Private Twice Bitten

[Alina Tremiru]

"Thelma. Good name."

Alina continued forward regardless. A flick of her wrist sent her blade towards the stab to batter it aside. She was in pain. Her strength, compared to that of the Padawan. She sighed once more before letting the Force flow freely from her. Not to enhance. To muffle. To sever. Create the void and stop the girl from being able to enhance herself any more as she again swung.

"How many?"

Thelma Goth

 

[Thelma Goth]

Thelma couldn’t help the grunt of frustration that escaped her as her blow was parried. But it was nothing compared to the sense of powerlessness that suddenly overcame her. The Force ceased to be of any help. She couldn’t even feel it anymore.

“What—?!” she blurted, both in response to Alina’s strange question and because she didn’t understand what was happening.

Alina Tremiru​

 

[Alina Tremiru]

Another swing of her blade, this time specifically for the Lightsaber in Thelma's hand. Specifically to sever it. Cut away that source of danger while the Padawan seemed distracted. Take power over her. The more she felt threatened, the more she felt afraid, the more she'd be likely to falter. Even if the Force was still there. Even when the Force would eventually come back.

"Pieces, dear. How many pieces do you want to go back in."

Thelma Goth

 

[Thelma Goth]

Alina’s lightsaber did not touch Thelma’s hilt. The crimson blade burned through flesh and sinew, scorching bone and cauterizing blood.

Thelma stared wide-eyed at the stump of her wrist. Her severed hand fell to the ground, its fingers still gripping her weapon. She was almost too stunned to feel pain. Almost.

Feral rage glinted in her green eyes. In a final act of desperation, Thelma pounced on Alina, wrapping all four limbs around her and holding on for dear life as she bit at the other vampiress’ neck.

Alina Tremiru​

 

[Alina Tremiru]

"Two. Three?"

Alina let out the faintest of a chuckle even as the girl seemed to go feral. She pulled her blade aside. Didn't want to accidentally skewer her. No, not her message to Amani Serys . The bite was a surprise though. Alina got her free arm between the feral attack and her neck, at least protecting herself from a savage bite. Mostly. As iron like as her skin was, sharpened fangs still punctured it.

She smiled, though. Watched the frantic display before swinging her arm around to slam Thelma into the nearby wall.

"Two, two it is."

Thelma Goth