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The beams that erupted from her eyes hits my shield. My face burns. My eyes feel like they are being burnt out, then the light leaves them. I see...darkness. It swallows me. I have at times wondered what Elpsis sees when she looks at the world around her. Now I know. I no longer feel Rebirth's hilt in hand. It must have fallen from my grasp. My chest pains me. It feels like being pierced by sharp needles. My chest tightens and I gasp for air. That heart condition never went away. It does not matter. I will not be brought down by something so...pedestrian and humiliating.
Rage builds up inside me. I can no longer see the Sith. But I can still sense and hear her. I just need to follow the tendrils of the Force...and direct the rage inside me to their source. I hear her advance towards me - and her groans pain and what must be tiredness. She is not unscathed either. I raise both my hands and a storm of tendrils erupts from my fingertips, surging through the air to cross the distance towards her. Force Drain cannot be taught like Lightning or Telekinesis; it is learned through experience. I am very hungry and I want to gourge myself on her.
The tendrils connect and I eat through her shield. I hear her growl in anguish, and for a moment I feel invigorated. The tightness in my chest seems to recede, as does the pain in my leg. My vision seems to improve. In the darkness, I can perceive her blurry shape and crimson aura. It feels good to know she is in pain. I vaguely hear something sail through the air. Too late do I realise what it is. Then white-hot pain explodes in my leg as it cuts through it. Her shoto. The smell of burning flesh wafts into my nose and I clutch my wounded leg.
She is approaching - slowly. I gasp for air. Telekinetic power builds up inside me. I can still vaguely perceive her shape. She is wounded. I feel her pain and her fury. I let it fuel me. I slam the power of my mind into her. I cannot really see her body. But I can envisage an action, and will it into being. My body fails me, but my willpower will not. And right now, I imagine her lung collapsing. And so it does. I know what a collapsed lung feels like. Like a sharp, stabbing pain in your chest. The pain grows worse when you breathe. She howls in anguish. I cannot give her a respite. I will the Force to deliver a terrible blow against her skull.
She roars. Loud enough for the ground to shake. It is like the howl of an enraged animal and it slams into me like a shockwave. It knocks the wind out of me. My chest explodes in pain and my head is left spinning. It thunders inside my head. My eardrums feel like they are bursting, and blood seeps out. I cannot see and barely hear anything. I throw another telekinetic blow at her. Stonewalled. She is close. The Force screams a warning inside my mind. I feel her coming closer. There is a sharp stab inside my chest. I fumble about, like a blind woman in the dark. I cannot pull back and I cannot take off into the sky and rain destruction upon her.
My chest feels like it is burning. Only one move left. I fumble and my fingers manage to wrap around the pendant on my neck. In truth, it is a hold-out bolter. I smell ozone - her lightsabre is closing in - and fire. Boom. Buckshot sprays her. Judging from the cry of anguish, I must have hit her montrals. Maybe I have blown it off. That would be nice. There is no time to reload. I summon the Force, but she is faster. She thrusts, and the armourweave is no protection against a direct strike. Burning agony surges through me as the tip of her blade pierces my chest. I am down on the ground. What little vision the Force gives me has left my eyes.
Then suddenly I feel her hand touch my flesh and dark power surges through. The pain recedes. Why? Dimly, I hear her. "Do you yield?" her voice is laboured and she coughs badly.
"Frak off," I spit blood. What vestigial energy I have summons lightning. It is a feeble attack, but I will not go down like a craven.
Then the agony is back as she stabs again. "Then you have chosen ignorance." This time she does not stop with the tip. As the blade pushes inside me, I hear gunfire and the roar of engines. Then it is all black.
The beams that erupted from her eyes hits my shield. My face burns. My eyes feel like they are being burnt out, then the light leaves them. I see...darkness. It swallows me. I have at times wondered what Elpsis sees when she looks at the world around her. Now I know. I no longer feel Rebirth's hilt in hand. It must have fallen from my grasp. My chest pains me. It feels like being pierced by sharp needles. My chest tightens and I gasp for air. That heart condition never went away. It does not matter. I will not be brought down by something so...pedestrian and humiliating.
Rage builds up inside me. I can no longer see the Sith. But I can still sense and hear her. I just need to follow the tendrils of the Force...and direct the rage inside me to their source. I hear her advance towards me - and her groans pain and what must be tiredness. She is not unscathed either. I raise both my hands and a storm of tendrils erupts from my fingertips, surging through the air to cross the distance towards her. Force Drain cannot be taught like Lightning or Telekinesis; it is learned through experience. I am very hungry and I want to gourge myself on her.
The tendrils connect and I eat through her shield. I hear her growl in anguish, and for a moment I feel invigorated. The tightness in my chest seems to recede, as does the pain in my leg. My vision seems to improve. In the darkness, I can perceive her blurry shape and crimson aura. It feels good to know she is in pain. I vaguely hear something sail through the air. Too late do I realise what it is. Then white-hot pain explodes in my leg as it cuts through it. Her shoto. The smell of burning flesh wafts into my nose and I clutch my wounded leg.
She is approaching - slowly. I gasp for air. Telekinetic power builds up inside me. I can still vaguely perceive her shape. She is wounded. I feel her pain and her fury. I let it fuel me. I slam the power of my mind into her. I cannot really see her body. But I can envisage an action, and will it into being. My body fails me, but my willpower will not. And right now, I imagine her lung collapsing. And so it does. I know what a collapsed lung feels like. Like a sharp, stabbing pain in your chest. The pain grows worse when you breathe. She howls in anguish. I cannot give her a respite. I will the Force to deliver a terrible blow against her skull.
She roars. Loud enough for the ground to shake. It is like the howl of an enraged animal and it slams into me like a shockwave. It knocks the wind out of me. My chest explodes in pain and my head is left spinning. It thunders inside my head. My eardrums feel like they are bursting, and blood seeps out. I cannot see and barely hear anything. I throw another telekinetic blow at her. Stonewalled. She is close. The Force screams a warning inside my mind. I feel her coming closer. There is a sharp stab inside my chest. I fumble about, like a blind woman in the dark. I cannot pull back and I cannot take off into the sky and rain destruction upon her.
My chest feels like it is burning. Only one move left. I fumble and my fingers manage to wrap around the pendant on my neck. In truth, it is a hold-out bolter. I smell ozone - her lightsabre is closing in - and fire. Boom. Buckshot sprays her. Judging from the cry of anguish, I must have hit her montrals. Maybe I have blown it off. That would be nice. There is no time to reload. I summon the Force, but she is faster. She thrusts, and the armourweave is no protection against a direct strike. Burning agony surges through me as the tip of her blade pierces my chest. I am down on the ground. What little vision the Force gives me has left my eyes.
Then suddenly I feel her hand touch my flesh and dark power surges through. The pain recedes. Why? Dimly, I hear her. "Do you yield?" her voice is laboured and she coughs badly.
"Frak off," I spit blood. What vestigial energy I have summons lightning. It is a feeble attack, but I will not go down like a craven.
Then the agony is back as she stabs again. "Then you have chosen ignorance." This time she does not stop with the tip. As the blade pushes inside me, I hear gunfire and the roar of engines. Then it is all black.
