Kiskla Grayson-Matteo
Redeemer
OUTSIDE THE CRUMBLING JEDI LIBRARY
@[member="Daella Apparine"] | @[member="Yasuo"] | @[member="Florin Armetta"] | @[Member="Meta"]
Kiskla was expecting a strike as he adjusted his weight, and moved to parry her exposed area by lowering her left blade. To her surprise however, none came.
Surprise though, Lord Ashmedei could fly!
Kiskla had witnessed some of the Sith Lord's brutality five years ago, but he had stayed on the ground for it. And she was never his opponent. Perhaps now, in some strange, narcissistic way he considered her worth his while. His haunting words confirmed her suspicion. Phase two?
Her gaze followed him as he propelled vertically, having to squint as the rain drops pelted her eyes and obscured her vision. She didn't need see through her eyes, they were flawed and inaccurate. She needed The Force.
But not much of it.
Cameron had outpoured his presence so greatly, that he had revealed himself wholly to herself, and all the other Force Users on the planet in some divine manifestation. This outpouring of darkness, made the deity under her control squirm with delight. Like a puppy who had just heard "Walkies". It scraped within her confines, desperate to display its power. Kiskla struggled to keep it down, finding difficulty in her breathing.
Usually, she could exercise him enough through Vaapad but here, Cameron was forcing her to something other than using her body as a weapon.
She would use Son's want to her advantage. Like a screaming missile, she released her hold on him and his aura raced toward the beacon that Kiskla was focusing on through the tempest. B-lining, she intercepted Cameron's signature.
She couldn't fly, and she wouldn't try to. She'd bring him back down to play on an even playing field. She maintained her grip on her lightsabers, but extended her metaphysical hold to wrap around the ethereal shadow of @[member="Cameron Centurion"]. He was difficult to wrap her celestial fingers around, but, with a lot of focus, and closing out what was going on around her, she succeeded. Like tightening a grip on a stress ball, she Force gripped her opponent and with a powerful telekinetic swipe, she hoped to bring his darkly frame back down toward the library.
The library.
There was a deafening sound from the massive structure that had taken years to build. Within moments, the concentration of the nasty emperor had pricked the Library's shatter point and it was now crumbling. A small gasp of horror escaped her lips. Her Padawans and other Jedi were in there. No!
Kiskla released her grip on the Sith Lord she had attempted to toss from the sky.
Ugh she hated sith. Hastily, despite the swarm of graugs about the library's entrance, the lithe Master clipped her lightsabers behind her back and mentally shelved her battle with Cameron. Her senses were going wild, searching for the familiar signature of her Padawan. With little time to spare, she found @[member="Dar'rak"] and the rest of the strike team. They were a brilliant pool of light amidst the dark torrent Cameron and @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] were outpouring (as well as the rest of the darksiders). Thankfully, they weren't deep within the library. For whatever reason, they hadn't advanced swiftly.
Inhaling deeply, her thin arms lifted and she refocused her centre of light. The structure was crumbling rapidly, and she worked to intercept the stones that were around the entryway, to prevent them from collapsing on the Jedi team entering the facility. After her exertion to dislodge Cameron from his position, and fling him in the direction of the now cascading cathedral of knowledge, this was going to be painful. Her brows knit in concentration, breathing deeply as she attempted to balance the stress of the situation with the necessity demanded of her. Her muscles burned from the exertion, and her head was pounding and her cheeks hurt from clenching her teeth so tightly.
Thankfully, she had trained hard enough to succeed in keeping the entryway from colliding with any of the strike team inside, even from about twelve meters away.
For now.
@[member="Daella Apparine"] | @[member="Yasuo"] | @[member="Florin Armetta"] | @[Member="Meta"]
Kiskla was expecting a strike as he adjusted his weight, and moved to parry her exposed area by lowering her left blade. To her surprise however, none came.
Surprise though, Lord Ashmedei could fly!
Kiskla had witnessed some of the Sith Lord's brutality five years ago, but he had stayed on the ground for it. And she was never his opponent. Perhaps now, in some strange, narcissistic way he considered her worth his while. His haunting words confirmed her suspicion. Phase two?
Her gaze followed him as he propelled vertically, having to squint as the rain drops pelted her eyes and obscured her vision. She didn't need see through her eyes, they were flawed and inaccurate. She needed The Force.
But not much of it.
Cameron had outpoured his presence so greatly, that he had revealed himself wholly to herself, and all the other Force Users on the planet in some divine manifestation. This outpouring of darkness, made the deity under her control squirm with delight. Like a puppy who had just heard "Walkies". It scraped within her confines, desperate to display its power. Kiskla struggled to keep it down, finding difficulty in her breathing.
Usually, she could exercise him enough through Vaapad but here, Cameron was forcing her to something other than using her body as a weapon.
She would use Son's want to her advantage. Like a screaming missile, she released her hold on him and his aura raced toward the beacon that Kiskla was focusing on through the tempest. B-lining, she intercepted Cameron's signature.
She couldn't fly, and she wouldn't try to. She'd bring him back down to play on an even playing field. She maintained her grip on her lightsabers, but extended her metaphysical hold to wrap around the ethereal shadow of @[member="Cameron Centurion"]. He was difficult to wrap her celestial fingers around, but, with a lot of focus, and closing out what was going on around her, she succeeded. Like tightening a grip on a stress ball, she Force gripped her opponent and with a powerful telekinetic swipe, she hoped to bring his darkly frame back down toward the library.
The library.
There was a deafening sound from the massive structure that had taken years to build. Within moments, the concentration of the nasty emperor had pricked the Library's shatter point and it was now crumbling. A small gasp of horror escaped her lips. Her Padawans and other Jedi were in there. No!
Kiskla released her grip on the Sith Lord she had attempted to toss from the sky.
Ugh she hated sith. Hastily, despite the swarm of graugs about the library's entrance, the lithe Master clipped her lightsabers behind her back and mentally shelved her battle with Cameron. Her senses were going wild, searching for the familiar signature of her Padawan. With little time to spare, she found @[member="Dar'rak"] and the rest of the strike team. They were a brilliant pool of light amidst the dark torrent Cameron and @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] were outpouring (as well as the rest of the darksiders). Thankfully, they weren't deep within the library. For whatever reason, they hadn't advanced swiftly.
Inhaling deeply, her thin arms lifted and she refocused her centre of light. The structure was crumbling rapidly, and she worked to intercept the stones that were around the entryway, to prevent them from collapsing on the Jedi team entering the facility. After her exertion to dislodge Cameron from his position, and fling him in the direction of the now cascading cathedral of knowledge, this was going to be painful. Her brows knit in concentration, breathing deeply as she attempted to balance the stress of the situation with the necessity demanded of her. Her muscles burned from the exertion, and her head was pounding and her cheeks hurt from clenching her teeth so tightly.
Thankfully, she had trained hard enough to succeed in keeping the entryway from colliding with any of the strike team inside, even from about twelve meters away.
For now.