The Songstress Reborn
Ariealla was too close to dodge, simply too close. The Force slammed into her chest, from [member="Atheus Voidwalker"]'s hand, sending her flying backwards, though the way she twisted her body in the air almost made it seem purposeful. She was coughing hard, as she managed to land rolling, keeping her blade off of the dirt as she landed some distance from the man. She huffed, hard, and pushed herself up onto her knees as she looked up at the man, smiling ear to ear as she brought her sword between them. Crimson ichor, she brought the flat of the blade to her lips and gently licked it from the metal, savoring it, closing her eyes as she began to stand once more. Ah... hypocrisy always left a delectable tinge. Darkness standing for Light, a man who claimed not to sing doing so with such a voice.
She almost wanted to tell him the complete truth, just for giving her such a sweet taste.
Instead, she slowly wiped her blade clean using her weapon's scabbard, and gently placed it aside. At the same time, she removed the contacts in her eyes, tossing them aside. They did nothing for her but 'restore' her eyes, after all.. but without them the bright, sulfurous yellow was clear as day for Atheus to see, and frankly for them all to see. "You filthy little liar, you sing so well. I just have to take our dance more seriously!" She chuckled and reached to her hip, withdrawing the lightsaber resting there. Holding the long hilt in her hands, she ignited both blades, the black cored, purple blades springing to life and illuminating her grin. A weapon that was as unnatural, and visually corrupt as she.
One two three... one two three... the blade began to spin gently in her hands as she began to count in her head, before she moved forward swiftly, making a swing from her lower right to top left, and thrusting forward with the second blade at the bottom.
Actions:
She almost wanted to tell him the complete truth, just for giving her such a sweet taste.
Instead, she slowly wiped her blade clean using her weapon's scabbard, and gently placed it aside. At the same time, she removed the contacts in her eyes, tossing them aside. They did nothing for her but 'restore' her eyes, after all.. but without them the bright, sulfurous yellow was clear as day for Atheus to see, and frankly for them all to see. "You filthy little liar, you sing so well. I just have to take our dance more seriously!" She chuckled and reached to her hip, withdrawing the lightsaber resting there. Holding the long hilt in her hands, she ignited both blades, the black cored, purple blades springing to life and illuminating her grin. A weapon that was as unnatural, and visually corrupt as she.
One two three... one two three... the blade began to spin gently in her hands as she began to count in her head, before she moved forward swiftly, making a swing from her lower right to top left, and thrusting forward with the second blade at the bottom.
Actions:
- Was sent flying back from Atheus
- Removed contacts, revealed intense darkside corruption (Sith still unconfirmed)
- Set aside sith sword, switched to saberstaff
- Has taken some time to switch everything out safely
- Swung diagonally up and to the left
- Stabbed forward