Sitara Qin
One Hot Mess
Her body skidded against the grass, crashing into various debris of rocks and dirt. Her lightsaber slid beside her, tinging the grass and leaving a slight burn on the side of her right arm.The sun was sinking behind trees that towered above her. She groaned, her fingers gripping onto the blades of grass as she struggled to push herself up.
She hissed, her left hand applying pressure on her arm. She had no time for this BS. Fething green lady was somewhere on her trail and she was at a disadvantage. Sitara should’ve known in hindsight; she was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
She picked up her lightsaber, pressing her body against the rough bark of the tree behind her. She tried to calm her breathing as footsteps approached her hiding spot. The next sound heard would be the crackle of lightning leaping at the advancing figure.
| [member="Cerita Sarova"] |
She hissed, her left hand applying pressure on her arm. She had no time for this BS. Fething green lady was somewhere on her trail and she was at a disadvantage. Sitara should’ve known in hindsight; she was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
She picked up her lightsaber, pressing her body against the rough bark of the tree behind her. She tried to calm her breathing as footsteps approached her hiding spot. The next sound heard would be the crackle of lightning leaping at the advancing figure.
| [member="Cerita Sarova"] |