there was only so much she could assimilate.
She cried out in pain. And she felt pain, fear and anger from her team. Still fighting Sith goons and some zombies, they found themselves under attack from the storm. She could dimly hear Lin rallying them while Hazania, Nyssa and even wounded Diona tried to raise a shield. These were her people. She needed to defend them.
Pull back, get distance. Lightning scorched her face, and she dropped down to one knee, her wounded leg howling in pain. She raised her robotic hand to catch a bolt of lightning in her palm. Then there was a sudden, blinding pain in her chest. It felt like everything around her was spinning. She could not concentrate enough to see through the Force. Her body felt weak, and limp. The cracks etched into her face burnt, like lava threatening to expand outward.
Then the shock to her heart passed. She breathed in deeply. Lightning bolts continued to flash across the sky. Ahead of her, she perceived the Sith, crimson blade in hand. Ironically, she did not see the beckoning eyebrow due to being blind. Inferno held in a bruised hand, Elpsis took a step towards her, limping. The Force writhed inside Elpsis, sucking in the dark power that was trying to strike her. Building up for something. Clearly a large fireball of fury and vengeance.
Except not. Robotic fingers drew her hardsound gun and she fired. Once, twice, three times. Concentrated sound waves could not be blocked by a lightsabre, but were great at breaking bones, rupturing organs and causing disorientation. And a single super-heated, super-accelerated piece of shrapnel soared towards the Sith's skull - from behind her.
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