The disturbance died in Jink's head, as the man who Carliah had been fighting did. His eyes turned back to their normal purple, and he breathed a rattling breath in, smiling. At least she'd been able to do the deed herself. The Cheshire Warden's anger abated, and the movement of the chains along with it. He could feel the confusion, and rage, and death around him. It tasted sweeter than anything he'd ever eaten, but he knew it could not last if his new allies, and his love, were to survive. He got up, and began to walk away, until he hard the sound of a lightsaber activating and moving through the air near him.
His rage engulfed him again. The purple humanoid eyes turned back to the red feline ones. He looked upon the Jedi who had thrown his weapon in a desperate chance at vengeance. Jink's eyes turned upon the Jedi's, and cold fury wrapped itself around his mind. The chains grew blades, not of metal, but of the Force. The Jedi was in his way. The Jedi was the aggressor. The Jedi was the one who would try to kill him, or Carliah, or her friends. The chains, six of them now, each stabbed into the most painful point Jink could find, and he fed off the Knight's screams, his pain. By the time the blades had reached the man's heart, he had already bled out all over them.
With his attacker dead, Jink gasped for air, and tried to remember what it was he'd been trying to do. He'd been trying to get to Carliah. She needed him. He needed her to keep him contained. He began to walk towards where he sensed Carliah, and unwittingly towards her friend and the corpse of her former lover.
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