Spitfire Soul, Heart of Gold
The Eye of the Storm
Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords
Azzie could feel the stinging warmth of her blood trickling down her skin, the icy shards embedded deep into her shoulder and leg. She barely registered the searing pain—only the sharp echo of that voice, the shriek that had knocked her off balance and sent her crashing across the ice. Her twin blades, still blazing with the angry heat of her fury, flared wildly as she slammed into the frozen floor, the world spinning out of focus for a moment.
Her gaze snapped toward Cora, her heart lurching at the sight of the ice spear rocketing toward her teammate, but the world still spun. A surge of panic threatened to drown her, but Thea's quick thinking stopped it. The ice spike veered off course, clattering uselessly against the ruined floor.
The sting in Azzie's chest from the force of the impact quickly turned into a slow burn of frustration. Ice groaned beneath their feet, and the entire structure seemed to tremble like a thing about to fall apart. The witch—Kaga—had retreated into her chaotic fury, ice cracking and splintering as if it were nothing. As if their lives were nothing.
She can't get away that easy. The thought was a primal thing, sliding through her mind like a snake. A shadow. A darkness of pure smoke misting through the purples and periwinkles of her eyes.
"Go, I'll make sure this ends!" Azzie shouted over the horrid sound of the crackling ice. Someone had to make sure Kaga didn't escape this crumbling death trap to slink away in the chaos, leaving Jedah and who knows how many other worlds in this frozen position until they could track her down again. "May the force be with you."
With gritted teeth, she pulled herself back to her feet, grip only tightening on her blades. A sticky, warm feeling trickled down the sides of her neck that belonged to the crimson blood leaking from her ears, only to be halted and frozen by the bitter, whipping air. The ringing had lessened, but it was still there like an undercurrent. Rather than pull the ice from her body, it melted with the rising heat around her.
This planet… and everyone on it, including her team,
Jonyna Si
,
Aris Noble
, Master
Valery Noble
...
Aadihr Lidos
... they'd be damned if this witch goes free.The whispers crept again, a voice that never seemed to leave her in peace—the lingering stain of the poison's malicious power deep inside her. Its fingers were colder than the ice around them, more dangerous than the walls that were collapsing, and more treacherous.
She will kill them all. You know this. You must strike.
Her steps were slow but deliberate as she approached the witch. Every step sent cracks through the frozen surface. Each crack was a reminder that this world—this cursed planet—would be destroyed if she didn't act. The flames engulfing her blades flickered, darkening to a deep, ominous blue, streaked with black—like the very heart of a dying star.
Mercy won't save this. Wipe her from existence.
"I'm sorry," Azzie breathed, her voice low and lethal. "But you've made this world into a graveyard. Now, join them."
In that moment, as the last of the palace's foundation groaned and cracked beneath them, Azzie made her decision. With a final, fluid motion, she lunged forward, her blades slashing through the air with deadly intent as the superheated fire surged outward along with it. The world seemed to slow around her, the darkness inside her whispering in her ears.
This is the only way. End it!
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