An Alternate Ending (Non-Canon Future Event)

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra breathed in as she sighed, there wasn't much left as her body rose and she looked down at her form. Today would have been sixty years her age, she was an old woman in the terms of chronology, but her body was that of a Zorren's. She remained young, be it if she viewed what had passed in the sixty years a life time to herself. She knew that it would not become a lifetime for her for a very long time and yet there was something that she had to deal with as she stood there and sighed.

She never enjoyed fighting her old students, Hakora had been one of those times, Krest had been another, Minna had been one, all of them had been special fights that drained her physically and mentally and even after her body had given up she was saddened even now and her hands touched at the hilts of the blades on her waist. This man had been her newest failure, her newest betrayal and her newest danger to the very thing she held dear. Her hands touching the cylinders at her waist slowly now, grasping them tightly and staring at the direction she sensed the newest failure of hers.

She hated this, she hated fighting them. But it was that hate that made her steel her emotions themselves and breath in. It was time she dealt with her own mistakes and removed the danger she had created. Maybe she was being too critical, but they would fight and it would not be held back. They would fight and in the end each would hold the other's life on the line, maybe? She didn't know anymore and her eyes closed as she waited for him to arrive. It was going to be strange but she needed to know if things would truly end like this.

 

[Galen]

Galen, by contrast, didn't have the luxury of a millennial lifespan. He was in his late forties now, though age had done nothing to diminish his vigor. In truth, he was every inch the warrior he had always been, intent on pushing his body beyond its limits in order to redefine them. He approached at a walking pace, clad only in light grey robes despite the frigid temperatures this high in the mountains. His katana was sheathed at his back and the wakizashi at his left hip, and a dozen throwing knives adorned his thighs. He wore a pair of bracers, as well as armored boots, but was otherwise unprotected, preferring instead to remain light on his feet. He knew all to well how quickly his former master could move, but was confident he could keep pace with her if need be.

He'd opted to forego the use of a blindfold on this occasion, instead leaving his eyeless face uncovered. Normally he would have done the opposite as a matter of courtesy, but he saw no reason for it here. He slowed as he drew nearer, then halted entirely at a distance of ten meters from the woman.

"This could have been avoided if you'd simply left me alone." Snow swirled in flurries between them, though it was barely more than ankle deep. "But you couldn't let it go, could you?"

He'd been tempted to ignore her when he received her summons, but he knew her too well to believe she would just leave him to his own devices. She had a stubborn streak, and if he didn't face her now she would only become a much larger problem given time. So here he was, ready to end her life merely so his own could continue without annoyance.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Galen"]

"Quiet now Galen, you might over exert yourself out here in your aging body..." She looked over her shoulder as she sighed and shook her head. It was a shame to see another of her students failed an fell on a path that was less than desirable. "You know, when i had taken you on as a student, i had thought the cchoice was made for a good reason. That this would not come to pass but honestly, this was unavoidable after you had left us and my teachings. I wish there was a chance to turn back time and alter it's flow, but doing so would be against the natural order of the force and the universe itself... so instead i will correct my mistake now and here."

The woman let her hands drift over the bodies of her sabers, tracing the shape of them and waiting for him to move or not but instead of drawing the blades themselves, sparks moved over their form and with a quick movement she let a concentration of lightning fly from her hand at him. This was not Force Lightning though, not in the traditional sense of its use. It was instead it's lightside cousin Electric Judgement. The strike was meant to sap his strength if it hit, or if it didn't to make sure that he drew his saber first. She had known for a while now how strong her former student was, so she had no wanting to prolong this and instead she wanted to make sure that she wore him out as fast as she could.

 

[Galen]

Ah, lightning. He felt the charge in the air only a moment before she struck, and having no time to draw his blade in defense simply raised his right hand to catch the barrage. Almost immediately, he wished he'd spent more time mastering this particular application of the skill, as although he was able to absorb the majority of the burst, several tendrils still arced up his arm leaving burns in their wake. A small portion of the energy would be used to accelerate the healing of said burns, but he had another purpose in mind for the rest.

The moment her torrent ceased, he stepped forward and planted his right foot, then brought his left leg up as he spun counterclockwise, using the garnered momentum to deliver a vicious side kick straight at her chest. Given the distance between them, the blow had no hope of physically reaching his opponent, but it was not shadowboxing he practiced now. Instead of simply wasting the motion, he would project it outward with the intent of striking the point where her ribcage came together, suffusing the telekinetic blow not only with the physical momentum of his leg, but with the power he had garnered from her lightning attack as well.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Galen"]

She had used telekinesis in the same way numerous times, it didn't make that any different from what she was about to feel though. The blast of force energy came straight at her chest, aiming to take her down as fast as it could and her arms could only provide a minimal shield against something like this and only the left over energy saved her from her chest getting crushed. Thankfully, it was still enough for her just to be sent flying... not so thankfully, she was sent flying.

As she left the stable ground below her, she knew that what she would hit would be no more comforting then taking a strike witout the small shield she had been afforded. That was proven true as her body struck the stone behind her, slamming into it and sending the air out of her lungs and causing her vision to blur as Garen stood there with the upper hand. She hated fighting her students, she hated it more than anything else in this galaxy and it caused her pain to reach out and strike against them. She didn't want to cause them harm, but this man was not going to let her simply incapacitate him. 'Please make this end fast...' Her breathing returned to normal as she cast her gaze on Galen once more.

 

[Galen]

He didn't wait for her to finish her mad dash backwards into the rock face before striking again, drawing a pair of knives out of their sheathes and hurling them one after the other. The first would be aimed to strike her chest, and the second her right eye as she raised her head to look at him. One of the gifts of the Miraluka, and the reason it was often so difficult to kill one, was their innate propensity for force sight. That much was known throughout the galaxy, but what was known to far fewer individuals was the gift that granted in terms of foresight. A great many Miraluka possessed the capacity to glance mere moments ahead nearly on a whim, and it was this adaptation that allowed Galen to place his aim not where she was, but where she would be when his blades reached her. It was one of only a handful of abilities she had never had to teach him, and one of the even smaller number of abilities in which his talent exceeded hers.

"For one who appears so young, you're getting slow in your old age, Master."

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]