Keira Priest
The Iron
Objective: C
Location: Taloraan City
Allies: [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"](?)
Enemies: [member="Vrag"]
(3/20)
Telekinesis was one of those talents that Keira had spent careful time perfecting, most times in situations not too different from this. The best kind of experience was the sort gained when one's life was on the line, and it was experience of that sort she had under her belt in amounts considered extensive by many. Not too long ago she had found a genuine enjoyment in combat, and some of that still stuck by her, wanting to see how far she could push the other woman before she wasn't fast enough to escape the heat of that crimson saber. That was likely where she would find her death, one day. But for now she was very much intent on continuing to live, willing to exploit most any strategy.
Unfortunately it was rather difficult to teach an old dog new tricks, and so once more she utilized the ethereal, this time in an attempt to throw the other blade off course, flashing up with her own to intercept it should that fail. Manipulating that same energy she prodded in a manner that would hopefully allow her to break free from the invisible grasp of the Sith, and she would twist to land on her feet in a crouch, slowly straightening. That had been a close call, and one she wasn't entirely too eager to repeat. That meant she would have to devise a different technique, one different from those put into use before. Improvisation was a tactic she had relied upon before. This shouldn't have been anything new.
What was most frustrating was the fact that her words once again seemed to have no effect on her opponent. That seemed to be the case with most she clashed with. First it had been the Host Lord of The Primeval, though admittedly the two hadn't gotten off well from the start. This Sith was just as stoic and impenetrable, nothing seeming to faze her. Everyone had a subject they didn't want to touch on, but she wouldn't waste any time in trying to determine exactly which one it happened to be. It was much better to act first and ask questions later, no matter which dire consequences such rash moves tended to have. To allow one like this time to strike first wasn't advised.
Once again she struck out, this time with her blade, utilizing a pidgin style that most had a difficult time pinning down to any one form. It was one of those things in her arsenal that was entirely unpredictable, and when combined with her telekinetic attacks made her a deadly opponent. It would seem this time that the latter wouldn't succeed quite so easily as they had in the past, so another strategy would have to be devised. But for the moment she focused on pressing the attack, not quite pushing herself just yet. This was still very much the beginning stages of battle, where each combatant was still feeling the other out. Soon, however, things would take a far more deadly turn. And she was ready.
Location: Taloraan City
Allies: [member="Kezeroth the Beholder"](?)
Enemies: [member="Vrag"]
(3/20)
Telekinesis was one of those talents that Keira had spent careful time perfecting, most times in situations not too different from this. The best kind of experience was the sort gained when one's life was on the line, and it was experience of that sort she had under her belt in amounts considered extensive by many. Not too long ago she had found a genuine enjoyment in combat, and some of that still stuck by her, wanting to see how far she could push the other woman before she wasn't fast enough to escape the heat of that crimson saber. That was likely where she would find her death, one day. But for now she was very much intent on continuing to live, willing to exploit most any strategy.
Unfortunately it was rather difficult to teach an old dog new tricks, and so once more she utilized the ethereal, this time in an attempt to throw the other blade off course, flashing up with her own to intercept it should that fail. Manipulating that same energy she prodded in a manner that would hopefully allow her to break free from the invisible grasp of the Sith, and she would twist to land on her feet in a crouch, slowly straightening. That had been a close call, and one she wasn't entirely too eager to repeat. That meant she would have to devise a different technique, one different from those put into use before. Improvisation was a tactic she had relied upon before. This shouldn't have been anything new.
What was most frustrating was the fact that her words once again seemed to have no effect on her opponent. That seemed to be the case with most she clashed with. First it had been the Host Lord of The Primeval, though admittedly the two hadn't gotten off well from the start. This Sith was just as stoic and impenetrable, nothing seeming to faze her. Everyone had a subject they didn't want to touch on, but she wouldn't waste any time in trying to determine exactly which one it happened to be. It was much better to act first and ask questions later, no matter which dire consequences such rash moves tended to have. To allow one like this time to strike first wasn't advised.
Once again she struck out, this time with her blade, utilizing a pidgin style that most had a difficult time pinning down to any one form. It was one of those things in her arsenal that was entirely unpredictable, and when combined with her telekinetic attacks made her a deadly opponent. It would seem this time that the latter wouldn't succeed quite so easily as they had in the past, so another strategy would have to be devised. But for the moment she focused on pressing the attack, not quite pushing herself just yet. This was still very much the beginning stages of battle, where each combatant was still feeling the other out. Soon, however, things would take a far more deadly turn. And she was ready.