@[member="HK-36"], @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"], @[member="Rave Merrill"], @[member="Jhaega"], @everyone on Team Dragonslayer
Chaos, mayhem, pandaemonium. Billowing flames shooting throughout the hall, the towering presence of a five-headed dragon. She had arisen in her cell as chaos raged. But was this real? Had any of what had happened to her been real? Was this just another dream, some sick cosmic joke of some malevolent force god? Where was Tegaea?
These thoughts sped through her mind at a rapid pace as she got used to her surroundings, the others at first taking the lead. As she had stumbled out of her cell she had recognised familiar faces, one being HK-36, the other the new Jedi Grand Master Dragonsflame. Rave...the name rung a bell, from a MICO intelligence dossier from the old days. But there were more immediate matters at hand. The building was coming apart by the seams, the flames spewed out by the dragon were threatening to fill the hall. Others were already charging at it, aiming to get in close.
Flames rushed towards her though at first she was shielded by the pile of bodies that were in the way, at a mental command they rose up and flew into the flames to form a shield, but nonetheless she was caught by a stream, her ultrachrome armour providing some protection as she managed to throw up a force shield, cocooning itself in its protective embrace. But she grit her teeth as the fire still burnt painfully, armour feeling like it was being cooked as the barrier faltered. As fire reached her bionic hand she felt the glove and then the synthetic flesh burning, smelling like a good barbeque as the flesh was melted to reveal solid durasteel before her shield stabilised. Throughout this she advanced onward, guards being tossed by her powers like ragdolls or thrown towards the dragon. Siobhan was not the sneaky type, or even the subtle one, as much as that would probably be advised in certain situations.
Her understanding of defensive powers had been broadened through training with Jedi Master Phylis Alince, but still cost energy and she was saving that for something else, namely an outburst of power and hatred against the dragon. So she moved on swiftly through the corridor, relentlessly, implacably. As more flames came shooting at a gesture she ripped out a large chunk of the wall and levitated it in front of her like a shield before tossing the wreckage into the fray as the purifying flames consumed it. Others were moving to strike in from up close with the blade, but she had a different idea, for though proficient enough that was not where her specialisation lay.
In her mind she visualised the dragon, focusing on its heads. The Grand Master, Rave and HK were already doing their part, so she focused her mind upon two of the dragon heads, power pouring through her as she drew on all the rage, all the hatred she had felt at the sight of what Akala had done to Tegaea. Whether it had been real or not did not matter at this point as she sank into the Force, focusing on the rage, pain even the fear and harnessing it into weapon.
Pain is just weakness leaving the body, Feelings of aggression flowed from her as the Force became a conduit of power and violence, its energies fashioned into a bludgeon. She stretched out the damaged bionic hand, not ignoring the pain, but letting it fuel her, towards Jhaega as she exerted her telekinetic will. Doubtless she would be vulnerable to the flames, though there was some range between them and many bodies. Likewise energy would have to be drawn from the weakening force barrier to fuel the attack, but she pressed on. As she stretched out her powers a force blast shot from her, a shockwave that blossomed into a force explosion and slammed towards the dragon, aiming to impact upon it with great force like an invisible hammer, the one that had thrown tanks and brought the mountain ceiling down upon the Bando Gora in their lair.
As a surge of power shot through her she would seize two of the dragon's heads in her powerful grip, as she manifested a strong force pull. With her mind she gripped tight and then violently pulled, aiming to pull until the heads had come undone and were ripped off the dragon to be sent tumbling to the ground, should her efforts succeed. Now unlike before, when she had confronted a brainwashed Tegaea in the ruins of Mandalore, she had no reason to hold back anymore, no reason not to completely and utterly give herself to battle and destruction, letting the incandescent fury that had been driving her loose.
