Public Raid on Kattada

[Vodet]

Well, at least Quill was honest. The Yinchorri nodded. Not everyone had a past of a crusader. Maybe that was part of what Starchaser saw in Vodet to make him the Steward. That or some gross tomato eating skill.

The being that was in front of them was sending Bryn’adul vibes and Vodet did remember the Scar Worlds. It was what threw him into this life in the first place. With the shots coming from the direction of Jend-Ro, it quickly became an explosion. His arm was up to protect his face, but he also partially withdrew into the shell, additional species protection. Being of his size, however, the Yinchorri did not move.

The rain was picking up outside, and Vodet was going to use that to his advantage. The Jedi Sage called on the rain that was entering through the destruction of the temple, hands together, saber in one, but not primed for attack, Vodet bent the water to create a geyser from his hands, pointed at the hammer and face of this Sith.

Jend-Ro Quill Hasuras Na-Gerra

 

[Arris Windrun]

Objective: Move!
Opponent: Jared Starchaser
Nearby: Valery Noble | Kaila Irons | Vestra Tane | Althea Voidwalker | Talin Treicolt | Morrow

Arris twisted her gaze to see if Jared was still following. That was right when a flying coconut smacked her square between the eyes. It threw the cyborg off enough that she lost her stride, smashed into a structural beam, and fell to the temple floor with an audible crash. She swore one of her servos popped, but she wasn't sure where - that was going to bite her in the ass later.

The scoundrel groaned and scooped her pistol as she sat up. The impact had disoriented her cyber eyes, like a migraine for a camera. Her vision kept cutting in and out as she stumbled down the hall. A yellow lightsaber ignited before her, held by a wounded Jedi who looked to have been hurt by the recent rubble. Were it not for the rush of stimulants and that feeling again, he might've got her.

Instead, Arris fired another cortosis shell, which shorted the weapon. The Jedi didn't even notice until the end of his swing. His confusion was to be his undoing, as Arris drew her slugger and fired point-blank. Her eyes flashed again. For a second, she thought she saw Vagabond ...

No - it was the Jedi, dropped and lifeless.

A dark feeling overwhelmed her senses, like the Kaggath was intent on haunting her every step of the way. The violence, the rush... she looked down at the wound Jared gave her. She could even sense fear in the air, that most familiar friend. Not only from those they had been fighting, but those they had come for. The padawans were nearby, and the Force swirled around them, preying upon their anxiety.

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsabers

The surge in the Force was enough to make Valery's focus snap forward. She felt the Sith's intent even before the crimson blade came into view, and her own saber hissed alive, violet light cutting through the chaos around them.

The moment Anathemous came down with the weight of her power, Valery moved. Her body shifted with a burst of speed, feet sliding across the torn earth as the kinetic force of the strike ripped into the ground where she had been standing. Shards of stone and dirt burst outward, the impact echoing like thunder across the field.

Straightening from her evasive roll, Valery brushed a loose strand of hair from her face. A smirk curved at the corners of her lips, orange eyes steady on the armored figure before her. "Sword?" she echoed, "Do we know each other?"

Her stance shifted, blade lifted into guard, her presence burning brighter in the Force as she anchored herself for what was to come. "Come then," she said, her voice carrying over the sounds of battle.

"Try again."

Kaila Irons
Nearby: Jared Starchaser Arris Windrun ​

 

[Jared Starchaser]

The chance to use his environment was something his father and ‘aunt’ always had him do. A coconut wasn’t as great as some of the rubble, but it was right by his hand. Still, he was on his feet and running. And the chance the hit would land? He wasn’t even certain it would have. As he ran, he pulled his saber from the sand, and into his hand.

The handle was gritty and covered but he leapt through the hole. This was going to need some repairs. But first, kicking these people off the planet.

As he landed his flip, bare feet bleeding from cuts of glass and small stones, he was projecting into that place Jedi went, where they could leave their body behind and focus on their goals.

"You have the chance to leave..." E-Wings entering atmosphere above them. "If you go, now."

Arris Windrun Valery Noble Kaila Irons

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Inside the Temple //:
//: Gavin Restur //:
//: Mention //: Hasuras Na-Gerra //: Jend-Ro Quill //: Vodet //:

Quinn could feel eyes on her, from where — she couldn't tell. Still, she needed to get inside. Slipping easily into the holes created by the others, the Princess continued on her way. The vault should be nearby, but as she drew closer, the sound of fighting continued to grow louder. Perhaps it was a foolish thought that she could enter the temple and face no one.

Up until now, it had been a seemingly easy endeavor for her to use the cover of others. But now she was drawing closer to the fighting, to the point she even heard the echoes of the Sword of the Jedi being summoned to fight.

'Interesting,' she thought quietly. She hadn't expected to have the appearance of the former Grandmaster of the New Jedi to appear. The woman from Quinn's knowledge seemed to have disappeared after Coruscant. Still, those were rumors, and they couldn't always be trusted. Either way, it was best to steer clear of her.

Quinn continued to tiptoe, her cloak pulled up over her head and tightly wrapped around her shape. The Force started to feel dense, the light clinging to items, which only meant that she was drawing closer to the vault. A part of her wondered what could be locked away. What items could she grab easily and head off the planet? Quinn smiled, knowing that because they were protected, it meant they were valuable.

Her footsteps echoed under the guise of combat as she moved. Each hallway twisted into the next as the fighting continued.

It was sudden, but the hallway and the vaults seemingly had been suddenly cut off from her. As the titans barreled through the wall, Quinn covered her face and instinctively threw a barrier of the Force to protect herself. Her cloak billowed in the wind that was created from the fighting.

As the initial effects wore off, Quinn cursed and decided she needed to find a different route. Trying to weave her way through the battle between Gerra, Quill, and Vodet was going to get her killed.

Turning on her heel, she ran back the other way.

Still, she felt the eyes on her, whoever it was, seemed to be drawing closer.

 

[Arris Windrun]

Objective: Make this quick
Opponent: Jared Starchaser
Nearby: Vestra Tane | Valery Noble | Kaila Irons | Althea Voidwalker | Talin Treicolt | Morrow

Voices began to fill Arris's mind. They weren't words she could really make sense of, but the feelings stuck to her thoughts like old resurfaced traumas. They were the thoughts and emotions of this place - of the padawans, the Jedi, even her fellow raiders - though she hadn't consciously realized it.

She only snapped out of it when Jared's voice called to her. Gave the dead Jedi a little kick, just to make sure, and turned around.

Arris twirled both guns and holstered them, then sauntered towards him. One metal hand felt up the cauterized cut of her synthflesh. She rubbed the ash between her fingers.

"Hey, man. We've all got babes waiting on us, so let's make this quick."

With that, the cyborg summoned a burst of speed and entered a full sprint towards him.

 

[Aris Noble]

Dun Moch, right? Aris leapt forward, his blade high as he brought down a heavy slash. A first, just to give Acier space to get up after the push. Then the Knight fell into rhythm. He was much taller than the other two, and he was clearly skilled at using it to his advantage. More so, he was watching and reacting with Acier.

Every strike from the other boy was accompanied by one from Aris trying to punch through the Sith's guard, to upset and unbalance. It was eerily precise, as if he knew just how Acier was going to strike to capitalize with his own. Again and again, trying to swiftly overwhelm before the Sith could counter.

Darth Hydra | Acier Moonbound

 

[Althea Voidwalker]

|| Objective: Defend the Enclave ||
|| Equipment: Blaster | Slug Pistol | Vibroblade | Clothing | Boots | Holsters ||
|| Tags: Vestra Tane | Morrow | Talin Treicolt | Arris Windrun | Jared Starchaser ||
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Even when closing the distance, The blaster rounds flinging themselves into the pillar that she hid behind. Barely, I could hear words being spoken. And in that very moment, with no kind of latiency, a hail of fire rained down from the ceiling. Blasting through whatever defenses that the Enclave had, no matter the distance between the outside walls and the ships raining down overhead. Called as if they were waiting there.

Already being on the move, I reached the other side of the pillar in which this Sith was on. Breathing heavy as I looked to my arm. A gash searing through the clothing and the jacket. The bolt close enough that it barely went across the skin. Another centimeter closer, and it would have taken my arm off. It burned heavily on my skin. The Blaster moved from the ground in which it fell from from the injury, back into its holster.

In that moment, Blaster bolts came screaming at me from another direction. I almost felt it first. Looking up to see the man who fired them. Yet, the bolts were going wide of me. Ducking down against the pillar as I noticed, finally, two others who had joined the fight.

A quick sense of them showed they weren't dark, but they weren't light either. Carrying weapons of different kinds. Were these also hunters coming down on me? Were they going after the Sith. I didn't ask. Wasn't going to. My hand reached out Two fingers opening from the grip of the dagger to yank some debris towards me. Creating a barrier between myself and these new people.

"Why can't anyone just leave me alone!"

More so spoken to myself, I was really hating this situation now. So many people in such close proximity all fighting. Hoping to use it to my advantage, I spoke out more loudly now.

"They here for you Sith. It hurts the more you resist!"

I kept my voice sharp and commanding. Letting it point out that they were firing at her. It didn't look like they were after me. So I would go with that assumption.

 

[Domina Prime]

I HEAR THIS VOICE KEEP ASKING ME
IS THIS MY BLOOD OR IS IT BLASPHEMY?

Malyssa moddol​

The stone groaned as Dima peeled herself from the rubble, dust cascading down her armor like falling ash. For a heartbeat she simply stood there, staring through her helm as her five eyes narrowed to sharp, glittering pinpricks. Then laughter. A bubbling, delighted chitter that echoed through the temple chamber, bouncing off the cracked pillars like the voice of something half-mad and wholly dangerous.

"Ohhh, finally!" she sang out, her voice lilting with unholy glee. "A godling with some fething nerve!"

Her claws sank into the fur mantle draped across her shoulders, and with ceremonial slowness she peeled it free, lifting it to one side like a matador teasing a beast. She let it dangle, then released it to the floor with a dismissive flick, as though shedding anything soft and mortal before the dance of divinity.

Her stance shifted, her body low, hook-taloned legs curling with serpentine promise. Behind her mask came the chant, low and reverent, drawn from scripture like a prayer before battle:

"From the great flame we were taken, embers that we are... And to the flame we shall return~"

She then lunged.

Her movements blurred, uncoiling with the violence of a spring wound too tight. That massive tail cut arcs through the air, smashing into stone, whipping forward in a strike meant to stagger and corral her foe. Her kicks came in spinning succession, brutal sweeps and pivots that fused predator's instinct with ritual choreography. Dust clouded, sparks shrieked from shattered stone, and through it all her five eyes tracked the Sith with obsessive hunger, each one watching from a different angle, seeking the opening that would split flesh from bone.

Still her upper arms hung idle, claws twitching like patient vultures. She would not waste them early. No, those would be the exclamation point to the sentence she was writing with every strike of her legs. A duel this rare, this perfect, demanded patience.

"You'll give me a story worth telling," Dima hissed between strikes, her words half-purr, half-growl. "Let's see if you're fire or only smoke!"

 

[Jend-Ro Quill]

A thought from his mind, focus fractured though it was, excited the tibanna gas in every blaster rifle nearby, with explosive results. Whether the detonations caused harm to the two Jedi, he did not wait to see.

Rather than let the fireball dissipate, Gerra drew it to himself with an exertion of pyromancy, enshrouding himself in a whirlwind of living flame as he strode forward hammer in hand.

A half-dozen cuts from the courtyard Jedi blackened the front of his armor and his hammer hand, some flesh seared beneath the armor. Half his features slack from the stun and his shield grip barely there, he waded forward and swung his hammer at the big turtle.

The rain was picking up outside, and Vodet was going to use that to his advantage. The Jedi Sage called on the rain that was entering through the destruction of the temple, hands together, saber in one, but not primed for attack, Vodet bent the water to create a geyser from his hands, pointed at the hammer and face of this Sith.

Instinct wrapped Quill in forbidding. The quick, loose shield blunted the worst of it like it was the Bryn'adul plasma weaponry that had scarred up his face. He was very very good at keeping his own body temperature from extremes — he'd spent most of the last half century on Pagodon and Hoth — which took the edge off the heat. But shrapnel and concussions rocked him off his feet and pain tensed him up and between those stimuli he fell on his ass.

When he scrambled up he felt surface wounds tug unpleasantly. Bits of blaster tinkled from his loose black robe.

Vodet was in the crosshairs, and Quill somewhat liked the Kattadan. They'd shared a cargo bay on the Wake of Balmorra's inter-enclave voyage just before the Empire took the Core. Vodet knew his business, had been a hardline warrior once. But that hammer looked built for breaking tortoiseshell.

One of Quill's characteristic skills hailed from the elders of multiple worlds, including the legendary blue banthas of Entooine: memory work. Sharing, preservation, and their opposites when necessary.

He doubted he could make this man forget why he'd come; he could smell indefatigable will a mile away. But forgetting Quill, the secondary opponent, just for a moment — that trick had saved him many times.

He sank his will into that, called up Suerton probability manipulation, and threw his lightsaber at Gerra's leg under the shield.

 

[Hasuras Na-Gerra]

Vodet bent the water to create a geyser from his hands, pointed at the hammer and face of this Sith.

A hydrant of water streamed forth and met first the hammer, blasting it backward even though it was driven by the strength of a giant, then the deluge met the whirlwind of fire enshrouding Gerra. Steam erupted from the meeting of flame and water and roiled out into the superheated air, the temperature of the steam ranging over a hundred degrees centigrade.

Then, impossibly, a hurled lightsaber blade hummed beneath Gerra’s shield and by some stroke of luck managed to strike just right so that the tip of its blade carved under a skirt of alchemical plate and into the layers of armor weave, cloth, and flesh at the hip, melting them all together in a charred mess before connecting with the alchemical plate encasing the rest of Gerra’s leg and rebounding away. Pain blossomed forth, hot and searing.

“Grrrrh.”

How could he have forgotten the second Jedi?

Pain stoked his rage and he wielded them both as weapons, reaching out with his mind he drew upon the Force and pushed on the cloud of superheated steam in two directions, so that the cloud would encapsulate both Jedi and boil their unprotected flesh, if only for a moment.

“Clever. You seek to manipulate chance,” rumbled the son of Vahl his voice tinged with the pain of his injuries, puzzling through the technique that had impacted his mind as he drew upon his Sight in the Force and sought to see beyond, toward the fabric of All Things. Present and future blurred together as he saw shapes moving and yet-to-move in the steam.

“But Fate heeds my reins.”

Vodet Jend-Ro Quill

 

[Tilon Quill]

Tilon Quill

"It always comes back to the children, doesn't it?"

She stepped back, instead of stepping in, swatting his jab away with a flick of her arm.

"It's for the best, really." Kicking the sand up, aimed at Tilon's face. "I will teach them to serve themselves instead of being slaves to a dogma that forces them to serve others."

The moment he shifted his steps, Mercy would slam her heel down, causing a miniscule but still meaningful seismic event right around him.

Tilon flinched back from the sand and staggered farther at Mercy's little beachquake. He'd have been hooped if not for the seven to ten seconds she spent talking.

"You're here to kidnap kids," he said, now just outside saber range and probably not outside the reach of her arm. "Fuck you for making sense in the process."

While he and Mercy clearly had very different perspectives on public service and child endangerment, the core argument — against training Jedi from childhood to subsume their own agency, identity, and duty to themselves in an authoritarian institution — was one he'd grappled with. And come, often, to a perspective not too far from hers.

"You can't convince me this is all nobility. That's absurd."

 

[Drystan Creed]

KATTADA

Why did he fight?

The question earned a grin—then opened into a genuine bout of laughter. Loud, boisterous, but never condescending.

"I don't ascribe to any doctrine, light or dark. I fight because I am."

His gaze stayed fixed on Wuxia Wukong , even as Feng Huang launched herself at him in a furious flurry of strikes. Drystan raised his defense to meet her.

The only word to describe Drystan's movements was: efficient. Every action was measured, nothing wasted. His stamina was rationed with precision, each parry and block executed to its maximum potential.

What made it unsettling was the lack of discernible form. His posture carried no hallmarks of a recognizable school or codified style. Instead, his body seemed to recite only what was necessary—manifesting the technique he envisioned directly into reality, stripped of ornament or tradition. This was something else entirely.

There were warriors whose very essence could be captured in a single word—strong, fast, sharp, powerful, fearsome. By that measure, the word that embodied Drystan was: simplicity.

And with that simplicity, he retaliated—parrying a blow before snapping the sheathed tip of his blade toward the padawan's chest. The strike was blunt, aimed at her sternum, intended to drive her back.

There was no flourish. No wasted windup. No tell. Just the one movement required to turn thought into force.

Wuxia Wukong Feng Huang

 

[Vodet]

Vodet was very particular with his use of the Force. A semi-aquatic, he had a connection to the sea and the water. Not the same way that the Blue Coral Witches did in the Force, but he could do a few things. And making a geyser to shoot at this flame-tongued monster?

That was one of it.

Though he really should work on his skills within the Force, so he could pull something like Quill. What was he doing with the Force there? Didn’t matter. Not yet.

The room was getting hot, the steam was coming in. He could handle the fire, but steam? That was not the best thing for aquatics. Vodet fought alongside a crustacean species who was fearful of hammers, especially ones that were on a swivel.

Holding it in, Vodet was trying to temper down the pain, but when the saber from Jend-Ro seemed to take this beast by surprise? He reached but there was no way to grab all this steam and throw it back. The pain was searing, and Vodet reached to the Golden Sun to pull in the healing energy. Trying to rebuild flesh that was being literally cooked. The pull on the Golden Sun was giving Vodet a quick peak beneath the surface, looking through the minds of those in this room, and those on this world.

Holding that line in the Force, he charged forward, Lightclub in hand, the green blade aimed for the Terentak covered monster. Another flash of lightning, coming closer, and faster now. The witches and Jedi needed to get these Sith off the planet.

Jend-Ro Quill Hasuras Na-Gerra

 

[Kaila Irons]

Location: Temple grounds
Wearing: Armor
Allies: Mercy Arris Windrun
Enemies: Valery Noble Jared Starchaser

So the sword was quick.

Her own violet blade sank into the earth, cratered it even, but the jedi survived.

"Hrmh!" she ripped her lightsaber from the ground, flinging molten duracrete and sand as she stood to her full height. The grandmaster spoke to her all the while, that insufferable light growing defiantly in the Dark Lord's shadow.

"Not in the way you think." she said coldly, almost wearily.

Something about the oppressive darkness surrounding her was pained, much as infuriated.

Still it goaded her into battle, visor shifting to examine the grandmaster's footwork, that defensive stance. Single bladed by the look of it, a perfect time to use her favorite invention.

In a series of mechanical clicks and grinding out sparks, her Tricksaber extended into a telescopic saberstaff, phrikite shaft gleaming in the tropical sun as she held it above her head in a Form 3 stance modified for the use of polearms. Deceptively defensive, but far reaching.

"Don't look so smug, Kin-killer." she snarled "This was a long time coming."

Taking advantage of her reach, the young Darth wrapped her thumb around the staff, leaving two fingers pointed at the foe. Dark energy crackled between her fingertips, flashing blue—then hateful purple—as the lightning built strength from the fear and violence all around. Within seconds it leapt at Valery, first in wide spreading arcs, then focused into a precise beam that boomed across the battlefield.

On her honor, the Jedi would pay.

She must pay.

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[Wuxia Wukong]

"Feng Huang! No!" Wu looked on with horror and shock, as she disobeyed a direct instruction. She hadn't done that since… well years. Fear gripped Wu's heart for Feng. Both for her physical body and for her soul.

She's giving in.

Wu didn't know what it was. Perhaps because her home was being attacked? Perhaps she was drawing too heavily on her opponents darkness? Whatever the cause, reason had left his padawan. It broke Wu's heart and now here she was without the presence of mind necessary to take on a skilled opponent. Recklessly attacking in savage fury.

Wu wanted to reach out to her, convince her to step back, however he knew that what little concentration she had left should be focused on the fight. The wrong distraction now would be disastrous. Wu waited for as long as he could, he put aside his fear for his padawan and studied the warriors fighting style. It was elegant in it's simplicity, no school of martial art that Wu recognised and he considered himself learned in that area.

Perhaps the only way to beat such simplicity was to counter it with something complex. Wu saw the strike coming for Feng even as she didn't. He thrust out his hand grabbing Feng with the Force, flung her back and behind him.

"Remember your village!" Wu snarled at her. It was all he could snarl at her before leaping to meet the warrior.

Wu leapt to meet the warrior with his lightstaff, harnessing the force in every strike as he twisted, circled and danced his staff and his body flowing in ever present circles, misdirecting, guiding strikes away from himself.

Wu fell into the rhythm of the dance, catching, angling, directing the strikes away from himself. Before he launched his counter attacks. Force Strikes, sending the force in force enhanced strikes to the end of his staff, aiming for knees, shins, wrists, elbows. In a sparring match they would be harmless, but if the hit with the force behind it they were significant. If they hit. Wu rarely went for the kill, right now however he was fighting two battles. The one before him and the one for Feng's soul. To ruthlessly kill someone could tip her fragility back. Assuming he was even skilled enough. Even if he were going for the kill in this fight he merely needed an opening wounding blow to follow it up with the crushing blow. All he needed was two strikes to hit, the first to disable, the second to finish. Then he could focus on Feng.

Just two strikes.

Drystan Creed

 

[Feng Huang]

Feng felt herself being grabbed and thrown back. She snarled twisted in the air into a backflip lightsaber held out to the side, eyes darting around for the second enemy who had dared to to attack her.

"Remember your village!" Master Wu snarled.

Master Wu snarled? Master Wu never snarled. Her village? What did he mean?

Feng felt a flash of her village on fire as seven warriors defended it against overwhelming odds. Her home had been attacked. Just like her home was being attacked now. She had to defend it! She couldn't lose her home a second time!

Remember your village.

The last time Master Wu had told her that she had… she had. Feng felt a tear drop down her face. She had almost killed him. She hadn't won. Not really. Master Wu had let her win, gambling that she would be able to give the final blow, as he dropped his lightstaff.

Feng had been so… so angry. It had been her last fight, before she had accepted she had a darkness within her. Accepted the purple.

Feng looked at Master Wu fighting wishing she could intervene, but knowing she was too unreliable. If the darkness took her again she could very well start fighting Master Wu instead. Feng took a deep breath, sat in a meditation position, calmed her breathing.

I am back Master. Focus on the path before you.

Drystan Creed

 

[Jared Starchaser]

Jedi. Warden. Student of the Force. Jared Starchaser was under many titles. And today? It was apparently war-fueled surfer boy. Granted he wasn’t going to be winning any surf contests today, not with these feet. Seeing the Jedi on the ground? That definitely made Jared focused on his target.

These raiders will pay for this.

“We’ve all got places to go, and you and yours need off this world.”

But with the charge? It wasn’t going to be peacefully. Spinning the lightsaber, he moved and came in, looking for the elbow of the arm.

Arris Windrun

 

[Brent Warnel]

"How?" Soft, intimate, respectful as a blade's kiss. "Who returned you to debt you had already paid?"

Brent heard her voice over the commotion of his hardened warriors charging the Sith troopers who stood resolute around Darth Virelia.

As she spoke to him, Brent felt the power of Darth Virelia 's force push as she tried her best to wrench his rifle away. However, with his Yossubi Gas Cartridges hidden within his armor's hard points, the force could only tilt his rifle a minuscule amount, but it was still enough to send the verpine's lead slug wide of Virelia.

No matter, he set the rifle down as nicely as he could (he loved it) and activated his jetpack, rocketing toward Virelia. As he did so, he drew his AKraB vibrodagger into his right hand and activated his personal shield from his vambrace on his left.

Virelia withstood him as he closed the distance with her, the claws he remembered so well attempting their best to dismember him. But it wouldn't be so easy, this time she was alone, and he had more tricks up his sleeve. As Brent survived the initial attacks, he turned around and faced Virelia. She stood, ready, her six violet eyes watching him, beckoning him to come.

"The Manda called, Virelia," Brent stated matter-of-factly. "My business with the Sith, with this galaxy, is not yet done."

With his words spoken, his jetpack burped a quick burst of flame, pushing him toward Virelia. He would land before her, dagger slashing toward her face, attempting to throw her head back and push her off balance, while his shield was ready to counter her next attack.

 

[Hasuras Na-Veyra]

Irritation trickled into the lines of Veyra's face with the cheap distraction. The hat hit her without defense - she didn't need to have unobscured sight to sense him. Awareness emanated through her hands, guided her blade to swing downward and lock against his own just as it came to near her robes. A shoulder shoved the straw cap aside, leaving it to rest in the rubble the battle had already made. The force of catching the strike sent vibrations up her metal arm. Battling strength kept them deadlocked, amber eyes peering to meet his singular.

"Crafty," She noted.

Then it was to the blade again. Her saber angled to slip under his as she danced half a step back. Taking her saber in a single hand, she endeavoured the battle again, probing his defenses with swift arcs. In her free hand, the air began to shimmer with the colalescence of fury, heating as it came to life.

Shinzou Ashina​