Location and time: Coruscant, Jedi Temple (South East Landing pads)
Enemies: TBA + open
The moment the commlink began to make a buzzing sound as it was only static noise that remained, Zorah was finally made aware of one of her new objectives; that obviously being reaching the landing pads. If she was able to assist this Jedi Knight with landing, then they might stand a chance against the strong offensive dashes and strikes that their enemies inflicted. This planet and its metropolis had been concealed by a layer of ash and the endless buildings that were destroyed in the process of this battle, be it intentional or subconsciously done. If they could only end such hazard and let this all be done, over and safe for all the civilians to return to their homes, not having to be afraid for any future clashes or the aftermath of all of this. But that was a goal worth striving for, and this Jedi Councilor would make sure to do everything in her power to contribute to the greater good.
The two golden blades would leave the emitter as the rather eerie and low-pitched noise left the lightsaber hilt upon performing such action. But even if a Jedi shouldn't have to rely on their weapon to assist them during combat, it was necessary during this time and it was only her personal oath that might be a bit affected by this instance. However, the Force remained by her side, like a soft lullaby that was sung to a child before they went to bed, trying to calm them while they might be in distress about the tiniest of things in this galaxy. The thought itself was enough for Zorah to continue and rush towards the next opponent, and that she did. They were going to fall in the name of justice, in the name of the Silver Jedi,
in the name of the Jedi. They were one, especially during times of war, no rivalry, they all fought against the same target, trying to prevent and defend this world from falling to the dark side.
With one or two steps and the sound of the Force moving like a hum around her body, the Jedi Consular sprinted towards one of the two more direct and close targets, this wasn't quite going to be easy especially when you are outnumbered with the amount of Sith that was trying to march into this temple. Either way, if she was to defeat these two, the pathway to the landing pads would be safer than it was before. The next step was filled with more action than it was meant to be, the moment she placed her black leather boot on the flooring, it was as if the Force told her bits, gave her insight on what had yet to come, the distance between her and the two masked Sith and possibly what else was lingering around this entrance. It wasn't
that much to be scared of or even show a little bit of remorse, but it was enough to decide the more theoretical side of this attack.
Her lightsaber hilt would slowly be lifted as her fingers tightened their grasp on the green leather as she slowly let the right blade be moved towards the ground as the other one was raised. A double-bladed weapon was ideal when you were fighting two duelists, so as their crimson lightsabers would finally reveal the blades... it would be time to dance.
It was time.
The weapon of light and those of dark clashed again as they made a roaring noise, yet instead of taking on a very offensive way of fighting. Zorah held back lightly, trying to move away from the fight as it was only the pathway to the landing pads that she searched, it would only require a telekinetic blow to push these two away, so why bother and try to lose a limb in combat. But either way, the Silver Jedi twirled around her opponents as she would sometimes strike but primarily defend the incoming attacks from what she presumed to be Juggernauts. Their way with the weaponry and their stance in this battle only made it obvious for them to be such a Force-wielder.
Time and time again, it was as if the swords kept on making a clinking noise as they were slashed on the blades and sometimes even really close to the hilt itself, who was lucky enough to be made out of song steel so it wouldn't inflict as much damage as it should. But if it kept on going this way, the metal hilt might give up the fight and leave her without any weaponry, so her pinky finger, index finger and her thumb would be lifted as she slowly performed a technique that drew the Force towards her, the Ashla that swirled around her hands as she performed the single technique that might save her enough time to change tactics.
A
powerful push.
The two masked Sith grunted as they fell backwards, and were pushed away a couple of metres. This was enough time for Zorah to take one or two steps back and loosen the clip that connected the right lightsaber to the left one, she was going to split it in half... Take on an offensive fighting style as Knight Ravenna might be in danger at the landing pads and whoever they might have brought with them.
SNAP! The metal piece was removed from the lightsabers as it was wrapped around what had remained of the two hilts. With a swift motion, Master Cinsilo turned around her lightsabers, holding it in the remarkable reverse grip as she glared at the two dark siders.
''Retreat. Or else.''
The Sith got up again as they glared with their yellow eyes at the Jedi Councilor. Retreating wasn't a thing they knew, wasn't a thing they adhered to, by far this wasn't going to happen and so their lightsabers would be lifted again as one of them sprinted towards the Jedi while the other began to hold up their hand, their gloved hand revealed the purple finger tops, and at that moment... it all began to make sense. Instead of throwing her lightsaber or doing anything in that manner, Zorah was going to do something else, something that was by far damaging her personal oath to the light and to serenity.
Her hands would be lifted as if she was scared or anything, but her face remained to express the rather stern glance at the two. Her lightsabers illuminated parts of her face with a golden hue as there was a certain field beginning to grow around her hands, almost like an orb or a bubble in water after you put soap in the place. Well, the moment the Sith got real close and even lifted their lightsaber like a spear that was about to be thrown at her hands, Zorah released the pressure on her hands and let certain energy run from her body that targetted and wrapped around the bodies of the two dark siders. The temperature of their physique and the rest within it began to lower as they fell to the ground, the red blades retracting as certain chaos had passed. But it was only personal fatigue that followed, the pain of performing 'morichro' was horrid and she would often avoid using it because of it, despite her mastery.
With a simple motion and a trembling hand, the two lightsabers would be attached to one another as she wandered towards the landing pads, the sounds of some sort of ship clarified in the hallways as she slowly walked towards there. If Ravenna needed help with the evacuation efforts, then who would she be as to avoid that call, she trained initiates and sometimes even gave instructions to the Padawans or Knights about certain matters, she was on the Council for such a short time, but that... honour was enough to influence and affect all of her life, from wandering through the halls of the silver rest accompanied by a fellow Padawan to the point where she was in the Council chambers almost every day. Things change but duties don't.
And that had to be proven.
''Knight Ravenna, correct?''
With a simple leap, she made an easy way towards the landing pads, her double-bladed lightsaber ignited as she glanced at the man. A slight worry on her face as her brow furrowed slightly, exchanging eye contact with the Temple workers who seemed to be in distress as they held onto the children. This must have been one of the worst things they could possibly see in their times as an employee.
''I have got to say, the Southern entrance is looking a bit... splintered already. But that shouldn't be our top priority right now, we have to find all of these younglings and Padawans before the Sith do. Because I don't assume this is all of them.''