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Spawn of Lirka
TAG: Katarine Ryiah
Gear: Mantle of Ka, Edge of Oblivion, Star of Thustra
She appeared like a beast wreathed in hellfire, a monster carved from blood and iron, twisting and writhing through the burning wreckage like she was born in it. The flames didn't touch her—no, they adored her, clinging to her armor like hungry, desperate lovers, casting her in a nightmarish glow. Smoke curled around her, thick as sin, but she drank it in, let it coil in her lungs like it belonged there.
She moved like something unhinged, something wrong—all jagged grace and wicked, snapping movements, the Star of Thustra carving through the air like it was hunting for its next victim. Her weapon seemed almost alive, thirsting for the next kill, the next taste of blood on steel. In one hand the Star of Thustra, in another, the Edge of Oblivion.
Holding them, stood the demented form of Lirka’s favored daughter.
The Jedi was still standing. A mistake.
Nova laughed—low, guttural, a sound dragged up from the pits of some forsaken abyss. Her lips split into something too wide, too sharp to be called a grin, and her eyes gleamed with the light of the inferno licking at the collapsing walls.
"Still breathing?" She taunted, voice raw, ruined, twisted with something just shy of ecstasy. "Good. I was getting bored."
The building groaned, splitting at its seams, but Nova danced through the carnage, twirling, twisting, thriving in the chaos. She was a sickness, a thing that should not be, reveling in destruction like it was the only thing that made sense.
She would not stop. Not until there was nothing left but smoke, ruin, and the twisted remains of whatever fool had dared to face her.
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Spawn of Lirka
TAG: Katarine Ryiah
Gear: Mantle of Ka, Edge of Oblivion, Star of Thustra
Nova Ka's grin was feral, the firelight gleaming off the sharp edges of her armor. The Jedi moved with precision, grace—a dance refined over years of training. But Nova wasn't here to dance. She was here to win.
The heat would be unbearable in time, her suit protecting her from the worst effects of the fire for the time being. The building groaned around them, the structure buckling as flames ate hungrily at its bones. But Nova thrived in destruction. She was forged in it.
"Not planning on running, are you?" She rasped, voice hoarse but dripping with amusement. The Jedi was holding the line, but Nova could feel it—the urgency creeping in, the knowledge that this place wouldn't hold much longer.
And she would use that.
Nova lunged, not with reckless force, but with something far worse—relentless pressure. Her vibrosword struck at angles meant to disrupt Katarine's rhythm, to pull her off balance. The Jedi's blade met hers in a blinding clash of sparks, but Nova didn't stop. Her attacks weren't elegant, weren't measured like the Jedi's—they were overwhelming, demanding.
Then she changed tactics.
Her free hand let loose the Star of Thustra, throwing it toward the Jedi. She would like dodge, but in time, the blade would return to her.
The pairs weapons would lock, Nova drove forward, letting the fire-blackened ground shift beneath her boots. The moment Katarine adjusted, Nova used the sheer brute force of her body to shove against the Jedi's defenses, forcing her back toward the fire.
"Let's see how well you dance when the floor gives out."
With a savage twist, Nova drove her foot into the weakened boards beneath them, using raw strength to break the ground itself. Wood splintered, fire roared—the very foundation of the pair tilted towards collapse. A sane person might have realized what forces they were playing with.
Nova however, was far from sane.
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Spawn of Lirka
TAG: Katarine Ryiah
Gear: Mantle of Ka, Edge of Oblivion, Star of Thustra
Nova Ka stood amidst the destruction, her form barely shifting as the floor collapsed beneath them. She landed with a grace that seemed unnatural for something made of steel and war-forged flesh. The fires raged around her, reflecting off the dull metal of her armor, but she paid them no mind. Her glowing red eyes locked onto Katarine, reading every micro-movement, every stagger, every breath.
"Crazy?" Nova echoed, tilting her head slightly, bellowing a laugh as if to confirm the jedis question. "No. I’m rather sane, you’re the one that wore a jumpsuit into a house fire. I’m quite suited for this."
She took a slow, deliberate step forward, her movements eerily smooth despite the chaos. Her blade was still in her grip, steady, unwavering.
The Star of Thustra returned, slamming into the floor often the new level her pair were now on. Nova left it there, and spoke, her voice twisted by the modulator within her helmet.
"Your wound is not just physical. That blade is eating at you, isn't it?" She didn't sound concerned—just curious, as if observing an experiment.
“The Star of Thustra is not a natural weapon, its edges are blessed by the very powers your order fears so greatly. You’re the first Jedi I’ve been able to fight….”
For a brief moment, Nova looked up at the collapsing ceiling, at the growing inferno consuming their battlefield. Then, she turned her attention back to Katarine, analyzing, calculating.
“You are right about one thing. We have to leave, eventually. But you? You're bleeding out."
There was no pity in her voice. Just a simple statement of fact.
She inched towards the Jedi, another cackle following.
“Don’t pass out on me just yet, I’d like this fight to conclude with some sort of victor. As my first Jedi foe….I would like to savor this.”
The building groaned around the pair, yet Nova seemed entirely unbothered by the deterioration of the structure.
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Spawn of Lirka
TAG: Katarine Ryiah
Gear: Mantle of Ka, Edge of Oblivion, Star of Thustra
Nova smirked, her stance calm and collected as she eyed Katarine, assessing her carefully. The woman's struggle with the dark side wasn't lost on her—Nova's sharp senses could pick up on the subtle signs of discomfort, the way her energy seemed to waver, her balance slightly off-kilter.
It was almost...endearing, how she tried to mask it with bravado. Nova, however, wasn't fooled. The weakness was there, raw and undeniable.
"You know," Nova began, her voice smooth, almost as if she were speaking to a friend rather than an enemy, "I can't help but admire your tenacity. But I wouldn't get too comfortable. The dark side is more of a siren's song than most realize."
She shifted slightly, a subtle movement that showed she was still in control, poised to act at a moment's notice. "And as for your offer…" She tilted her head, the predatory gleam in her eyes sharpening. "I don't think either 'victor' or 'uncle' will do. I'm afraid you're going to have to try something a bit more creative if you want to get me to leave."
She stepped forward, closer now, her gaze unwavering. "But I will admit, you're entertaining. A little... shaky, but entertaining nonetheless." Nova's lips curled into a faint, knowing smile as she allowed the tension to stretch out between them, waiting to see if Katarine would crack under the pressure or if she'd try something else entirely.
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Spawn of Lirka
TAG: Katarine Ryiah
Gear: Mantle of Ka, Edge of Oblivion, Star of Thustra
Nova's eyes lit up with something just shy of delight as Katarine lunged. The Jedi's bravado might've been masking that trembling edge, but the boldness—it was entertaining.
The kick came fast, precise—clearly Teräs Käsi. Nova recognized it immediately, the way the stance shifted, the strike aimed low to break balance. Efficient. Disciplined. But Nova wasn't just a duelist—she was a weapon designed to adapt.
Her body shifted at the last second, bounding backward with a dancer's grace. The kick slammed into her lower leg, and fro Nova’s surprise, she felt it. Her leg buckled, as she reached for Katarina’s leg, grabbing for the knee, and twisting to try and slam the Jedi down onto the burning floor.
"You're not bad," Nova said coolly, even as her HUD tracked Katarine's posture, anticipating the next strike. "But you're not thinking clearly. I can see it—the haze behind your eyes."
She pivoted, launching a calculated strike aimed at Katarine's shoulder—not deep, not lethal, but sharp enough to sting. To provoke.
"Tell me," She added, voice low and dangerous as she moved in hovering over her foe, "Is it the thrill of the fight you're chasing—or just the next hit of that darkness you can never quite hold?"
Her smile was wolfish now. "I don’t intend to kill you, because I think we can keep each other entertained for some time."
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Spawn of Lirka
TAG: Katarine Ryiah
Gear: Mantle of Ka, Edge of Oblivion, Star of Thustra
Nova took the hit squarely, and the force of it sent her crashing to the ground with a sharp, painful thud. Her body hit the floor with such impact that the very duracrete beneath her began to groan. For a brief moment, she lay there, the weight of the strike rattling her, disorienting her just enough to allow the room's instability to catch up.
Then, to the horror of both fighters, the floor began to buckle beneath Nova's weight.
The ground cracked in several places, long fissures spider-webbing outward from where she lay. The ceiling above groaned as though in protest. Nova's eyes widened in realization just before the floor gave way completely, the duracrete splitting like brittle glass.
Her body hit the floor with a deafening crash, sending a ripple through the structure. And then the real worries began as the floor buckled further, the very foundation crumbling beneath her.
For a moment, the chaos swallowed everything—rubble, dust, and the scream of collapsing architecture. The Selphi rose, moving out of the large dent she had made in the room, though to her surprise her legs weren’t quite what they should have been.
She flopped forward, and the resulting shift broke the floor under her apart. The Selphi sunk into the hole, her enhanced grip taking hold of the quickly crumbling away duracrete she was able to seize hold of.
Her blade left her grasp, out of reach, as she hung, having to readjust her hold as the very strength she used to hold herself up, broke away more of the building.
Below her, the fire roared up like an angry maw from hell, looking to swallow the Selphi whole. If Nova seemed concerned, she didn’t show it, muttered swears or prayers as she shattered her hand holds, her own strength and size proving a detriment as the structure above the pair groaned. The integrity of the building only seemed to worsen with each passing moment.
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Spawn of Lirka
TAG: Katarine Ryiah
Gear: Mantle of Ka, Edge of Oblivion, Star of Thustra
Nova groaned from the pit of twisted durasteel and cracked ferrocrete, the firelight casting an eerie sheen across her armor. Sparks popped from a broken conduit nearby, briefly illuminating her ashen, dust-coated face.
For a moment, she said nothing—just stared up at Katarine with a grimace, half in pain, half in disbelief.
A long, guttural exhale escaped her as she reached out and slapped the offered board with one hand—more an annoyed gesture than an accepting one.
"You're lucky I like dramatic exits," She muttered, trying to shift her weight and failing with a hiss of pain. "Or I'd drag you back down here just to keep arguing."
But still, she reached for the board again, this time gripping it properly.
"Fine. A draw." Her expression twisted into a crooked frown. "But next time, I get to throw you through the floor."
She hauled herself up with a sharp grunt, teeth clenched, muscles screaming in protest, trying carefully to not shatter the offered plank. Her armor was scorched, her pride dented, but her spirit defiant as ever, remained wholly intact.