Jonyna Si
Ko Vuto
Rayia’s ear twitched as Ko’s quiet remark bounced around the cavern walls. She could certainly understand why Ko was assigning the tone of regality to the Killtik. Rayia gave Ko a tight-lipped smile, being more familiar with queenly rages than she cared to admit. “
It certainly seems like it, yes,” she replied dodging beneath another swiping set of claws.
Rayia froze however as her tail bristled. Her feet were suddenly rooted to the spot. She didn’t need her tail to sense the tremors of movement coming from the opposite side of the cave. Rayia could feel the low, shuddering groan of rifts slowly opening in her bones. Like hungry mouths, they sucked dirt, rock, bugs, and stone down into the depths of yawning abysses whilst more piled in on top.
Rayia suddenly found herself propelled forwards and hoisted off her feet by an invisible hand. She landed deftly, twisting even in mid air to see a deluge of rock and stone plummet on top of Ko. “
Ko!” She shouted, unable to stop that sudden spike of cold fear in her chest.
Rayia could sense that Ko was fine. Her tail could still feel him scrabbling under the dirt, and some mystical sense confirmed that he was still alive. But despite those facts, she had just seen her fellow padawan battered around by a mountainside. And that was all the opening the beast within needed.
Rayia’s breath came in ragged gasps as the blood in her ears surged to a pounding wave. Her breath steamed from between gleaming slivers of sharp fangs. She whirled around at the sound of Jonyna’s voice, golden eyes glinting wildly in the dim light. Rayia shook her head violently as if to clear it. The sharp sound of a slap rang out in the darkness as Rayia slapped her own cheek to get a grip. “
If he survives this, I’m going to…!” She growled under her breath.
Finally, Rayia stomped forwards and then ripped Light Fang from her belt. She had heard Jonyna roar, and her ears had folded back protectively. Fortunately, the Queen’s posturing response meant that she presented a broad target. ‘…
which was probably the intended effect. Normally I’d say throwing your weapon is a terrible idea. But Mentor did say there were times when we might need to when she taught us,’ Rayia thought to herself.
The familiar blazing tawny blade burst to life with a crackling hiss and a blooming of blistering heat. Rayia drew back her arm and cast. A fiery dart lanced through the air as if from a cannon, calling the flickering shadows of its light to dance. It was headed for the left eye of the massive Queen.