The man gasped, then choked as his body withered, neck in The Amalgam's grasp. His comrades around him sliced open or pulverized on the city's perimeter. The Shi'ido knealt over him, smiling in delight as his eyes whited over and he finally mummified.
She had neutralized enough of the perimeter guard that it would be at least a short while before they could muster reinforcements properly, so she took the opportunity to cloak herself, fully replenished. She shut her staff off as she darted through the gates, finding the ruined, garbage strewn city to have a smell worse than the underworks she had inhabited once.
Fires in dumpsters,, trash in the streets, husks of ancient vehicles and crashed starships, gangs of men and women too heavily armed for their own good, but just enough to make interesting for her as she stealthed her way deeper into the streets. They all had their guns pointed in her direction, so she had to be extra carefull to avoid stepping in waters or deep mounds of garbage as she got closer to their firing line, drawing her unactivated staff as she got closer.
She would have to be tactical about this. Strike too early and they would react too quickly. Strike in the wrong place and she wouldn't get enough of them.
She spotted a cluster of them together. Some of them had grenades--"
"NOW!" she heard a woman yell.
Only her Force Senses, which had the briefest of time to warn her, saved her from the severe amount of blaster bolts that screamed in her direction. She decloaked, her purple adegan blades whipping around a petite frame at high speed, at least compensating for her lack of knowledge in actual Soresu in that no bolt hit her. But it was coming in so fast and heavy she couldn't advance. How had she been spotted?
Through the screaming streams of bolts she slapped aside randomly with her staff she saw and sensed the answer. A Miralukan. Strong presence in the Force. Likely trained. She was atop the roof of a burnt out and ancient hanger, wearing black and red armor, a black sash across where her eyes would normally be present on a base human.
Her hair was blond, cropped short, and in her hands were twin longswords.
She recognized her. Merith. One of Ursula's friends. She had been tracked here. And an ambush had been set up.
She had to think fast. It was only a matter of time before one of these lug heads got the bright idea to toss a grenade. But she could not advance under such heavy fire and her reflexes were already at the end of their superhuman limit.
She could not advance so she decided to go up. She leapt with the Force, but much of the fire traveled up with her, forcing her to deflect shots even in mid-air as she sailed over them. She unleashed a heavy bolt of purple lightning from her hands that smacked into one with a grenade on his belt, causing it to detonate and caused a commotion among the others as she landed smiling like the insane murderer that she was as the explosion gave her the opening she needed as she sprinted towards them, her purple double blade being seperated into two lightsabers as she Force Jumped, channeling her hate into her motions, savagely dismembering the first thug they came into contact with.
She really couldn't help but be disappointed in the gangs' short sighted nature: If they had really hoped to mount an effective defense they would have come together and at least gotten the garbage off these streets. It was times like this she could really appreciate the order that the Sith brought...any government that had dared base itself on the Republic would no doubt have sought to reform such wretches...but she knew these types. She'd had to survive them in the underworks in her youth.
They never reformed. Even when it would have certainly benefited them. It was an observation that could have been applied to The Amalgam also, but both vanity and hubris would prevent her from realizing this. At least, until much later. But, by then it would be far, far too late for it to be of any use to her.
As she cut viciously into the next gangmember, she Force Jumped backward, still deflecting expertly aimed bolts, although because she had thinned their numbers, they were no longer able to concentrate such a high amount of blaster fire as when she'd been given away by Merith. Was she leading this particular group?
She barrowed a technique from form five, deflecting back some of the shots back in the general direction they had come from. But because her Niman only barrowed the technique, it was not refined or as precise as it would have been if she had been using actual Shien. The shots tended to veer wider and quite a lot of gangsters managed to dodge the return fire, but at the very least she was now able to advance, thanks in part to her extreme agility.
Blades of violet ripped through weapons and fleah, not a one of them truly good at what they did individually when they didn't have overwhelming numbers. The Amalgam made them pay for their laziness as her blades tore two more in half, then tearing into the skulls of three more, that savage, ear to ear grin of hers never leaving her face, set under eyes that had gone a poisoned, decayed yellow. They were starting to run, starting to retreat--
A sensation of hideous pain from the light nearly made her double over in agony. A bolt glanced her shoulder and she could only deflect the shots of the remaining stragglers.
She moved in any direction to get away from the light, ducking blaster fire as she turned to face its source, her face half melted from loss of focus.
Merith stood, holding a circular amulet bearing the image of a tree with many large and small branches, the leaves composed of small green gems, the Jedi Order's symbol etched into four points, glowing brightly.
The Amalgam recoiled, retreating down the street. "The Talisman of Memphus!" she snarled animalistically, her flesh starting to go a corpse pallor. She almost couldn't block the incomng blasterfire and ducked into an ancient apartment complex as more gangmembers showed up to give chase.
"Remember, I want her alive!" Merith shouted, putting away the holy Talisman..."If you kill her, you don't get paid!"
