Underworld Witch
Out of the corner of her eye, Maiev saw Hwo attempt to reach out through the Force. A word of warning was on her lips, but it was already too late as the Cthon leaped up and towards them to attack.
Maiev took a step back, hands outstretched as she chanted a few words. Green magical ichor forming, crackling between her fingers. But it seemed Hwo had it handled, smoothly stepping into a stance as the creature leaped into the air.
A single swing of his lightsaber sent the Cthon’s head rolling away from its body. Maiev let out a sigh, letting her spell extinguish in her hands. She caught the Jedi’s look, and knew he was disappointed he had to take a life. But the witch knew there was no other way, the Cthon was too far gone to meet any other fate.
“Well if I know my history well enough, they’re descended from humans that lived during Coruscant's infancy.” Maiev knelt down near the body, examining it. “A…Cthon, I think?”
The sounds of more screeching and snarls brought the witch out of her musings. She spared a look towards Hwo, who seemed to share the same thought; their presence was now known.
However, before the pair could venture too further, a blood-curdling screech echoed from the depths. A wave of nauseous dark energy washed over them…over the decapitated Cthon.
Its body suddenly lifted itself up, just enough to stretch an arm out and drag itself forwards, towards its head. Maiev turned around, a look of recognition in her eyes. Necromantic magick.
The witch didn’t wait a second longer, hissing out a single chant before jets of green flame burst from the palms of her hands. She maintained it until the Cthon was nothing but ash.
