Laira Darkhold
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Vulkan's deep soothing voice filled with hatred and rasp as he poured his anger and malice into the Force seeking to drive the hope and will to fight from the pair, the Sith Lord having been an accomplished mentalist specializing in dominating the minds of lesser beings. While these two were not necessarily lesser, only having two did balance the odds in his favor, at least to his thought process. "Then fall together, little minx." The caprine mystic tried to stun the Sith spirit through the Force, bounding back and out of range, the Force rippling at the spirit's anger.
Draco rose from the ground, mud clinging to him, rain falling, splattering in the mud and puddles, soaking his brow and his clothes, pulling on him with the added weight. He looked at the caprine trying to fight the Sith entity all on her own, and he saw the sword, the blood on its end. His blood on the tip of the blade where it had slashed at the back of his leg. Draco stumbled as he put weight onto the leg, but still he found purchase, rising. His mind swam with the fear and hopelessness of the situation. Briga wasn't a warrior, not really. Draco was wounded and had already expended a deal of Force energy at Vulkan, but was no closer to defeating the entity. From what he could sense, the Sith being's power and might were beyond his own, dark and brutal. With a limp, Draco made it to his feet, gripping his own blade white knuckle tight.
Vulkan roared at the mystic, snarling and holding the sword aloft, between he and her, pulling power from the Force, the trees and foliage around him wilting a bit as the spirit did so, being drained into the Sith entity. A torrent of red lightning leaped from the shadow, drawn from the being's core, arcing through his arms and bursting from his fingertips at the caprine, forking and arcing across a wide area, hungering for her life force, her spirit's vitality, and lusting for her body's stamina.
Draco saw the storm of red lightning draining the life from the grass and trees that it struck in its wide arc and pushed himself through the hopelessness, the worthlessness of his quest, and the futileness of his resistance against the Dark spirit. He couldn't see Briga through the lightning, all he knew was he had to act quickly before the Sith was able to drain her completely if she was in the middle of all that. Draco's legs surged forward, and the Mandalorian dipped his shoulder just before he hit the spirit, driving Vulkan back, the red lightning arcing in all directions through the little clearing as Vulkan's attention was split once again. Draco felt a heavy clubbing blow of significant strength drive into his back, stealing what little breath he had in him, the air driven from his lungs and his vision blurring.
Vulkan twisted as he was driven back, his feet sliding backwards through the mud and water, finally finding purchase. He gripped Draco with his off hand and pulled him across the stance, driving him backwards once the mandalorian's body was between him and a large boulder, smashing the unarmored Mandalorian into the stone, pieces and chips falling around the pair as Vulkan roared with frustration.
[member="Briga Tiin"]
Draco rose from the ground, mud clinging to him, rain falling, splattering in the mud and puddles, soaking his brow and his clothes, pulling on him with the added weight. He looked at the caprine trying to fight the Sith entity all on her own, and he saw the sword, the blood on its end. His blood on the tip of the blade where it had slashed at the back of his leg. Draco stumbled as he put weight onto the leg, but still he found purchase, rising. His mind swam with the fear and hopelessness of the situation. Briga wasn't a warrior, not really. Draco was wounded and had already expended a deal of Force energy at Vulkan, but was no closer to defeating the entity. From what he could sense, the Sith being's power and might were beyond his own, dark and brutal. With a limp, Draco made it to his feet, gripping his own blade white knuckle tight.
Vulkan roared at the mystic, snarling and holding the sword aloft, between he and her, pulling power from the Force, the trees and foliage around him wilting a bit as the spirit did so, being drained into the Sith entity. A torrent of red lightning leaped from the shadow, drawn from the being's core, arcing through his arms and bursting from his fingertips at the caprine, forking and arcing across a wide area, hungering for her life force, her spirit's vitality, and lusting for her body's stamina.
Draco saw the storm of red lightning draining the life from the grass and trees that it struck in its wide arc and pushed himself through the hopelessness, the worthlessness of his quest, and the futileness of his resistance against the Dark spirit. He couldn't see Briga through the lightning, all he knew was he had to act quickly before the Sith was able to drain her completely if she was in the middle of all that. Draco's legs surged forward, and the Mandalorian dipped his shoulder just before he hit the spirit, driving Vulkan back, the red lightning arcing in all directions through the little clearing as Vulkan's attention was split once again. Draco felt a heavy clubbing blow of significant strength drive into his back, stealing what little breath he had in him, the air driven from his lungs and his vision blurring.
Vulkan twisted as he was driven back, his feet sliding backwards through the mud and water, finally finding purchase. He gripped Draco with his off hand and pulled him across the stance, driving him backwards once the mandalorian's body was between him and a large boulder, smashing the unarmored Mandalorian into the stone, pieces and chips falling around the pair as Vulkan roared with frustration.
[member="Briga Tiin"]