Edric Vanyan
The Historian King
[member="Darth Arcanix"]
He had just gotten up when the lightning lanced its way across the field and then pierced his body, blinking as he had no defense set up and went sprawling back to the ground as he fell to the ground. But he only laughed, his pain evident, his struggle clear. But he pushed his body to stand up as he shook and stared at her, chocking on the pain as he called out at her. "You... you will die Sith... with my blade in your chest." He reached out and suddenly started leaching on the emotions around him and feeding his aura as his started laughing again, laughing, just laughing. One weak step, another weak step, a stumble, he would protect Felicity and her family.
He had just gotten up when the lightning lanced its way across the field and then pierced his body, blinking as he had no defense set up and went sprawling back to the ground as he fell to the ground. But he only laughed, his pain evident, his struggle clear. But he pushed his body to stand up as he shook and stared at her, chocking on the pain as he called out at her. "You... you will die Sith... with my blade in your chest." He reached out and suddenly started leaching on the emotions around him and feeding his aura as his started laughing again, laughing, just laughing. One weak step, another weak step, a stumble, he would protect Felicity and her family.