Aeron Zambrano
The First
The "go!" pierced her concentration, registering a voice she knew and following without question. The battle seemed to be getting more intense with each minute, the close quarters wearing her down with how much quicker she had to move to block each onslaught of strength. She turned to start sprinting for the freighter only to find the assassins strewn in a line between herself and the ship carrying Sochi, a few more assassins behind her as well.
Calm, serenity, peace.
It was hard, but she let herself go to concentration, in the rhythm, using the echolocation provided by her montrals to keep track of those she could not see. When the sound of impact reached her accompanied by confirmation with her echolocation she felt the stirrings of panic, shoving the harmful emotion aside to take the split-second glance over her shoulder. Hasjo seemed caught beneath the Hunter, his lightsaber tossed away by impact. She only had a moment to decide but the choice was easy. As one assassin's down-chop came screaming for her head she ducked and spun, reaching out with her last reserves of the Force and momentum and lifting his lightsaber, flinging it the few feet back in to his hand.
She paid for it however. Her encroaching momentary exhaustion after using the Force for both the elevator, concentrating on defense, and shooting Hasjo's saber back to him made her slow. Even her lithe grace could not save her from the downwards chop grazing along her arm, burning a wide swath of skin and pulling a scream from deep in her chest. It was a wound that while not threatening to the integrity of her arm, made every moment an agony. She finished the turn with a full arch of her saber, bringing it chopping towards the assassin's arms and middle, sure that with such intent she would be able to dispatch him. She needed it - fire burned in her lungs and along her arm, the wound already weeping through the fresh hole in her robes.
@[member="Sochi Ru"] @[member="Hasjo Hallu"] @[member="Erebus"]
Calm, serenity, peace.
It was hard, but she let herself go to concentration, in the rhythm, using the echolocation provided by her montrals to keep track of those she could not see. When the sound of impact reached her accompanied by confirmation with her echolocation she felt the stirrings of panic, shoving the harmful emotion aside to take the split-second glance over her shoulder. Hasjo seemed caught beneath the Hunter, his lightsaber tossed away by impact. She only had a moment to decide but the choice was easy. As one assassin's down-chop came screaming for her head she ducked and spun, reaching out with her last reserves of the Force and momentum and lifting his lightsaber, flinging it the few feet back in to his hand.
She paid for it however. Her encroaching momentary exhaustion after using the Force for both the elevator, concentrating on defense, and shooting Hasjo's saber back to him made her slow. Even her lithe grace could not save her from the downwards chop grazing along her arm, burning a wide swath of skin and pulling a scream from deep in her chest. It was a wound that while not threatening to the integrity of her arm, made every moment an agony. She finished the turn with a full arch of her saber, bringing it chopping towards the assassin's arms and middle, sure that with such intent she would be able to dispatch him. She needed it - fire burned in her lungs and along her arm, the wound already weeping through the fresh hole in her robes.
@[member="Sochi Ru"] @[member="Hasjo Hallu"] @[member="Erebus"]