[member="Perla Pirjo"] and [member="Sedita Helion"]
The green lightning was holding against the blast back from the Sith. Petra kept channeling her force and energy from the storm into the lightning she was casting. Signs of her decay appearance were showing in her hands and slowly moved up her arms. This was cause by reducing the focus of the force on her appearance to actual outward attack. The use of her powers got a break when explosion was released. Her sphere kept her from getting pummeled with rocks of all sizes.
Within her sphere, Petra’s arms were decayed with flesh hanging, muscles and bones expose, and ever her left hand hung loosely an inch from her wrist. She did not refocus herself to alter her appearance to a youthful look. The witch stood there to witness the next moments. The care of her looks was at zero for the time.
The lightning storm began to fade away as Petra had used its own natural energies for her attack on Sedita. He lost but was still alive. To add to it all, a witch of sorts that to be a witch to gain rancors trust and use helped the sith escape. This all disappointed Petra very much. Everyone after sith’s death were going to see the Winged Goddess and Fanged God come down upon them. In other words, Petra was unleashing everything she had and did not care about the toll to herself.
Petra walked over to the spot where Sedita landed while the sphere faded. Looking down at the rancor’s head, she released a blood curdling scream. Once she got that out of her system, Petra held her left hand to her wrist and focused the alchemy and spell that had to physically change her appearance to a youthful form to at least give her use of the hand for now. Then she knelt down to pick out pieces of Sedita that was left on the rancor from his impact. Small, very tiny traces of the Sith were collected with care. Scooping some dirt at her feet, she spit into the right hand picked the dirt up.
The traces of Sedita and dirt were mixed. Hands rolled them into a shape as she chanted, “antichi spiriti escono e rispettare la mia volontà” Petra repeated it several times before adding more to it. “Io sono l'unica e vera divinità di Dathomir. Sono il dio zanne e alato dea in vera forma. Io comando la mia volontà sia fatta.” Then she opened her hands to reveal a clay human heart that was faintly beating. Green mist seeped from where the veins and arteries would meet up within a person.
Silence hung around for a moments before Petra finished her spell. “Partecipa a questo uno con gli spiriti dei Dathomir.” She gave a pause. The words that came from her were like whispers into an ear. “Morte a tutti.” With that, she squashed the heart between her hands. Holding her hands together, the green smoke pour out and snaked through air. It slithered on the path Perla had taken while the smoke continued to pour out from her hands to feed its journey.
Smoke also known to the Witches as Spirit ichor moved towards a single target. It no longer matter where her target was. Distance did not matter now just time getting to the target. Petra’s target was of course the sith, Sedita. Flowing and following the path, her spell took a little long than a five minute ride. However it reached up to the two on the rancor. No other will but for Sedita, it plunged into his body. Engulfing the man’s heart, the visible smoke went from him back to Petra’s hands, and once the connection formed. The green smoke did exactly what Petra had done to the clay heart. It crushed the living, beating heart like a hand with in his chest.
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