The Temple Job

[Delain Afric]

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The Temple Job​

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The offer was simple and paid good money. The only catch, was who he was going after. While his client decided to remain anonymous, all he asked was that Alexandra Feanor would be dead by the end of the day. Delain provided him with his strict rules, and made him pay up front. All he knew was that this Feanor was trained in the ways of the Force, a new and dangerous challenge. But, Delain needed the credits. He had been out of the game for too long, and an itch in the back of skull told him to get back in.​

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A five mile hike following a nearly-dry stream was not what he signed up for. Delain was slightly at unease, he was used to the towering urban environments of Ord Mantell and Coruscant, but the nearest settlement was hundreds of miles away. Nature was not his strong suit. Bugs and parasites bit and nipped at him along his trek, his arms covered in tiny red marks. He quickly drained his flask of water and drank from the stream. Day melted into night, and Delain still had no sight of where he was supposed to be. As darkness began to set in, Delain nearly jumped for joy. A slick, metal wall glinted in the night a few yards away, as the clank of droids marching along its length began to echo. He stopped, quickly fixed his hair, straightened his jacket and pulled out his blaster. He crawled to the base of the compound, wiping off dirt from his clothes along the way. Delain grabbed a small rock off the grown and chucked it over the wall, and a smirk grew as he saw the droids follow the rocks arc.​

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"Oldest trick in the book." He whispered. Delain threw a small hook up onto the wall, and slowly rappelled his way up. A few small bumps echoed out, but the guards were too busy down in the courtyard. Delain rolled over onto cold durasteel, and scanned the courtyard. '12 droids distracted, 3 along the sides and 5 cameras in the complex.' He noted, pulling a small pair of binoculars out of his pocket. Delain flipped a few switches, as colors flashed across the screen. His sight turned blue as the cold droids didn't show in his thermal vision, while a few thermal signatures of small animals popped into his periphery. To his frustration, his target remained elusive. However, a small red blip came moving around a corner in the back of the complex.​

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His target.​

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[member="Alexandra Feanor"]​

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Delain Afric"]





Alexandra was in no way a hard woman to find as she sat taking a long drink from the glass in front of her, a still warmed pot of tea resting on the table alongside numerous different datapads and old form documents on paper. She had no thoughts occupying her mind today, as she had cleared her schedule for the next few centuries, researching old notes and learning more from them. There was this nagging feeling in her mind which caused her to look to the side, expecting to see something. On cue, a girl appeared from a rather plain doorway, dressed in clothes more reminiscent of a noblewoman and not the attendant to a hermit.

This girl looked at the otherwise calm and collected woman that was Alexandra, speaking to her with a young and slightly annoyed voice. "Your droids are off looking at something stupid again. I don't understand why you have not just replaced them with VI or even more AI like myself. You don't even need to give these things living bodies."

Alexandra in response laughed and set the glass down, crossing her hands over the white robes she now wore when she was not out and about with her research or in her garden. They were not as restrictive as they looked and she enjoyed the small bit of deception she allowed with them, sometimes coupling a silver Jedi-like cloak to hide them when entertaining guests and having to venture outside of the Temple to meet them, hiding from them the woman who would be entertaining them.

Today, though, she had no intent of meeting anyone or even bothering with her garden, so she decided to wear the robes out of a habit naturally.

"Eve." She responded after a few moments of thinking about the words. "I don't replace them because I already have you. And If I had more thinking robots on my hands, especially ones that acted like my children, I would soon enough become the crazy woman in the forest putting droids in clones of herself, and I am sure that most people would come to put me in an asylum at that point. No?"

She smiled at the girl who looked like an eighteen-year-old version of her former self and former body. Long were the days of her being an Echani and she sighed before letting her illusion fall, revealing the black hair and annoying tail that the current body gave her. She was more annoyed by the tail as it was forced to be wrapped around her midsection so as not to get in the way, a reminder of a certain Jedi she would enjoy beating with a metal pole.

"I'm going outside for a bit, do keep the pot warm for me, Eve." She quickly said before passing the young AI and heading for the front of the temple.

 

[Delain Afric]

Delain's eyes were locked on Alexandra's figure, watching her slowly move across the courtyard, darting to her robes, straining to see any concealed weapons. Images flashed in his mind of this woman slicing him to bits, while droids circled around taking shots at his lifeless body. He would take no chances. He moved inch by inch across the narrow wall, cramming the binoculars into his pockets. His grip tightened on his blaster as Alexandra moved closer and closer across the courtyard. Delain crawled through the maze-like durasteel, and finally found himself close to the main building. He could hear the slow and steady beat of blood rushing through his ears, he felt the drip of sweat down the back of his neck, his mouth set in a firm line.​

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Seconds grew into minutes, as Delain wrote in slow, steady strokes across his notepad. Folding it, he winced as the sound of metal clipping across his belt rung out. He opened his eyes, his shoulders dropping as he saw no one had noticed the noise. Delain tightly gripped the small flashbang in his hand, feeling a deep rush of air enter his lungs. He sighed, and drew the pin out of its hole. His finger itched at the trigger as he took aim at one of the droids. "3...2...1." The grenade soared across the sky, falling right into the center of the guards, only a few meters away from Alexandra herself.​

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BANG​

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Guards fell over each other, yelling commands as metal scraped against metal. Delain didn't waste anytime, securing the silencer on the plain blaster. One shot burst a droid open. 'One.' Another crashed into its chest, falling over in a burning heap. 'Two.' A guard lost its leg, sparks sputtering. 'Three.' Delain slid off the roof, a short breath escaping as he slammed the dirt. Now, he needed to act fast, as his target wouldn't wait to dice him to shreds. Blaster bolts whizzed by his head as the droids fired in random directions. A couple destroyed each other thanks to the madness, as monotone yelps and the snaps of blaster fire blended together. Most of the droids lay dead, or stunned in confusion. Delain took aim at Alexandra, the sights slightly shaking.​

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He fired. He missed.​

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[member="Alexandra Feanor"]​

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Delain Afric"]

Alexandra turned her head the moment something felt off and saw a small round object strike the ground a few meters away and for a minuscule moment, her mind retreated to curse as it burst.

In this new body, she had stronger hearing than she used to have as an Echani, and the damnable grenade was like a cannon in her ears because of that, sending her hands up to clutch at her head and leave her more than simply stunned. It wasn't enough to knock her out, but her eyes stung and ears continued to ring, trying to find her enemy and fully understanding that there was no way she would be able to focus on the force right now. It took her eyes a few seconds to return, and when they did go back to normal, she found herself staring at a man with a somewhat barely shaking weapon pointed at her, and soon enough the blaster bolt shot out.

To say he missed, was a bit of an understatement. Yes, he did not strike Alex in a way that would take her down, but as her body came down and to the side, the bolt slid across the top of her shoulder and pushed her with enough force to send her tumbling and spiting out another curse towards the man. The wound was clear; her shoulder charred and the clothing near the hit burn with it. Slowly her mind finally focusing and with a cautious hand she placed it on the wound, doing what she could to seal it so that she should fight this assassin without worry of infection. There was no way to heal this wound, no matter how much time she had considering she would never have her focus enough to do so with the current situation in front of her.

"Hello, that was quite rude, and you ruined the upper portion of my robes. I do hope you plan to apologize for that. Otherwise, I might have to force an apology out of you." She stated, right hand reaching out and letting her saber come to her hand, the object having been hidden behind her back and by her robes. "Or, would you like to dance with me. It seems that you are rather interested in having a good time."

 

[Delain Afric]

Delain's eyes slightly quivered as the lady stood up from the shot. While he had grazed her, this was high quality material, enough to send a normal man to the grave. A breath entered his lungs, he clenched his fists. Delains hair was a mess, his collar crooked. Unprofessional. He combed knocked his hair back, rolled his shoulders, and took aim. With his free hand, he pulled out a frag. He took a few steps back, gazing at the hall on the right. 'Living Quarters.' He had done his homework, but Delain didn't know if anyone was home. He turned back to Alexandra, but his vision still lingered on that hall​

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"Dance then." He said in a low monotone. The sights were steady this time, aimed right at Alexandra's torso. The silence was only broken by dying droids rambling incoherent commands. Delain thumbed the pin on the frag, ready to throw. Delain's mind visualized him shooting again, and Alexandra getting up again. 'She won't get up this time.' He tried to convince himself. He pulled the pin. '3...2...' He threw it early. A shadow of a grimace flashed on his face for a glimpse. 'Amateur.' Nothing would be left to chance. Delain stared down the sights, and fired, as a red bolt seared the air and flew straight at her chest.​

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[member="Alexandra Feanor"]​

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Delain Afric"]

Alexandra made no effort even to flinch as he removed the grenade and the moment it left his hand he would soon find it heading up along the path he had wanted, before diving down. Why did it dive down and where did it dive down to, well directly in the line of the blaster bolt, a swift change of direction that brought a smile to her space as her arms shifted and she covered her body with them. They would both suffer the outcome that was to come as the grenade intercepted the blaster bolt, being struck and detonated in the air between them before throwing shrapnel and the blast wave out towards them both.

For Alexandra's credit, she had a bit of a buffer in the same way she had even created the situation, forming a field in front of her, a telekinetic barrier to try and protect her but the wave alone made it buckle, shrapnel passing through and slicing through her robes and into her. She had made sure to protect the more vital places, but she could feel bits of metal digging into her side, cuts covering her arms and legs, and a long trail of blood staining her face as it covered an eye. This man had caused her so much damage, so much that she started thinking back to Tatooine and how she had been hunted down but spared in the end, something she assumed would not be allowed by this assassin.

He had no interest in letting Alex live through this, a plan she did not share for her assassin as she ignored the pain coming from her body to look on at him and see how badly he had been struck by his own grenade.

 

[Delain Afric]

"Chit."​

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A wall of fire and shrapnel greeted Delain as he was flung to the ground. He wildly fired into the smoke, the shots deafened by the explosion. He rolled over, coughing and wheezing, blood flecking the blackened dirt. He hacked up blood, pouring over onto his white shirt. Delain strained to see through the black smoke, only to see a glimpse of Alexandra's sheer white dress. He grabbed the fallen silencer, switched it on, and fired wildly at his target. 'Miss. Miss. Miss.' Delain cursed. He dragged himself across the ground, dirt staining his carefully prepared outfit. He stared at the doorway ahead of him, seeking cover. Every single movement up the Main Hall's steps felt like an eternity as it scraped across his still open wounds. ​

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The Hall was bathed in blue light, his blood covering the floor in a black pool. Delain's scars shone slick with a mix of sweat, pus and blood. He pulled back, bathing in shadow. His eyes glazed over, images of Alexandra flashing across. Crimson ran over his face The room darkened into a deep red. He grit his teeth, dusted off his clothes, stood on shaky feet, and peered out into the courtyard. She still was standing there, looking unfazed. Time for action. His blaster swung up in his vision. Taking carefully aimed shots at Alexandra, Delain was done playing games.​

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[member="Alexandra Feanor"]​

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Delain Afric"]

Alexandra was not as unphased as she appeared, but keeping up a high front helped to inspire a bit of a frantic mind in her enemy. Whether it sparked any fear, she could not say.

It had been a long time since she had fought with the force, longer yet that she grabbed at the darker emotions of her enemies to use them against the people. This man was pushing her, though, putting her back to her old ways and she smiled as she enjoyed the fight that he promised her.

It was the thrill welling up in her chest that she let take over, her eyes closing and the force opening up to her and giving her sight where her eyes no longer could find. Force Sight, a power taught to her by Miralukans who she had taught and who had been of equal or greater standing than her. It allowed her to quickly find the man as he pulled himself up the steps, a trail leading to the man who fired off three shots at her, all of which missed thanks to the state of the location and the man after all this.

It was when he tried to aim once more that a long silver blade erupted from her saber, and her second hand was reaching out to clear the space between them and giving him a clear shot while she waited for him to fire. Her feet were sliding into position, looking towards his direction but with eyes still closed and her breath leaving her, a trail of blood leaking from her mouth and the trail of blood now coating a decent portion of her face. Their exchange had only lasted a few short moments so far, and yet she was getting quite excited now.

"You are fun, shall we continue this dance?" She spoke, a hint of Hel breaking through and two voices wrapping together, each trying to speak over each other. She had no intent to actually kill him, but she would not lay down and let this man kill her. She had friends who still looked up to her and many unfinished plans which he was getting in the way of. She was on guard for the first few shots, wanting him to abandon the weapon and fight her a bit more closely but unsure if that would likely come to pass, knowing most assassins were not keen to get into a hand to hand fight with their targets.

 

[Delain Afric]

Delain heard two voices speaking in unison, challenging him to a dance. Must be the ringing in his ears. However, what he did hear was the tell-tale noise of a lightsaber sparking to life. Silver lit up the night, blinding Delain for a few brief seconds. More grenades seemed to be his best bet, as he tried to keep her at bay. The smoky air seemed to constrict around, him choking his lungs. ​

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"You wanna dance? 3, 2, 1! " He muttered, rolling another flash across the courtyard. Covering his ears and turning his head away, the flash still stained his sight and still rang in his ears, but he had minimized the effects. felt unevenHis chest throbbed as the shrapnel continued to bleed him dry, but Delain powered through, and took a few stray shots at Alexandra's shoulder, hoping he would disarm her. Miss. Another miss. He didn't even bother looking at the last shot.. While he could hold his own in close quarters, Delain preferred to put some space between him and his targets. However, Delain removed a small, slightly flimsy knife from his belt. Always prepared, nothing left to opportunity. He backed up a few steps, keeping his distance from Alexandra. Delain wasn't all that enthused by the prospect of being at the short end of lightsaber. He didn't like lightsabers.​

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However, his aim seemed to be forcing him to take her on in close combat. He kept the blaster in his free hand, the knife in the other, as he slowly walked over to Alexandra. The ground beneath his feet grew uneven and bumpy. 'I have a bad feeling about this.' He thought. ​

Delain didn't feel excited about his prospects.​

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[member="Alexandra Feanor"]​

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Delain Afric"]

Alexandra was not unprepared this time as she saw the cannister and her mind went about creating a small collected barrier in front of her head. Her body was bracing itself none the less as the grenade erupted in a display of light and sound, one that she was thankfully unworried about when it came to light but, her mind had to focus on to lessen the impact of the sound. The barrier she had created would act as a wall between her or hands over her ears, interrupting the sound waves and stopping or at least lessening them to the point where she was not affected by the man's grenade anymore. Yes, she had a sensitive hearing now, and it was clear this man knew that, but to attempt the same trick a third time, well a second time with a flash bang.

The point was that she would not be so easily fooled again and the grenade was something she was not interested in entertaining anymore.

The initial shock of the burst pushed into her eyes behind their lids and against the barrier she had prepared, still pushing through but by far weaker than it could have been when it came to the earlier time and how badly she had been struck by it. She would need to remember about her hearing from now on when she was forced into fights but even then she wasn't sure how to do that and would need to figure out something after this.

A few more shots came towards her, but the only to come close was knocked to the side as she gripped the saber tight and reached behind her for the second on, igniting it with another familiar snap his before rushing in and throwing herself off to the pillar with a grin and head turn towards him, eyes still closed. She had to get rid of that damned blaster and with a quick slice out at the man she tried to remove its muzzle from the rest of it. It was a hope that she was unsure would work, but she would soon find herself with a new problem as she saw the knife.

 

[Delain Afric]

"What the feth?" Delain asked himself, watching as his opponent did... something with the force to eliminate the flashbang. She danced in the air, bouncing around with a grin on her face. She made it look easy. He was a bit impressed, but the fact of her jumping off a pillar and stabbing at him seemed a bit more important. The muzzle was slashed off his gun, falling to the ground in an anticlimactic clank. He chucked the remains of his gun to the side, catching in a burst of flame. The lightsaber singed the air around them, energy pulsing through the space. 'Don't get close to that thing.' He thought. It was too close to rely on grenades and explosives, and she caught on to that idea. He racked his brain for ideas. Nothing. "Lets have some fun!" He said, an edge entering his voice. His hair was unkempt, his face drenched in still wet blood. Adrenaline kicked in, and Delain's planned and methodical strategies were thrown out the window.

His hand flew at her long, flowing dress, attempting to drag her closer. 'Not the best idea wearing that.' ​

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Trying to move capitalize on his move, his right hand flew out as the knife moved straight at Alexandra. Delain tried to stab her straight in the gut, then slash and twist from the inside. Growing up amongst thieves and murderers gave him some experience in killing. It's how you survive. Sadly for Delain, his equipment wasn't matching his skill. The cheap, rusted knife was rather brittle, and chances are it would break easily. Delain needed to think of something quick.​

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[member="Alexandra Feanor"]​

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Delain Afric"]

She watched him in that moment of shock, seeing his face and staring at him while she looked at every twitching muscle, every change in his stance and most importantly the metallic object in his hand that was invisible to the sight of the force. She could only see connected beings when applying the traditional ideas of Force sight, but when developed to use the force like a current, one could see with far more detail. It was no substitute for physical eyes in most cases, but it had protected her from the grenade's visual effects the moment before, and he was getting into the groove now.

Whether he saw the second saber or not was not her problem, and nor was her Robes at this point. The grenade before had shredded the clothing and her quick motions had stretched and ripped the fabric further, annoying her but the extent of her dress being a hinderance was not so significant as would be assumed. Did that save, her, though? Well no, not exactly as his hand struck and out seized hold of the fabric, the tearing sounding a bit more as her momentum and his quick grab worked against the worn fabric, but kept her within arms length.

This was why the second saber had been important for her to grab before charging him, a second silver blade coming in from the side and colliding with the vibro knife, holding it to the side and applying enough pressure for her to keep it away from her body but not cut through it or push him away. It was then that she opened one eye and got a look at her attacker and spoke. "Hmm... you're cute. Shame." With that her primary hand swung out, attempting to take off his arm holding onto her or at least get him to back off a bit so that she could collect herself and think about how to approach this.

 

[Delain Afric]

A moment of glee flashed in Delain, the sight of the vibroknife getting ever so close to tearing into Alexandra. Then, a second saber shot out. "KARK!" He shouted out, his stern facade breaking. 'Why did I take this job?' He thought to himself, his gaze growing blank. Delain snapped back to the fight. The fabric he barely managed to grab tore, and then his enemy pushed his weapon to the side, eyes closed. She said something, but Delain wasn't listening.​

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The second lightsaber lashed out and swung at his arm. Years of instinct kicked in and Delain flung himself back, but the skin on the back of his hand was singed off. 'I am not having a good day.' He stretched his hand, trying to block out the scalding pain. Delain noted that she was planning her next move, but he was still too stunned to really take any action. He was quickly running out of options. Flashes wouldn't work, his blaster was gone, he would have his limbs chopped off if he tried to get in close combat, and his blaster was gone. ​

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Delain had to get creative.​

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He grabbed up a large, fistful of dirt and chucked right into her face, hoping to blind and surprise her. Then, Delain sprung up from the earth, and swiftly swiped at her legs with his own. If his first distraction work, she would be on the ground in seconds, if it failed, Delain had a bad feeling he would get sliced and diced quickly. It was a dangerous move, but risky times call for risky measures.​

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[member="Alexandra Feanor"]​

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Delain Afric"]

The moment he shot back towards her, she had gotten a bit surprised and the dirt came flying. Thankfully one of her eyes were still closed, the dirt striking her face and only getting in one of them. Now, did this mean it didn't sting and wasn't a distraction; no it was certainly a distraction as her head turned away. That was the last thing she had expected from the man, but she knew it was a trick and had been one she used in the past, which meant she knew what was coming next and her body started to drop.

She let go of the sabers, turning them off before they left her hands. She didn't have the time to roll out of the way, or strike back at him and had to find something to do in order to get rid of him before he took the chance to cut her neck which is what she focused on. Her body slammed down into the ground and rather than worrying about taking her saber into her hand, or to look towards a mode of escape, she focused on his knife and tried to heat it up in his hand suddenly. She was no where near as good at Pyrokinesis as a friend of hers, and this was draining on her to do in her already injured state, but it was one of the few options she had left in order to disarm him.

 

[Delain Afric]

"Chit!" Delain cursed, throwing his knife to the side. 'How am I supposed to- Oh yes.' A grin appeared, stretching from ear to ear, staring down at her. He kicked a lightsaber laying on the ground away, and his right hand flew to her throat. Delain's grip went from a loose hold to a strong vice, trying to strangle the last breath out of her. His left went to her eyes, as Delain attempted to push his fingers beyond her tightly shut eyelids. He eyed the lightsabers warily, but Delain hoped that his action of preparing to gouge out her eyes would be distraction enough.​

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Dust was flung up into the air in the pale light, blood dripping down Delain's face. He looked demonic. His eyes seared with anger, his grin beccoming maniacal. For a man who tried his best to appear professional and composed in every facet of his life, Delain was enjoying every last second of this struggle. His eyes flitted across Alexandra, looking for weaknesses to exploit. Gone was the scared assassin, now all that remained was the infamous 'Cleaner.'​

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[member="Alexandra Feanor"]​

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Delain Afric"]

Alexandra's shoulders popped, loudly and noticeably as he got closer and the moment he reached out with his second hand he would find her own stopping it, eyes opening up to stare at him with anger in them. She let her other hand grip the wrist of the one on her throat; her breathing halted, but that was something that almost seemed not to worry her as she glared and started to smile a bit wider. He as choking her and she simply grinned before doing a light shake motion and the Illusion she wore simply faded off.

Delain would probably not be as surprised as others would, likely knowing that Jedi and Sith could use Illusions. And even then the illusion that faded was simply one that would be small as her hair's white color vanished, and an individual white patch remained, crawling out from behind her hair and grinned up at him. Sitting in front of Delain's face, next to Alex's head, was the form of a small white furred wolf. Letting Delain figure out why Alexandra had kept his hands in place rather than try to rip it from her throat, she sent the message to Daeda who simply gave off a quick growl before lunging at Delain with its claws and teeth. Yes, the creature was no more than the size of a Cat, and to most this would seem not too threatening, but an Ashlan Wolf was not so quickly forgotten once it attacked, and she was sure that Delain would remember this, her hands closing like vice grips on his left hand and his right wrist.

 

[Delain Afric]

Delain watched with bemusement as she stopped his hand, and her eyes burned with rage. 'Cute.' He thought, staring down with a grin on his face. She gripped his other hand, and he simply put his weight down on her throat, preventing any air to enter her body. However, the sudden appearance of Alexandra's 'companion' by his side put a damper on his smile. "Wolves. Why the feth not." He dryly quipped. The small yet vicious creature lunged at his throat, but was only met by Delain strongly headbutting the creature away. A whimper escaped the animal, but only for it to snarl and jump at his leg. It latched onto his calf, managing to dig in skin-deep with it's claws. ​

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Delain sent another powerful blow into it's temple, the kick causing a light cracking noise from the beast. It whimpered again, only to once again trying to tear Delain apart. Delain managed to keep it at bay once more, as it grew injured, but it was single-minded in its pursuit of trying to murder him. Delain knew that he couldn't keep this up, because either he would have to fight off two enemies at once, or her precious companion would end up dead, and he would have to deal with a much more vicious counterpart. He put all of his strength to digging further into her eye sockets, moving to wipe her glare from her face. If she was blinded, it would be a lot harder to for Alexandra to pull of her impressive Force tricks and skillful jumps and slides. Delain kept kicking at the wolf, but it grew wise and move around to jump on his back, it's claws scratching and tearing at his skin. While it certainly hurt, Delain was completely focused on distracting (And then killing) his target. He would have to deal with the wolf sooner or later, the blood loss would certainly get to him at some point, but Delain would deal with his biggest threat first.​

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[member="Alexandra Feanor"]​

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Delain Afric"]

Her vision was starting to grow blurry, a fact she couldn't ignore and while she would be able to slow the other hand, the longer it took the more danger she would be in. So instead of waiting, she sent a quick and simple message to Daeda and let him take charge while she worked on trying to rip the hand from her neck. All she needed was a few more seconds and Daeda would grab what she needed, but until then she tightened her grip and a quick feeling would shoot through Delain, that feeling someone gets when an electric current is sent through them.

It was the only warning he would get as bolts shot from her hands and directly into him, though would not sear and cause pain like what the Sith could do with the power. Electric Judgement was meant to disable rather than kill, though it still hurt like a queen and would start to sap his strength out as well. She only needed him slowed and this would certainly do it before daeda would work to retrieve the item as she had asked of it.

Soon enough there would be a weight on Delain's back and a bit of metal pressed into his neck from the back and angled in such a way it would miss his companion.

"I can activate it, let go or else." Was all she could manage, her vision beginning to blur heavily.