He was screeching through the air, and it was whistling in his ears. Everything was leading to this moment, and finally some measure of vengeance would be given out. All the training would be worth it, the fall that had lead him to this point in his life would take greater meaning. Every sacrifice he had made, all the training was coming to this. It had built up, and built up just for this one calculated strike. Sure, conquest and worlds burning had been hallmarks of his ascendance to power, but the defeat to Shorn still stung him. All of his personal success meant nothing if that one defeat was left unchecked, he would have Shorns head, heart, and whatever else he wished to take from his corpse after this battle. Now he just had to make contact with his blade, and run through Mikhail and this whole mess would be over with. Granted, there would be a fallout with the Republic, and the escape. None of that mattered, all he needed to do was destroy Shorn and it was all over with. That singular goal filled his mind as the wind whipped his ears.
Then he was very rudely interrupted.
Precognition was a fickle thing, it only gave a milliseconds advance knowledge. Thus all Jacen could do was drop, and even then the lightsaber still kissed his skin. "Ahhh," he screamed as another explosion dropped him even further in his flight. More shrapnel bounced off the field around him, and he thanked the Force he was still alive silently as the pain and heat only fueled his rage further. Cavill fell into a spin for a moment as gravity took hold of him, and he could see drop pods descending through all the chaos around him. Traffic was still ongoing, albeit at a much more hectic pace than usual. People were fleeing the now destroyed Senate building, and it took all of Jacen's control to get his body floating again and not hit any cars. One he was steadied, he looked around and felt for that one life essence he had been battling against since this had started.
"Shorn." He said to himself as he found the hole in the skyscraper. Kryptus looked around, and realized something he didn't want to admit. "We're outgunned, and outnumbered." Spencer's thoughts rang in his mind once more, and he sent a message to her. Good, make haste if you don't mind. I fear you will be able to find us easy enough, just don't put your ship on the wrong side of the building please. I fear we are about to cause more damage...well not fear but you understand. The monster sent it's dark thoughts to his old mentor and he once more used his reserves to fly through that hole and land in a rolling heap on the ground.
More glass and debris tried to embed itself in his blood-covered skin, and as he stood to his feet he felt weak. Yellow eyes were beginning to turn back to blue, and fatigue was racking him. All of his bones ached,and he felt as if he had been in a million battles within a span of minutes. Proud shoulders fell with each breath, and Jacen could feel the end was coming for this battle. How much more do I have? It wasn't a thought he ever thought he'd face, but his reserves were close to being fully exhausted. There was possibly just enough for one more bold attack in him, but to do battle with Shorn and the Republic? It would be a fools errand, and he didn't intend to be gone from this galaxy any time soon. Exhaustion was etched in all of his features as he took weary steps towards the man he had been battling. Seeing him in this state gave him something he never thought he'd have for his enemy.
Respect.
His knees wobbling as he began to build up all he had left, he saw that the building they were in wasn't that thick for a skyscraper of it's height. This may work, he thought as that familiar burning feeling overcame his head. "Listen, as much as I've wanted you dead. I don't want to die because of this or be trapped by the Republic. Spencer Jacobs is on her way, and we're both about to be spent. We can shelve this right now, and either fight to the death later or talk this over." Cavill's eyes were glowing again further, and he was about to have to choose between the building or one last shot at Mikhail. "So, I'm going to fire this blast with the power I have left completely exhausting myself. You can either help and knock this building over, or you can attack me and fight the Republic alone or escape together." The energy was building up further, and Cavill turned to look at the central support in the center of the building.
"The choice is yours."
For the last time that day, Darth Kryptus poured everything he had left into that final blast of deadly sight as he sliced everything that was holding the structure up on their floor.
@[member="Spencer Jacobs"] @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @[member="Sargon Vynea"]
