Invasion Z is for Ziost! (The Primeval invasion of Silver Sanctum Ziost)

[Kana Truden]

Objective: A
Location: Outside the walls.
Allies: None.
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Connor Harrison"]
Gear:

• Lightsaber (Blue)
• Lumen Mk. I (Concealed)

Iron and salt. The man’s vitality graced the biting woman’s tongue and for a second the taste of blood was all she could focus on as the sensation of tasting his pain washed over her. The man rapidly reached up to claw at her cheeks to let go of his lip and there was little Kana could do but merely let him ravage her face with the gloves of his armor. Tear for tear her grip diminished until finally letting go at the tug of her hair.

A wicked laughter emanated around them as Kana was allowed to feel the only constant she had come to accept in the galaxy: pain. Her head arched back, her back curved in delight. The laughter continued and in it’s midst came the swing for freedom that the woman had come to crave. Rolling out of the man’s grasp she stood up to ready her saber, but to her surprise she found herself getting lectured by the man’s friend.

Hand reaching up to wipe away the man’s blood she accidentally managed to smear it across her chin instead. An eyebrow lofted as the woman pointed the emitter of her blade against the former Jedi Master’s chest. A grin spread on her lips as she leaned in towards the girl in a whisper.

“Prove it.” Came the solemn dare. “I don’t believe you.”

Because Kana was still in her light plated armor. Perhaps it was overconfidence, or maybe Kana truly was as stupid as one could believe. Nonetheless the Healer’s left hand reached out to grab the other woman’s wrist to divert it away from her chest. Meanwhile her right hand was swung with a temper for Keira’s face.

Escape, distract, react and attack.

That almost rhymed, actually.