Mother of Pearl
LOCATION: Spaceport - Engaging
OBJECTIVE: 2
ALLIES: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]/[member="Trix Bastin"]/[member="Ayme Katash"]/[member="Olivia Durant"]
The Acolyte that had chosen her wasted no time, flying towards her with a flourish of her lightsaber. Prepared, Joza swung her own blade and was able to get a brief look at her opponent as blue and red plasma sparked against each other. She was roughly the same age as Joza, with long dark hair and dim purple eyes. As they clashed, the Padawan could feel the fear and loathing emanating from the Acolyte, the intensity of emotions a bit of a surprise to her.
Joza leaned forward slightly, enough to keep her balance solid as she slid the offending saber down her own, guiding it to the side. She bent her knees as soon as it cleared, thrusting her hip and her blade forward as she attempted a quick vertical slash at the Sith’s side. The Acolyte dodged and moved a few paces back as Joza stumbled forward from her own momentum.
Why didn’t she attack me? She came at me with such force before, but she’s hesitant to take an opening now? Joza hurried to re-establish her balance, widening her stance and bringing her saber up and over her head in a traditional Soresu manner as if she were waiting for the Sith to make the next move. There was the briefest of hesitations between the pair, until the Sith woman could take it no more. All around them were the sounds of fighting, and it urged her forward. She charged at Joza again, attempting to deliver a wide vertical strike in a manner that would bisect the other woman if she had the ability to.
Muscles jerking suddenly, Joza side-stepped the blade. As she did so, her hair whipped to the same side as attacking lightsaber, a few inches of her red tress falling victim to the Sith’s crimson blade. With little time to mourn the loss of a few locks of hair—which she was trying to grow out, by the way—the pink Padawan dropped and rolled to the side to avoid the diagonal follow-up slash, kicking the Sith’s feet out from under her with a sweeping motion of her leg.
OBJECTIVE: 2
ALLIES: [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]/[member="Trix Bastin"]/[member="Ayme Katash"]/[member="Olivia Durant"]
The Acolyte that had chosen her wasted no time, flying towards her with a flourish of her lightsaber. Prepared, Joza swung her own blade and was able to get a brief look at her opponent as blue and red plasma sparked against each other. She was roughly the same age as Joza, with long dark hair and dim purple eyes. As they clashed, the Padawan could feel the fear and loathing emanating from the Acolyte, the intensity of emotions a bit of a surprise to her.
Joza leaned forward slightly, enough to keep her balance solid as she slid the offending saber down her own, guiding it to the side. She bent her knees as soon as it cleared, thrusting her hip and her blade forward as she attempted a quick vertical slash at the Sith’s side. The Acolyte dodged and moved a few paces back as Joza stumbled forward from her own momentum.
Why didn’t she attack me? She came at me with such force before, but she’s hesitant to take an opening now? Joza hurried to re-establish her balance, widening her stance and bringing her saber up and over her head in a traditional Soresu manner as if she were waiting for the Sith to make the next move. There was the briefest of hesitations between the pair, until the Sith woman could take it no more. All around them were the sounds of fighting, and it urged her forward. She charged at Joza again, attempting to deliver a wide vertical strike in a manner that would bisect the other woman if she had the ability to.
Muscles jerking suddenly, Joza side-stepped the blade. As she did so, her hair whipped to the same side as attacking lightsaber, a few inches of her red tress falling victim to the Sith’s crimson blade. With little time to mourn the loss of a few locks of hair—which she was trying to grow out, by the way—the pink Padawan dropped and rolled to the side to avoid the diagonal follow-up slash, kicking the Sith’s feet out from under her with a sweeping motion of her leg.