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[Lupe Baracka]

A Whole limb was lost.

Lupe hit the turf and was crying in pain. No narration could describe the pain that consumed every thought. It was a time in which he no longer felt a battle, rather a sacrifice. It was the slice the broke the Jedi's leg.

Severed. To think, Lupe used to be on the other end of it. It brought empathy.... good.... he needed it.
[member="Darth Naefas"]

 

[Zion Krayt]

The Jedi remained upon the floor for what felt was a long time. He had truly forgotten the name of his third brother, he had been the age of Zaren, only four years younger, and he frowned. He wasn't going to remember it in the shape that he was in. A sore chest, and a bleeding nose. It wasn't looking too good for the Jedi duo.

But the Sith had never come to finish off the Protector of Tython.

No, he had turned and went for the Padawan instead. His Padawan. And he clenched his fists at either side of his body as he slowly rose up to his feet when he saw the form of his Apprentice at the feet of the Sith Knight. When did that happen? He thought, obviously not having realized how long he had been out of the fight, and then his lightsaber turned off and he clipped it to his belt. For what he was going to do, he was going to need two hands.

It's been a while. He said when eh saw the familiar flicker of the emerald lightning skittering over and between his fingers and to the palm of his hand. It's time. He thought to himself and both hands snapped outwards to the Sith's back and he released the Emerald Lightning from his body. The build up of the Force would have been a force push, or a force blast, but he'd rather not waste his time upon such an ability that would only cripple or send the being away. No, this called for a tool that would kill his opponent.

By the time he was done, he collapsed. He had never realized how much that took out of time, and if the Sith survived, well, he would be in big trouble now.

[member="Lupe Baracka"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

For a moment, Naefas hadn't understood what he was smelling. It held the familiar scent of force lightning when it was travelling through the air. Burnt ozone. But he heard crackling as well, and it wasn't coming from him. He had only had a moment's notice before he had been struck in the back by the Emerald Lightning.

Naefas had been blind-sided.

The lightning burnt through his cloak, the back of his legs, the back of his head, everything on his back until there was nothing left. The power and potency of the lightning was unexpected, and he collapsed to his knees rather than being thrown forwards. Perhaps that would have been the better move instead of grounding himself, but he had fallen down, and the lightning continued to consume him until there was nothing left.

"The Sith are nowhere near done."

Were his last words as the last spurt of power pulsated through the crackling energy and scorched through the whole of his body.

[member="Lupe Baracka"]