Taeli Raaf
Bookworm
Location: Bridge One
Allies: Aerarii Tithe Madelyn Lowe Sila Darth Ophidia Darth Argentum Jyon Hlervu Lirka Ka Lark Miko Evans Darth Kados Amur Vaylin
Other Enemies: Darth Bellum Darth Kentarch Avernus Gat Tambor Kyrel Ren Ignatius Cara Dalgas Tarrik Kestis Jekadius Lawson Hunter Blackburn
Equipment: Weapons in Signature, stylized Medhir Armor
Forces: 173rd "Black Talons" Legion, equipped with AI-331m's, Shields, and Alpine Armor, commanded by Strategos Ranulph Tarkin
The three conjured shards of ice gave the Dark Councilor some useful information, her thrust towards the right arm also gave her valuable insight. The enemy commander's armor was tough enough to take the spear with no penetration, although kinetic force was likely transferred in an unpleasant way. Stance was disrupted minutely, but enough. Her opponent was fast, able to get her saber up to cut the second, although it provided a spray of ice that blinded the Chiss for a few moments, enough to give her own lightsaber attack a chance to slip in.
Right arm... cybernetic. Interesting. A potential weakness that could be exploited... vambrace cortosis or phrik to prevent damage. Positioning would be key.
The vambrace batted her lightsaber stroke aside wide, the Chiss commander's other hand coming up quickly, wrist extended, a tube pointing directly at the helmeted face of the Lady of Secrets. The orange glow of activation of the mounted flamethrower was the only warning that was provided by the material world, her Force senses were already tingling with danger sense but that was nothing new in a battle. Senses and reflexes were hyper-attuned, it was made Force users such devastating forces against non-Force users in combat. To have an opponent able to predict your actions, to dodge your attacks, it took strength of will to hide your intentions enough to not trigger a reaction.
The Chiss had used her enhanced speed to position her flamethrower, her lightsaber too out of position. Flames erupted, coating the Dark Councilor in a torrent of heat. It was one of the few times she was thankful she had worn her helmet and the Medhir armor being developed for her personal Legion. The command cape she wore was reduced to cinders in moments, the air and ice hissing as it evaporated around her. Her visor instantly polarized, but even still, she would need to rely on the Force until her vision was less spotty again.
Fire, as a weapon, were also a double sided sword. Sure, you would consume your enemy in flames, but you also couldn't see them for a few moments. Even as the flames rushed over and around her, scorching her armor, burning her cape, sweat breaking out as the heat penetrated even her armor's high protectiveness, Taeli was not idle. In a quick rush of Force energy, she would crush the emitter nozzle for the flamethrower, her lightsaber coming back into position.
Steam rose from her form, small puffs as snow and ice impacted on the quick heated surfaces. If the Chiss could read body language, Taeli would be displaying all the telltale signs of irritation. And to show just how irritated the Sith sorceress was... her senses tingled as that other dark presence she had felt, the wayward son, neared. There would be little time before he arrived.
Taeli started a Makashi routine of quick lightsaber strikes and feints at her opponent, up, down, towards the left thigh, back to the right arm, a quick movement towards the head before her free hand rose to chest level and a torrent of Force Lightning erupted and aimed for the Chiss's torso.
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