Pirate Prince
“Perfectly fine, dear,” Arimanes replied to Elise’s shocked exclamation. He was still lying on the floor at the other end of the room, his lightsaber in one hand and Nimdok in the other, but his sense of humor remained unaffected by the ordeal. “I didn’t know you could do a backflip like that. Excellent form!”
The Shroud, already wounded from the initial strike of Arimanes’ lightsaber, no longer had the element of surprise or stealth. It had come to kill Nimdok, and it needed to fulfill its mission, but the odds were stacked against it. So it did the only thing it could.
It became incorporeal once more and passed through the floor, its presence fading from their senses. The “smell” abruptly dissipated as the Shroud made its escape, fleeing the house to seek respite and heal from its wounds.
Several minutes passed before Arimanes was willing to turn off his lightsaber and let go of the weapon he had been clutching so tightly. With the crystal no longer stopping him, Nimdok’s spirit passed through his body like a mist, settling in awkwardly, half-drained. Arimanes winced as the two became one again. Oh, that didn’t feel so good…
“I believe… that creature… was what was making me feel so tired earlier,” he said, not sure how to explain what had just happened. “It must have followed me here. Probably some kind of demonic assassin… A few of the Sith are very fond of such beings.”
He rose unsteadily to his feet, feeling far worse than he had before he fell asleep. Sure enough, he had hardly taken his first steps before he collapsed on the floor again. Miri ran over to his side as he propped himself up in a sitting position with his back against the bed. She threw her little arms around him in a big warm hug, which made him feel a little better, though he was still very weak.
“This is nothing new for me,” he tried to reassure Elise and Kurenai, although given the circumstances and how awful he looked, it probably wasn’t very convincing. “I’ve dealt with the Sith sending hunters and assassins after me before. There's always someone I've managed to anger with my actions, stealing artifacts, hiding information, hoarding power in my own way. In fact, it’s becoming so common that I’m starting to get used to it…”
Granted, he was far from proud of it. Especially when it made others suffer. At least this particular creature hadn't attacked anyone else. It only seemed interested in draining Nimdok.
The Shroud, already wounded from the initial strike of Arimanes’ lightsaber, no longer had the element of surprise or stealth. It had come to kill Nimdok, and it needed to fulfill its mission, but the odds were stacked against it. So it did the only thing it could.
It became incorporeal once more and passed through the floor, its presence fading from their senses. The “smell” abruptly dissipated as the Shroud made its escape, fleeing the house to seek respite and heal from its wounds.
Several minutes passed before Arimanes was willing to turn off his lightsaber and let go of the weapon he had been clutching so tightly. With the crystal no longer stopping him, Nimdok’s spirit passed through his body like a mist, settling in awkwardly, half-drained. Arimanes winced as the two became one again. Oh, that didn’t feel so good…
“I believe… that creature… was what was making me feel so tired earlier,” he said, not sure how to explain what had just happened. “It must have followed me here. Probably some kind of demonic assassin… A few of the Sith are very fond of such beings.”
He rose unsteadily to his feet, feeling far worse than he had before he fell asleep. Sure enough, he had hardly taken his first steps before he collapsed on the floor again. Miri ran over to his side as he propped himself up in a sitting position with his back against the bed. She threw her little arms around him in a big warm hug, which made him feel a little better, though he was still very weak.
“This is nothing new for me,” he tried to reassure Elise and Kurenai, although given the circumstances and how awful he looked, it probably wasn’t very convincing. “I’ve dealt with the Sith sending hunters and assassins after me before. There's always someone I've managed to anger with my actions, stealing artifacts, hiding information, hoarding power in my own way. In fact, it’s becoming so common that I’m starting to get used to it…”
Granted, he was far from proud of it. Especially when it made others suffer. At least this particular creature hadn't attacked anyone else. It only seemed interested in draining Nimdok.