// LORD INQUISITOR FORDYCE //
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Alina Tremiru
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"Echani."
Jorryn gave a smirk that mirrored her opponents, an acknowledgement of her stance. The smirk widened as the Echani's boot connected with her opponent's shin, the momentum falling back against her opponent. A jab came for her throat but the Echani used her own abilities to speed herself up and catch the fist with the opposite hand.
Amber eyes glowed boldly into her opponents, white teeth shining as she felt the opportunity come. The Force ran through her as she shift her weight down into the left side of her hip, planning to drive her knee up into the liver of her opponent. The momentum was in her favour, the strike could end it all if landed right.
But the force never ran through her leg. And the strength she used to hold back the woman's jab began to weaken. The smirk faded from her face as quickly as the amber drained from her eyes, leaving a pale purple in the orbs. A new colour that plainly showed the disgust and worry that immediately crept over the Silver-haired Sith.
Instead of driving her knee up into the woman, she used the weight to throw herself back. The Lord Inquisitor was still quick, a bred fighter, but her speed and power weren't the same. And the boldness that proclaimed her victory had faded into worry as quickly as she fled. Jorryn fell into a wounded position, keeling as if her heart had been ripped out.
She had never felt like this before.
"Wh-what did you do to me."
Her words breaking as they came out, like a child that was told they would never see their mother again. Jorryn felt hollow, empty. She had never experienced such loneliness in her life, unable to even muster anger towards the woman. In its place fear took place, she placed her weight on the back foot. Unsure if she was going to flee or fight.