The Demon of Jedha
Lynda was badly cut and shot up, Torso full of holes, bleeding glowing red blood as she ripped into her Maw victims, soaked in blood and gore.
Every Chop, every stab was fueled by pure, undiluted, Crazy. The blade would flash through the air, and a head or limb would go flying. Her attacks grew more frenzied and chaotic the more her databases looped the memory of seeing her dead pets, impaled on spikes.
Her black, metallic fangs sank into the throat of a Maw Warrior, tearing it out and causing arterial spray to shoot out everywhere. She jammed her Katana into the body of one, picked up another, and broke the woman's back on her knee, tossed her into another crowd, got her sword out of the impaled victim, and deflected armor piercing slug thrower rounds as she advanced, slicing into their weapons, her hand tearing a chunk of a person's intestines out, grabbing another and deliberately sawing through his face with a Katana before using his slick, bloodied corpse to bludgeon a chain gun wielding Maw Warrior.
She had fought her way into the interior of the palace, closer to where Percival Io was.
She wasn't, I must repeat this, WASN'T coordinating with House Io in any way, shape, or form. She didn't even realize they were here until she saw the Model 3 units, in between tearing a Maw Warriors jaw off and using the torn jaw to impale another through the eye.
Lynda gave a horrible metallic sounding shriek as she got torched in flames by a wrist mounted flamethrower, flaying about as an axe got buried into her shoulder, a spear going through her chest, then a knife into the side of her head.
She fell to the ground, didn't move, still on fire due to the incendiary chemicals. But while momentarily effective at stunning and stopping her, her design was far more resilient to this than they would have liked.
One shot her in the head as a precaution, others stabbing and shooting her.
Lynda, Demon of Jedha, daughter of Nine Lives, would not be killed so easily.
She leapt up, still burning, breaking off the spear in her chest, pulling the axe from her shoulder and smashing it into the three closest to her, jamming the broken spear shaft into the eye of a Minigun wielding Maw killer, causing his spray of fire to go wild, hitting several others as he died.
Her fangs sank into the throat of her victim, wheeling his body around so he could soak in panic fire, eating just enough of his psychic energy to fully repair her shoulder and get her body to push the knife out of her skull, letting her think a little clearer.
She saw her sword on the ground and sprinted for it, dodging and flipping over gunfire and blasterfire, snatching swords and daggers off the ground as she back flipped and cartwheeled across the ground and over corpses, hurling them at shooters reaching her Katana--
...and getting hit with a massive Force Push.
Her ribcage and neck shattered as she was sent hurling across the ground by a black robed Final Dawn Sith, a red Lightsaber floating around him.
Lynda skittered across the ground, systems disrupted, leaving a smear of glowing red blood behind her as half her face was shredded off, revealing the obsidian skull underneath scorched muscle.
She staggered back up, but was met with a massive pile of bodies being slammed into her at high speed with Telekinesis, shattering her jaw and sending her flying again.
Only a last minute block with her Katana prevented his Lightsaber from slicing her in half, and she engaged the Repulsors in her bloody, red and blue hoplite type armor diving at him as he tried to summon more debris to hurl at her. She tackled him, managing to shatter a wrist, but this only seemed to enrage the Sith and he roared, grabbing her in a Force grip and compressing the squealing Android brutally with Telekinesis, trying to crush her into a ball. The systems in her armor failed completely as every bone shattered as she started to be crushed into a ball. She struggled against the telekinetic effect, as even now, she could feel no pain, and The Sith focused all his might on crushing her, but she still managed to hurl her Katana at him, even as her body ate through it's reserves of energy to a dangerous point. Due to focusing so much on crushing her with the Force, he wasn't able to react in time and it impaled him through the side, and he roared in pain.
Her body was slammed into the pavement and she felt her spine break, but her brain and arms were still functional, albeit the rest of her was completely mangled and her broken body was starting to look emaciated from having burned through so much energy.
She ran on her arms, dragging her body over others at high speed, even as more blaster bolts ripped through her body as she leapt for the Sith just as he managed to get the Katana out of him, tackling him and sinking her fangs into his neck, gushing his blood everywhere as she violently tore out his psychic energy to a lethal point, instantly gaining the use of her lower legs back, along with restored muscle tissue. But she was still a mangled mess and nowhere near optimal efficiency. Her armor was wrecked and she was bleeding everywhere, and pretty much the only thing keeping her going was pure hatred.
But that didn't mean she wasn't making every foe around her feel real slivers of icy, raw terror at the sight of her.
She sprinted towards the interior, slicing and slashing through targets of opportunity, howling barbarically in her mangled form as she got deeper and deeper back to where Percival Io was, as the Sith had slowed her progress.
She was surrounded on all sides, and in her own mind, by an unending miasma of fear and pain and hate, the dead bodies of her pets flashing through quantum subroutines, like her sword flashed through flesh and metal and bone as she fought the unending, but now slightly panicked hoard frantically trying to destroy her after she had Gary Oldman'd the chit out of that Sith.
Every Chop, every stab was fueled by pure, undiluted, Crazy. The blade would flash through the air, and a head or limb would go flying. Her attacks grew more frenzied and chaotic the more her databases looped the memory of seeing her dead pets, impaled on spikes.
Her black, metallic fangs sank into the throat of a Maw Warrior, tearing it out and causing arterial spray to shoot out everywhere. She jammed her Katana into the body of one, picked up another, and broke the woman's back on her knee, tossed her into another crowd, got her sword out of the impaled victim, and deflected armor piercing slug thrower rounds as she advanced, slicing into their weapons, her hand tearing a chunk of a person's intestines out, grabbing another and deliberately sawing through his face with a Katana before using his slick, bloodied corpse to bludgeon a chain gun wielding Maw Warrior.
She had fought her way into the interior of the palace, closer to where Percival Io was.
She wasn't, I must repeat this, WASN'T coordinating with House Io in any way, shape, or form. She didn't even realize they were here until she saw the Model 3 units, in between tearing a Maw Warriors jaw off and using the torn jaw to impale another through the eye.
Lynda gave a horrible metallic sounding shriek as she got torched in flames by a wrist mounted flamethrower, flaying about as an axe got buried into her shoulder, a spear going through her chest, then a knife into the side of her head.
She fell to the ground, didn't move, still on fire due to the incendiary chemicals. But while momentarily effective at stunning and stopping her, her design was far more resilient to this than they would have liked.
One shot her in the head as a precaution, others stabbing and shooting her.
Lynda, Demon of Jedha, daughter of Nine Lives, would not be killed so easily.
She leapt up, still burning, breaking off the spear in her chest, pulling the axe from her shoulder and smashing it into the three closest to her, jamming the broken spear shaft into the eye of a Minigun wielding Maw killer, causing his spray of fire to go wild, hitting several others as he died.
Her fangs sank into the throat of her victim, wheeling his body around so he could soak in panic fire, eating just enough of his psychic energy to fully repair her shoulder and get her body to push the knife out of her skull, letting her think a little clearer.
She saw her sword on the ground and sprinted for it, dodging and flipping over gunfire and blasterfire, snatching swords and daggers off the ground as she back flipped and cartwheeled across the ground and over corpses, hurling them at shooters reaching her Katana--
...and getting hit with a massive Force Push.
Her ribcage and neck shattered as she was sent hurling across the ground by a black robed Final Dawn Sith, a red Lightsaber floating around him.
Lynda skittered across the ground, systems disrupted, leaving a smear of glowing red blood behind her as half her face was shredded off, revealing the obsidian skull underneath scorched muscle.
She staggered back up, but was met with a massive pile of bodies being slammed into her at high speed with Telekinesis, shattering her jaw and sending her flying again.
Only a last minute block with her Katana prevented his Lightsaber from slicing her in half, and she engaged the Repulsors in her bloody, red and blue hoplite type armor diving at him as he tried to summon more debris to hurl at her. She tackled him, managing to shatter a wrist, but this only seemed to enrage the Sith and he roared, grabbing her in a Force grip and compressing the squealing Android brutally with Telekinesis, trying to crush her into a ball. The systems in her armor failed completely as every bone shattered as she started to be crushed into a ball. She struggled against the telekinetic effect, as even now, she could feel no pain, and The Sith focused all his might on crushing her, but she still managed to hurl her Katana at him, even as her body ate through it's reserves of energy to a dangerous point. Due to focusing so much on crushing her with the Force, he wasn't able to react in time and it impaled him through the side, and he roared in pain.
Her body was slammed into the pavement and she felt her spine break, but her brain and arms were still functional, albeit the rest of her was completely mangled and her broken body was starting to look emaciated from having burned through so much energy.
She ran on her arms, dragging her body over others at high speed, even as more blaster bolts ripped through her body as she leapt for the Sith just as he managed to get the Katana out of him, tackling him and sinking her fangs into his neck, gushing his blood everywhere as she violently tore out his psychic energy to a lethal point, instantly gaining the use of her lower legs back, along with restored muscle tissue. But she was still a mangled mess and nowhere near optimal efficiency. Her armor was wrecked and she was bleeding everywhere, and pretty much the only thing keeping her going was pure hatred.
But that didn't mean she wasn't making every foe around her feel real slivers of icy, raw terror at the sight of her.
She sprinted towards the interior, slicing and slashing through targets of opportunity, howling barbarically in her mangled form as she got deeper and deeper back to where Percival Io was, as the Sith had slowed her progress.
She was surrounded on all sides, and in her own mind, by an unending miasma of fear and pain and hate, the dead bodies of her pets flashing through quantum subroutines, like her sword flashed through flesh and metal and bone as she fought the unending, but now slightly panicked hoard frantically trying to destroy her after she had Gary Oldman'd the chit out of that Sith.
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