@[member="Tegaea Alcori"], @[member="Judah Dashiell"]
Siobhan Kerrigan was in many ways not suited for the business environment. She was impatient, lacking in education and tended to see the worst in other people and herself. One might also say that her standards for hiring minions could use some improvement, to put it lightly. However, while the stories might be a little bit exaggerated, she had a tremendous talent for dismemberign people and crushing any opposition she faced. Sure, here and there she lost a few limbs along the way, a few buildings got torn down, a couple allies got buried on the rubble.
But to be blunt Siobhan was pissed. More than that she was furious. She heard the war cries from the Dark Eldorai, the razor sharp rounds shooting out of their launchers and shurikens, spewing out death towards them. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Tegaea stumble and a shard graze her arm. Thankfully it had missed her neck. Still...the elves had hurt her.
They would die...painfully. They were insignificant cockroaches and would be crushed like that.
In a flash, even before the salvoe began, her concealed lightsabre leapt into her hand and the blue blade dazzled into existence, Siobhan wielding it deftly to deflect shots, creating a zone of denial meant to to keep the shards away from Judah and Tegaea. The shards of metal could not be reflected back, but that did not matter. She had something...far more brutal in mind as the elves concentrated their fire on her, some of them using the cover provided by their comrades and the boulders in an attempt to sneak around and flank her.
Gazing upon these very boulders she gathered her powers, harnessing the Force and the air currents as she exerted her will, then suddenly a powerful whirlwind, increasing in force with each passing moment, was conjured up, causing a maelstorm of power that swept across the cover. As the elves sought to escape, some being caught in the wind and pulled into the air to be spun around boulders were seized and pulled into the air. Grim and cold resolve was written across Siobhan's face as her will grabbed the boulders and hurled them at the attackers, the improvised missiles shooting towards them as scatter shots with strong kinetic force behind them. Some elves managed to evade, using their natural dexterity, many, already gripped by the wind would cry out in pain as they were smashed into the ground and then crushed.
Already Siobhan was leaping through the air, moving high, very high. One sharp shard of metal struck her arm and pain shot through her but given the state of mind she was in it only fuelled as in midflight she grabbed ahold of an elf firing at her and pulled her towards her, giving her no time to fire once more she ran her blade through her, impaling the woman, the energy blade burning through whatever armour she tore. The elf tumbled down to the ground like a puppet but Siobhan was already in motion again. Without fanfare, without any quips, elves were relieved of limbs, crushed, tossed like ragdolls, one found her shuriken turned against her as Siobhan gripped it with her mind and pumped her full with shards before putting her out of her misery. She was like a whirlwind of destruction, the Force amplifying her speed and agility, aggression emanating from her aura in waves, too fast for their shards to hit and where she was grazed with shots it did nothing to slow her down.
As she butchered her way through she felt a warning in the Force and moved to dodge when suddenly an elf who had remained hidden emerged, this one with the trace of a force signature, blazing righteous anger. The elf witch had gathered her powers as her comrades were being slaughtered and now thrust her hands forward, manipulating the moisture in the air as the temperate dropped quickly around them, the cold shooting through her as cold steam escaped her lips and palms. What she unleashed was effectively a cold blast that blossomed into a magical version of a cryoban grenade, Siobhan being in the blast radius and seemingly caught. The ice around her quickly hardened and shot up, trying to engulf Siobhan as the elf, with visible strain on her face, tried to move one of the smaller boulders.
Then suddenly the ice barrier broke and exploded powerfully, small clumps and icicles flying in all directions. Siobhan stood there, shivering and evidently feeling frostbite but at a wave of her hand the icicles were redirected, straight at the elf, who desperately harnessed her Sciia in an attempt to gather the now free liquid and slam it back against Siobhan. But firmly anchored to the ground and quite simply with years of experience the elf did not have, not bothering to block, Siobhan rode out the wave and thrust her hand forward to send a shockwave crashing into it, causing a crashing explosion. The elf struggled for a short moment, then was caught and thrown across the beach into a boulder, her back slamming painfully into it. Ice cold liquid splashed Siobhan's face, her suit was ruined and she shivered amidst the cold as a chill set in, but she gave the elf no reprieve.
"Death to the monkeighs. Kaeshana will be...," the witch, her limbs and bones broken from being caught with the full force of the blast and she was covered in blood, seemingly unable to move, was trying to reach for her gun, her hand trembling as she painfully tried to aim for Siobhan then painfully cried out, gasping as she out of reflex pulled the trigger, the shot missing her opponent as Siobhan clenched her bionic hand into a tight fist and, quite literally, gripped her heart tight and without further ado crushed it.