[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
If Eyrecae showed any apprehension as to her danger, she didn’t show it. Rather, she advanced on the three droids armed with just her mace and nothing else
The droids opened fire, red blaster bolts spitting at the woman. Behind Siobhan, Chesna covered her face and let out a little squeak of fear.
Eyrecae though showed no such fear. Relentless even in the face of death she charged, dodging and jinking, jumping and leaping, but even she couldn’t avoid everything. Before she could close she was hit, the blaster bolt knocking her backwards. A second, then a third hit her, and she staggered to her knees. The droids paused, perhaps unsure what to do now.
Eyrecae’s fists clenched as the serious wounds seemed to mist over with grey, and she rose again, the injuries healing as droids and organics alike watched.
Then she screamed. Not a scream of fear or pain, but a piercing shriek like a banshee, and she charged again.
The droids opened fire, and Eyrecae was hit again and again, but she kept on until she reached melee range. Her first, titanic blow tore a droid’s head off, her second smashing the body to scrap.
A second droid came, the long blade stabbing for her. She parried, but a second slice cut her arm open to the bone. Enraged, Eyrecae hammered the droid into pieces, but in doing so the mace broke.
The final droid shot her again as she picked it up and hurled it against the wall with a crunching, shattering thud.
When the pieces stopped moving she took a deep breath and turned to Siobhan.
There was something deeply primal, unsettling in her eyes. Her robe was torn, burnt, bloodied, revealing a good amount of skin incidentally. All of that did was underscore how primal her fury was.
She said something to Siobhan, a smile on her lips.
Chesna was cowering too much to offer a translation, but it seemed a challenge to Siobhan. A request for a duel?