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Light and fire, Force and flame. As its black eyes melted from its sockets and its bones bled to smoke, the creature shrieked one more time, blood-curdling and deep, nothing like the voice of the woman it had stolen from Eloise's dreams, and then it burst to mist, scattered by the light. Between the two Jedi, the spirit was gone. Exiled back to whatever hell it'd crawled out from.
Now, the matter of the burning chapel.
A wooden beam fell from the ceiling, bursting with sparks, and blinking against the smoke left behind by the creature, Maeve croaked, "It's coming down on us! Come on!"
She took Eloise's arm and pulled her through the chapel. Other nuns lucky enough to have recovered from her and Eloise's thrashing did the same, staggering and stumbling away, the spell over them now broken. They fled out the doors and Maeve followed swiftly behind, flames licking at her feet, curtains burning around them.
Just inches away, a chandelier smashed into the pews, but it didn't stop her, and as the ceiling finally caved, Maeve narrowly charged through the doors outside, to fresh air and safety.
She took in a harsh breath, panting. They were alive.
Something like a smile came to her lips, and she turned to Eloise, glad to see the Padawan alright, glad she hadn't failed Amani in keeping her safe. She supposed this was the moment where she offered the girl apologies for underestimating her, or complimented her for resisting the Sith spirit's call, or patted her on the back for a job well done.
Instead, Maeve crumpled and collapsed from blood loss.
Now, the matter of the burning chapel.
A wooden beam fell from the ceiling, bursting with sparks, and blinking against the smoke left behind by the creature, Maeve croaked, "It's coming down on us! Come on!"
She took Eloise's arm and pulled her through the chapel. Other nuns lucky enough to have recovered from her and Eloise's thrashing did the same, staggering and stumbling away, the spell over them now broken. They fled out the doors and Maeve followed swiftly behind, flames licking at her feet, curtains burning around them.
Just inches away, a chandelier smashed into the pews, but it didn't stop her, and as the ceiling finally caved, Maeve narrowly charged through the doors outside, to fresh air and safety.
She took in a harsh breath, panting. They were alive.
Something like a smile came to her lips, and she turned to Eloise, glad to see the Padawan alright, glad she hadn't failed Amani in keeping her safe. She supposed this was the moment where she offered the girl apologies for underestimating her, or complimented her for resisting the Sith spirit's call, or patted her on the back for a job well done.
Instead, Maeve crumpled and collapsed from blood loss.
