Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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She was a wily one.

There was a point where Vornskr's military and Sith training kicked in and the pain became secondary to him, and he was only focused on his own survival. Now that she had also managed to get in close with him, this presented a completely new opportunity to rid himself of this pest. The pain, however; threatened to consume him as his vision blackened for a moment as she sent a knee right into his bleeding side, causing another blood-filled gag to escape his lips, but he would not be taken out by this woman. He was Darth Vornskr, Voice of the Dark Lord, and he would destroy anyone who stood against him and his master, and even in his bloodied and battered state he wouldn't give up. Being an Epicanthix gave him quite a few advantages, besides the immunity to outward mental abilities, it also gave him very good focus and the ability to multitask extraordinarily in combat, and he was about to put that to good use.

While he continued to keep his bubble up to keep them both from frying in the devastation of his ship's attack, he diverted some of his energies into conjuring forth tendrils of greenish-black entropic energies that snaked outward from his body to latch onto the closest thing in the small enclosure they were forced to share. Since they were practically bunched up together to survive, there wouldn't be much room for this bounty hunter to move to avoid his attack, and when they did latch on her, they would begin to drain her of energy and most importantly life, and transfer those stolen properties into Vornskr to recharge his energies and vitality.

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Kitt Solo

Alen Na'Varro's Ex
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Eyes widened as the force drain tendrils slithered her way. She made an executive decision: bail. Foot came up to kick him in his injured side again and if connected, she hoped it would distract him enough from the force drain so she could roll away from his body. Hand came up with a small gun loaded with a dart that would release a tracking serum if it pierced his skin. She aimed and fired at his toosh right before she broke away from his bubble of protection and relied completely on her own.

Some tendrils connected for a moment with her wrist.

Grimacing, she dropped the dart gun and cradled her wrist against her chest as she continued to scramble toward a small alcove in the alley and increase her distance from the malevolent target.
 

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