Aela Talith
The Righteous
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
She pulled herself up almost immediately, it was fast, liquid, smooth as water flowing over a rock.
Aela gave him no time to rest, no time to take any other action. Her clothes were muddies, but they didn't slow her as she once again was upon him. The flicker of her movement could be seen by those watching, the odd blur of her body as she swept towards him. Her lightsaber remained on her hip, her hand closing into fists.
He dropped to one knee, and she answered.
Her left hand came up, her palm opening and reaching towards the wrist of his lightsaber hand, grasping for it to place it in a vice like grip between the fingers of her crushgaunt. At the same time her leg popped forward, it's shin protected by a thin line of armor made by Vanir Technologies. Her foot projected forward in a sweeping kick, aiming to knock him from his perch and face first into the mid where she would twist his arm and pin it behind his back.
One smooth liquid motion, a break of his momentum and a disabling of his body.
Cold dispassion played across her face as she moved, disappointment in her eyes and anguish pouring through her soul.
She pulled herself up almost immediately, it was fast, liquid, smooth as water flowing over a rock.
Aela gave him no time to rest, no time to take any other action. Her clothes were muddies, but they didn't slow her as she once again was upon him. The flicker of her movement could be seen by those watching, the odd blur of her body as she swept towards him. Her lightsaber remained on her hip, her hand closing into fists.
He dropped to one knee, and she answered.
Her left hand came up, her palm opening and reaching towards the wrist of his lightsaber hand, grasping for it to place it in a vice like grip between the fingers of her crushgaunt. At the same time her leg popped forward, it's shin protected by a thin line of armor made by Vanir Technologies. Her foot projected forward in a sweeping kick, aiming to knock him from his perch and face first into the mid where she would twist his arm and pin it behind his back.
One smooth liquid motion, a break of his momentum and a disabling of his body.
Cold dispassion played across her face as she moved, disappointment in her eyes and anguish pouring through her soul.