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Yusan stood silently from outside the Senate building with his eyes focused on the temple in the far off distance. Smoke rose from there as well as fighting in space and all Yusan did was watch and wait. There would be someone coming soon enough and his hands closed on his mother's saberstaff as he stood there in little more than robes, letting silver eyes watch the destruction from here.
Location: Jedi Temple dormitories
Objective: Face Jedi, take younglings
Allies: Sith
Enemies: [member="Maya Whitelight"], [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], any other Jedi/Republic
Before more strikes could hit [member="Maya Whitelight"] and break through the wounded woman's defenses, another Jedi appeared. Avreet realized he focused on maintaining Force cloak so much he had not noticed the Jedi Master in the Force. The man bravely put himself between the Sith and the Padawan, forcing Avreet to take a few steps back to gain space between them. He did not want to fight two Jedi at the same time, despite one of them being injured. One of his eyes glared at the pink skinned woman, the other carefully watching the man and measuring him. The Padawan was truly lucky to have him; Avreet would have slain the monster she was without any hesitation. Did her protector know she fell to the Dark Side, selfishly chose to sacrifice her son's life instead of her own? Whether the woman left or not, Avreet had a few words to say to her. "Your son is doing very well in a new family. Not like you ever cared for him," he hissed her way before turning his full attention to the man.
"You are wrong. I am no warrior, nor was I attacking these children. I am just a man looking for a bit of justice in this galaxy... My plan is to save those kids. I can get them out of this chaos, our soldiers won't attack me. If you send them with a wounded Padawan though... they will most likely die. Why won't you help Maya get out of here while I escort the children to safety? You have my word as a Sith Knight, the innocents won't be harmed." Veles promised to [member="Thurion Heavenshield"], his tone calm and as polite as possible. There was almost no chance the man would listen; no Jedi ever listened to the Mon Calamari Sith, only to regret it later as they descended into the Dark Side, never to return again. Pointless sacrifice of innocent life just so the Jedi could tell themselves "it had to be done" and "it was the right thing to do". Maya was one of those...
With a swift movement of his webbed hand, he let the heavy cloak loose and allowed it to fall from his body, revealing the commando variation of the Imperial stormtrooper armor, as well as a medpac attached to the belt. Both of his lightsabers pointed down and the Sith made no move, staring at his potential opponent and awaiting his move. The Dark Side grew stronger thanks to the event unfolding outside, lending the Mon Cal all energy he needed. Despite drawing most of that power from passion, Avreet felt no anger or hatred towards the Jedi Master, knowing such feelings had tendency to cloud one's eyes and trip them into their own grave.
LOCATION: Undisclosed building near the Jedi Temple | Surrounded by One Sith personal Guards OBJECTIVE: Sustaining Farsight meditation and analyzing the near future. ALLIES: ALL THE SITH ENEMIES: Errrybody but focusing right now on [member="Popo"] and Senate | [member="Tallia Farn"] | [member="RC-1025"] | Odium
The ecstasy of sabers.... and flesh.
The future is always in motion, and is thus subject to change.
The deeper the Chosen of Vahla sank into her meditations, engulfing herself into the Power of the Darkside, the more the vague impressions of events happening in other places or times became stronger.
The sweat of muscle…. And rage….
Highly skilled in this technique and enhanced by her knowledge of Darksight, the Eye of the Dark Lord spread her mental web further across coruscant, spinning the Dark side of the Force like shadowy strands of Shell Silk. In the broader sense, she would not be able to determine each individual action, but she could get glimpses of moves the Republic may take, as well as outside forces that might affect the battle.
..War
The vibrations came like tiny little panicked flutters of a fly getting caught at the edge of her web. Then they became stronger, more flutters as the visions came. Shadows danced. Went whirling around her faster and faster.
***
..help in aid of protection disappointment writ in her features. There is no emotion We've arrived. Come out, come out he felt pure serenity an assault from the rear. the sobbing and crying of younglingsIs vengeance important enough Passion burned in her eyes.If this is going to work Patience, patience. FIGHT ME RIGHT!a cluster of hatred his smile faded You are to My dear! support Popo the Hutt with your son?! in his assault causing a bite of pain
***
Dozens of doors. Dozens of mirrors. Every choice a different outcome. Images and emotions roared within the depths of her mind, the currents of the Force and of time whirling around her. Fire. Destruction. Reinforcements from the heavens. A Hutt. Troop Movements.
[SIZE=10.5pt]Yes.... where are you going my sweet? [/SIZE]
Isolda focused on that aspect, the power of the Dark Lord pulsing through her as her eyes swirled like molten obsidian. Power went breathing out of her skin like a nearly visible cloud, invoked by the depth of her meditation. Like solid black mirrors, they reflected back truth. Images poured into her mind. Soon. Yes. Soon.
Sentate Building Objective: Evacuate Senate Allies: Republic Enemies: One Sith Near: [member="Tallia Farn"] [member="Yusan Fenn"] [member="Popo"] Music:Republic Commando ST: Prologue
RC-1025 shook his head. If this Serenity needed him she'll call again. However the Republic needed him to evacuate the Senate Building. That is what he was sent for after all. He gave one last look in Popo's and the Jedi's direction before he dashed back toward the Senate Building's entrance. He saw an Senate Guard marshaling his men. "Sir, how many Senators are accounted for?" The Commando asked.
"We got men with most of the Senators but we have few unaccounted for," he said, "Why? Who sent you?"
"Command. My mission is to assist with the evacuation. Now who is missing?"
"Well, there is the Senator from Naboo. Last saw her on the 64th floor."
"I'm on it," the Commando said, "Get me a map."
The Senate Guardsman sent something to the Commando and the map appeared on his HUD. He looked up and waved for a speeder. "64th floor. Senator of Naboo's office," he said.
With that the speeder bike lifted into the air. He had a Senator to find.
Location: Skyscraper overlooking the Jedi Temple Exterior Objective: Eliminate Jedi
...after he'd squeezed the trigger on his Disruptor Rifle he'd have watched as the bolt streaked towards the female Jedi however she managed to avoid it which caused Ronan to click his tongue against the roof of his mouth once. He was displeased but he'd have gotten over it. In fact within moments he'd begun to scan the battlefield anew, making a mental note in the process so that he could locate his initial target again if required, searching out another target that have been wholly unaware of his presence. It didn't take him long. There were two Jedi Padawans running up the stairs of the temple, fleeing to safety, and letting a strange smile touch the corners of his mouth he'd have locked in on one of them...
...this time Ronan did not miss. When he squeezed the trigger of the Disruptor Rifle the bolt that streaked from its barrel would have blitzed across the distance to strike one of the two Jedi Padawan in the back. The Padawan was disintegrated instantly as flesh came apart and he was stripped down to the molecules leaving only dust in the wake of the shot. Nothing was left except maybe a lightsaber that would clatter onto the steps of the temple devoid of a hand to wield it...
...eight shots left...
...Ronan didn't waste time. This third shot would be the last one he took from this position. Even rendered unseen due to his camouflage armor he recognized the merit behind changing positions; stay in one place to long and people could start to zero in on where the shots were coming from. Of course the furious fighting that went on down below would have assisted him in remaining unseen as the Jedi had decidedly other, more pressing matters, to attend to consider the amount of Sith they were facing. Nonetheless he would pick his shot carefully before he took it...
...and there it was. Using the zoom scope on his Disruptor Rifle he'd have located a Nautolan Jedi wielding a double-bladed lightsaber, cutting his way through a swath of troops with an inherent amount of finesse, and he would have aimed. Thumbing the trigger of his rifle Ronan waited until he saw the opportune moment when the Nautolan began one of his twirling attacks and the momentum would have been difficult to reverse and the he fired. The Bolt fired would have lanced down from the position that Ronan kept up in the skyscraper towards the Nautolans center of mass, the largest target, where it sought to rip apart his molecules and flesh in a devastating attack. Even graze could have been deadly...
...once he'd fired Ronan would move back, away from the balcony, and draw his rifle back over his chest before moving back into the skyscraper. He was changing his location to ensure that anyone who may have clued into it would need to find him again.
LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE OBJECTIVE: AIDING A GOOD LOOKING SITH LORD ALLIES: [member="Lucianus Adair"] | [member="Darth Shara"] ENEMIES: [member="Xander Carrick"] MUSIC SELECTION: Cadence of her last breath
Deft feet ran across the wall after Darth Nephthys leapt into the air, using the power of the Force to augment her body. Energy went charging through sinew and bone, enhancing her strength and her dexterity. Her straight black hair went whipping behind her, the dark cloak fluttering as her violet blade sang with deadly precision at the Jedi below her.
Power went surging down her legs and like pistons they shot her forward and she was airborne. Her crimson eyes caught a nearby fight. A blonde Jedi engaging a Sith Lord.
The mute was quick to respond, body bending slightly forward as she made her way towards them, her saber cutting down Jedi in her bloody wake.
Popo watched the commando turn and head off. The Hutt simply stared, moderately dumbfounded that a direct order had been ignored. He shook his head and simply noted the Commando's name for future reference. At that point, his ride and the Jedi girl arrived.
The Hutt slithered into the back of the speeder, what looked to be a standard cargo flatbed, and used a hand to pound lightly on the cab roof.
"Let's roll!" he called. As he waited for the speeder to move, he altered plans a bit. "New plan! The commando ignored my orders so we're going alone. Forget the rear attack! Aim straight for the flank and fly low! We'll hit hard and fast and punch our way to whatever target looks the juiciest. We should be able to buy some time for the Jedi and the Republic Army to regroup and counter attack!"
With that, Popo donned his helmet and sealed it to the armor with a pressurized hiss. He activated the helmet systems and ran through a diagnostic check.
The T-shaoed visor on the front of his helmet glowed.
Jedi Temple
- Cutting off [member="Darth Nephthys"]
I'm a Jedi Knight
Red means dead
The fast dance of blades began to take it's tole on the Sith in front of the Nautolan. Where strength could be applied A'donari allowed soft touches and off balancing his opponent to open the necessary death strokes. Simple fast precision meant a fallen Sith at his feet.
A jet black figure moved through the air and landed closer to him than he would have liked. Blue humming energy surged by his leg as A'donari moved through another Sith, much weaker than the others, to stand in front of the Sith who was now showing her own skills with a blade against the flesh of the Jedi unlucky enough to be around her. Manipulating the force just in time with a strong grip around the leg of a Fellow Jedi knight, who A'donari had seen around the Temple from time to time, brought the man to his back; narrowly avoiding the Sith's blade. He was middle management type but a hard worker. The guy didn't deserve to die. Within the second of safety that this maneuver brought to his fellow Jedi, A'donari had also used the time wisely. The few steps between the black hooded Sith and himself had now been cleared and A'donari was standing in the Soresu guard before it.
LOCATION: Coruscant system
OBJECTIVE: Clear entry zone for [member="HK-36"] and make my way to land.
Aedan Miles looked up as they exited hyperspace to reveal a large fleet engagement over the planet. With a wave of his hand things started to happen swiftly as his ships pushed forward towards the planet. He didn't care about this fight his people had their own mission they would target a ship or two and take control of it but Aedan was needed elsewhere. Turning on his feet he strode towards the hangar climbing into a Devastator-class heavy fighter that waited for him. He would take a squadron and escort down the landing party as they left the ship he calmly activated his coms on a Republic channel. "This is Aedan Miles to any Jedi guarding younglings I am bringing down heavy duty transports to drop off my troops who will secure a route for you and the younglings to evacuate. We will be landing at the rear entrance unless someone can give me a better area to land."
His message finished Aedan watched as fighters and various transports blasted away from his ships and wove their way through the fleet. Of the group that left the larger ships only 2 of them were shot down luckily they were fighters. For now they were in the clear their target ahead of them Aedan made sure that his ships were giving off friendly IFF codes to the Republic so the automated defenses would not target them. Pulling himself up and around the young man cleared the transports to land and as they did they disgorged a surprising amount of battle droids who marched forward into the Jedi Temple firing at any Sith in their way. Aedan Miles seeing the transports on the ground nodded his head and pulled about lancing towards a squadron of Tie Defenders who were passing over the main area in front of the Jedi Temple.
Wide crimson orbs matched those of the Nautolan standing before her in a defensive stance. A blink in time passed as the mute registered the implications of the upcoming fight. He would surely focus on economy of motion and energy efficiency. A Shield vs Shield.
Then Darth Nephthys reacted. Feet were light upon the floor, but she did not move save for the sweeping motion of her free hand snapping up, the fabric of her cloak fluttering as the stoic faced Sith summoned the power of the Dark Side into tangible kinetic energy. It went surging down through her arm, delicate fingers arcing out at the olive skinned Jedi as a telekinetic Force Push was blasted out of her palm in an attempt to push him back into the writhing crowd of combatants behind him.
LOCATION: JEDI TEMPLE OR SOMETHING
OBJECTIVE: Giving Shara and Ben the quality time they deserve.
ALLIES: Darth Shara
ENEMIES: | [member="Astrian Callus"]
MUSIC SELECTION: Critical Acclaim
The battle called upon him, it drew him in and told him to kill. To spill the blood of the hypocrites of this once proud nation. To destroy and vanquish the stain of corruption that plagued the Galaxy, to rid it of those who thought themselves the Supreme Overlords of the Universe. They messed around with other nations, put their sovereignty at question. Once the Republic fell.. freedom would be their for everyone.
He fought side by side with a… the hell was it anyway. It was beautiful, in some kind of strange, and freaky way. A beast of untold proportions, and strong.. oh so strong. Its mind seemed so foreign to him, and still they were much alike at this exact minute. Both were immersed in the killing.
While [member="Darth Shara"] used the Force to enhance his abilities, becoming harder, better, stronger and faster… he himself used it in other ways. All around him people were being dazed, confused; easy picking for their underlings. Some were being targeted against their own, and the really weak ones collapsed on the spot. Bleeding from their eyes, and crying for help. A Song played in their heads, and even if they survived this day.. it would always haunt them.
Shara targeted [member="Ben Watts"]. Or maybe it was the other way around, hard to disconcern the exact facts in the midst of a raging battle. Ben’s signature seemed familiar, as if they had fought each other once already and then it dawned at him… the Cauldron. In a different time, and a different life they had fought on an abandoned station.
His thoughts were interrupted as someone else decided to join in on the fun. [member="Astrian Callus"]. It seemed the boy did not believe in a fair fight, or maybe he just wished to insult the Jedi Master. To imply that he was not able to defend himself. Either way, a smirk played on Jared’s lips as he watched and then… intervened himself.
As the Knight quickened himself in the Force, to jump in the midst of the raging duel, his mind would be set upon an assault of the mind of which he had never seen its match. The Glory-Song did not look kindly upon those who interrupted a duel, this was certainly not done.
“CLOAKED ONE. ONE OF MANY. YOUR DUEL SHALL NOT BE INTERRUPTED BE SURE OF THAT.”“Try to survive, [member="Ben Watts"]. I see a future where we fight the fight of ages, stay alive.. and I will do the same.”
Then his mind went back to the big pup.
“SO MUCH ANGER, PAIN… HATE. I KNOW YOUR TOUCH, ASTRIAN CALLUS… WHITE PUP. WHY DO YOU FIGHT AMONGST YOUR ENEMIES, JOIN YOUR BRETHREN AND SISTREN, MISGUIDED ONE. OR FEEL THE WRATH OF A THOUSAND SCREAMING SOULS.”
Bit [SIZE=11.818181991577148px]over-dramatic? Probably, but Jared was really pissed, besides if the White Wolf did not have some sort of übermentalwall... well the mental attack he had sent, and was still sending would be a doozy. Like, if a Mandalorian Force Master of the likes of [member="Ordo"] got one-hitted by it? Should at least inconvenience this guy. Hopefully. So yeah, if it did that, then the message coming with it would be that more intimidating. [/SIZE]
LOCATION: Great Hall, near Temple Steps
ALLEGIANCE: Fringe Operative aiding Sith
TARGET: Hasjo Hallu
I might've been under orders to aid a bunch of baby killers, but that didn't make me one of them. I wasn't about to shoot the woman in the back. I let [member="Elayne Hawk"] go. Hopefully she'd just wise up and get the kriff out of the Temple, because a quick glance around showed that the place had devolved into a bloodbath. A Nautolan burst into the Great Hall, running straight for the middle of the fray. I fell back, tracking him as he moved with a ridiculous amount of speed through the ruckus. I knelt behind a fallen statue, idly noting that it was that famous guy. Darren? Darron? [member="Darron Wraith"], yeah that was the name. I used the fallen statue as cover and took careful aim at the Nautolan.
My finger wrapped around the trigger and I started squeezin' away. Two three round bursts zipped toward the Nautolan. The hollow slugs filled with pyrophoric gels would be able to punch through robes and flesh, but would ignite upon contact. One bullet wouldn't set him on fire, but three definitely would. A Nautolan on fire. That would be ironic.
The Maelibus didn't even know of the sniper that had fired upon the Jedi. The disruptor had disrupted his forwards movement when the Jedi fell. He had spared but a moment to look behind him and see where the shot had emerged from. Next time, Vaelokin hoped whoever the sniper was stayed out of his way.
And if not at least hit what they were aiming for.
Turning his head had opened him up for attack, the only warning was a tingling sensation along the spine and eyes widening as he turned his head.
Crimson beam flashing around his body, it stopped her from shearing him in half. But not without it burning a hole in his black robes and just barely burning his armoured scales. His lightsaber stopping hers had been close to her own hilt, and he used that as an advantage to take a half-step, which would approximate the step of the average human, and slid his beam down her blade, with intentions to wound her inner forearm.
The red Jedi smashed both cuts away with a forceful spin of her saber staff. Tucking her front leg over the sweep and released a Push Wave into her opponents square.
She reset and prepared to combo three intermittent strikes against her opponents high and middle guard.
Sokrai fell back a couple of steps, but quickly regained her position. She deftly blocked the attacks against her middle and top areas, as she made a counter-strike against her torso, and then did a flip and landed behind her, jabbing at her chest.
The red Jedi received a 4 cm cut strafing alongside her collar bone during her back step to avoid the jab maneuver. Not staggered and unhindered by pain, the Jedi woman cut low in a shallow feint before releasing another Push Wave into her opponents square. Surprised or not, the red Jedi then lunged forward with a straight spear towards her opponents torso.
Acrobatic users needed to be nerfed with constant control effects like Push and Pull, otherwise their dexterity would always become an advantage during combat. No doubt these effects would continue in earnest from the Jedi as Ronaro attempted to maneuver the field with jumps and leaps.
(How does she know I'm using Ataru? Acrobatics can be used in other forms as well.)
Sokrai managed to dodge the stab, but now without a small cut, as a small amount of blood leaked from the wound. While the Jedi was still charging forward thanks to inertia, she swiftly jumped to the side of her and slashed forward at her moving body, hoping it would make a connection with the blur.
LOCATION: Outer-space OBJECTIVE: Intercepting valuable Jedi Data. ALLIES: A fleet ENEMIES: | [member="Joshua Dragonsflame"] MUSIC SELECTION: PIRATES!
While Jared Ovmar was waiting for his opponent to react to the blast of mindness, something else was happening in outer space. See.. here is the deal with trying to send tera/yota/zetabytes of information to an off-planet location. Such things tend to get noticed.
Especially if the enemy fleet had a couple of nasty Electronic Warfare ships, especially designed to intercept messages and data. Now nobody was questioning how a Jedi Master had the technical aptitude to accomplish such a feat in no less than two posts.
Nothing could be done about the datapad which somehow contained everything. But the ships were very busy, intercepting all the juicy data the former Grandmaster had been sending.
Might be the data was locked, or something. Which was never specified, but even still. The off-world location would not get all that information. That was for sure.
Location:The Siege Tower Objective: Provide Reinforcements for the Republic Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], and [member="Bluejay Ungolfen"] aboard the ship, [member="Ashe the Reaper"] and [member="Aedan Miles"] in orbit Enemies: eBay, and the Sith, except Jared, he's cool
HK just looked back to Sio as she joined him on the bridge,
"There you are, Sio, glad to have you by my side once more."
He then nodded at her words simply, letting her do her thing with the communication consoles,
"Well looks like the Mandos are on the Republic's side on this one, Miles has answered my summon. He owes me one and there is the whole enemy of my enemy thing."
The droid nodded slightly as he looked back to the tunnel of hyperspace out of the viewport.
Soon enough,
There would be a flash of light nearby Coruscant as the Siege Tower entered the realspace, quickly falling in formation with Aedan's fleet, who arrived before hand to secure the position for them, so that the Tower would not be simply shot down by the Sith forces expecting reinforcements to come, due to Isolda's totally not OP farsight (the writer said with just without the abuse of cheeky tongue emoticon).
And a transmission would be heard on Republic and allied channels,
"Coruscant and allies, this is the Siege Tower of the Protectorate, we have arrived with the Grand Alliance of Free People to Save Republic's Butt. You have called for aid. I come here to answer, over."
With that the transmission would cease for now as HK looked out of the viewport at the battle.
"Sio, get ready, Yeoman, sound the alarm to scramble the dropships, we shall enter the fray."
The Yeoman nodded as she carried out the orders.
"Yessir."
HK stood there for a while before he spoke up once more.
"When I find myself in times of trouble-"
One of the officers perked a brow as he looked to him,
"Sir?"
HK continued,
"The Force finds its way to me, speaking words of wisdom-"
The Yeoman sighed and grumbled,
"For Force's sake, he's going to sing again,"
She looked to the Communications Officer,
"Alert the troops."
And HK, just kept it going
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XsQsOjaVUuA
"-Let it be."
He turned about, walking over to his Captain's chair where pieces of his armament lay about, his chameleon cloak resting over the head-rest, his helmet on one of the arm-rests,
"And in my hour of darkness, she is standing right besides me, speaking words of wisdom, let it be."
He started to put his armaments about his belt,
"Let it be, let it be. Let it be, please, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be."
With his weapons safely in their holsters and sheaths, he took his cloak, turning about to look at the viewport, the Sith ships visible in the orbit as they engaged the Republic and Allied forces,
"And when the broken-hearted people living in this world agree, there will be an answer, let it be."
He drawled out, almost squinting at the Sith Vessels as he fastened the clasp of the cloak,
"For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see, there will be an answer, let it be."
Turning back to the chair, he would walk over,
"Let it be, let it be."
He took his helmet in his metal hands,
"Let it be, please, let it be."
HK slipped the protective accessory on his head, his face-plate hidden behind the mask as he cocked his head to Siobhan, motioning for her to follow him into the turbolift,
"Yes, there will be an answer, let it be."
He would step onto the metal floor of the turbolift, once Siobhan would get aboard with him, he would still serenade her with his mechanical drawl,
"Let it be, let it be. Let it be, oh, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be."
The doors of the turbolift would open and they would behold the busy hangars, soldiers getting aboard the dropships, advanced Protectorate fighters launching to provide escort and cover. Four tall, armored, slender shapes would approach them, HK's Greycloak guards, they would great them, most likely to Siobhan's annoyance, with a chorus of,
"Let it be, let it be. Ah, let it be, yes, let them be."
HK nodded simply to them, letting the chorus of four mechanical guards keep going as the group headed towards one of the dropships, his two organic Iron Knight guards joining them with their own addition of,
"Whisper words of wisdom, let it be."
As they would step aboard the dropship HK continued softly, watching the hangar out of the viewport as the vessel lifted off of the floor and began heading towards the darkness of the Space.
"And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light that shines on me. Shine until tomorrow, let it be."
One of the soldiers muttered to himself,
"I wake up to the sound of music, freakin' HK sings to me."
The droid ignored the hushed words, continuing as they sailed the darkness of the void between the frigate and the planet,
"Speaking words of wisdom, let it be."
Soon enough they would enter the atmosphere of the planet, watching the battle taking place on the surface,
"Yes, let them be, let them be. Let them be, Sith, let them be. There will be an answer for this, let them be. Let them be, let them be, let them be, please, let them be."
The soldiers and droids alike on the dropship would echo his words,
"There will be an answer, let them be. Let them be, let them be. Let them be, oh, let them be."
HK softly whispered as he activated his communicator,
"Whisper words of wisdom, 'let there be peace'."
And just to put an oxymoron into all of this, he spoke into his communicator,
"Iron Company, to battle!"
Whether Bluejay was on the same dropship as HK and had to suffer through all of this or got away from it by tagging along with some other dropship, that's completely up to her writer.
Saber staffs have two ends. The red Jedi angled a block with the spear butt of her saber and moved low with her balance. She spun like a top to cut twice against her opponents low guard before rising back into a reset. She throttled her movements to maintain a one-cut distance and keep her combos effortlessly fluid.
