Only War (open for whatever)

[Ashin Varanin]

Even given her long experience with this kind of thing, she couldn't predict the outcome. [member="Darth Odium"]'s blade skidded along the side of her neck; pain shattered her concentration, but the death field kept drawing from her just as it drew from him.

For the first time since she'd begun using a false Dark Side aura, in the early days of the Fringe, a rippling blue rimmed her field of vision. Her eyes were glowing Bando Gora-style, the primary way that poison-spurred Dark Side corruption had altered her. Her breath came in a panting snarl, and her sabre flicked to her off hand. The starfire-yellow blade slashed up at the underside of his arm, slowed by the new tension of the new wound. The heavy blaster in her right barked again, more instinct than aim. Her performance was nothing spectacular just now -- her technique was sloppy. The death field had all of her.

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Ashin Varanin"]

His blade came to his hand and one end of the saber staff shot to life. His concentration would be next to none, not while the death field grew and consumed. His parry to late to save him completely stopped the yellow saber from removing the limb but not from severed tendons that would make the limb vastly uncooperative.

The smell of flesh and burned ozone filled the air as the blaster again struck him this time in a wide shoot to the left thigh. That's when he felt them...spirits long past the need for rest. The death field was nearly it's own entity as his lips began to move silently and his eyes began to glow violet. The spirits that occupied the woman were now his target and he began his effort to pull them away.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Darth Odium"]

She'd exorcised them long, long ago, but their echoes still imprinted themselves in her mind and her Force presence. There was nothing to bind, not anymore, but his touch scrabbled at the psychic stump where she'd amputated them, and a strangled, incongruous whimper made it past her lips. Furious, she gritted her teeth and gave ground by a step or two. Phrik boots dug into the ground. There was now a pretty decent amount of space for him to get out around her.

She fired again, because why not, fast as she could pull the trigger.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

The nuna was in pain.

A brown and steaming meal had seemed a delicacy -- the handwritten plagiaristic manuscript within, even more so. And tasty it had been. But now, as butchered, amplified, knockoff sorcery pushed its way through the nuna's guts alongside twice-digested humanoid feces, the nuna found itself gribbling in discontent.

It was around this point that the nuna stumbled across the edge of the death field.

The burning faded in the nuna's intestines, but blessed relief came at a price. Not that the nuna understood quid pro quo.

The death field, unsurprisingly, began to kill the nuna. The shredded page in its belly, the work of [member="Trenchcoat Man"] and Rave Merrill, provided some sort of protection, delayed the death field, but everyone dies slowly anyway. Whatever accelerates it is worth getting pooped on -- or however the saying goes.

The death field was confused. The nuna was apoplectic. Gonking with indignation, the nuna hightailed it deeper into the death field, until its ten cents' worth of common sense kicked in and it turned around. Little three-clawed prints glowed red in graying grass for a moment after the nuna passed.

Tripping, it collapsed, then flopped down a hill involuntarily. Thus ejected from the death field, the nuna pulled itself to its feet and staggered off.

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Ashin Varanin"]

Odium Move to block a few shots as he stood. His effort was met by the pain in his leg from the earlier wide shot. He could do many things but he saw his ship some distance away as it must be loaded with the needed items and ready to leave. His chosen form of Shii-Cho was evident in his movements but it was not designed to defend against blasters. He took another hit before he opened a hand to use force flash in an effort to obscure her vision enough for him to escape. Her death would mean nothing, and his would cost precious time and effort until someone could carry on his work. He would have to stop draining the sweet life that he enjoyed but it would mean he could continue, despite his hatred of the thought as he used his anger to fuel the flash he let go of his hold on the death field.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Darth Odium"]

The Tenloss helmet beat the visual component of the flash, but Odium's will drilled into her head, and her vision went mad. She fired and kept firing, far off-target, the death field subsuming her instincts. Now that he'd disengaged from the field, this was all on her. One would have thought it would shrink; it didn't. She broke away from it, surprised that it had been so easy, and ran. The wound, and it was a wound in the true sense, would consume her too if it could, sic semper parentis. Force Drain was without mercy.

He went one way, she went another, and only after she'd cleared the edge of the fading death field did she begin to understand the magnitude of today's tragedy. Everything, absolutely everything, had gone wrong. The Dark Lord's daughter had gotten away with mass murder and kidnapping, the sithspawn had escaped, Mantis was nowhere to be found, Odium had escaped too, and Ashin's future, everything she'd worked for, was absolutely gone.

"Well, feth."

 

[Mornhun of House Marr]

[member="Ashin Varanin"]

He stumbled along the corridor carrying a long black sword armor and a cloak. He could feel them above somewhere like raging beast seeking to devour eachother. His skin was torn and twisted in places from the alchemy but he lived. He walked deeper until the tunnel ended at a blast door. The door opened and he stumbled out into the sun and was forced back inside as the light began to sap his energy. He would have to wait for dusk.

"I'll kill them all." He said, "I'll hunt them and they will fall."