Skirmish Undoubtedly Despicable [ATTN: SJO]

[Cadere]

Cas had missed the eye of Rissk but he'd managed to inflict some damage and not die, so, that was nice. However, mid-flip and as he prepared to land, he felt an intense pain which caused him to falter in his landing. Landing feet first, then tripping over, then rolling furthermore across the ground and stopping with his back planted to the floor.

The Padawan deactivated his lightsaber and practically hugged himself, burying the back of his head into the ground and grunting in pain. It felt as if his very bones and organs were being crushed from the inside and he didn't know why, or how. Eventually, the pain was so unbearable to the point he had to let out a cry of pain - Cas realised that this must have been the work of the Dark side... but what exactly? And who was doing this?

Raising his head off of the ground, he fought through the pain temporarily and got up to his knees, arms still wrapped around his torso. He scanned the battlefield, so much was still happening, before finally setting his sights on Dumbal - it was him. Of course it was. Placing one arm on the ground to hold himself up, he buried his head into the ground from the sheer, numbing pain he was feeling. "Master, please!" he yelled out, pleading for Sakadi to do... something, anything.

Then he heard a voice ( The Fool ) call out in the distance: "FLASHBANG" - Cas squinted, processing what was just said before realising what he meant. "Kar--" he would partially mutter before hearing nothing but a blaring ringing in his ears and seeing only white. This is now how he saw his day going.

Allies: Samara Galloway | Tulan Kor | Sakadi Marathi Sinvala | Jamie Lysle | Caedyn Arenais | Kyra Perl | Kiegan Lysle | Gida'Vida
Opposing: Wynter Rackham | Maijan Paisea | Lief | Rissk | The Fool | Malcoma Hesse | Lliara Daeva

 

[Sakadi Marathi Sinvala]

As her saber cut clean through the vibroblade, the large tail swept back, narrowly avoiding her secondary blade. In an attempt to use the opportunity that had presented itself, the purple shoto moved in a swift horizontal arc to lacerate the large crocodilian. Her blade would not find its mark, however, as the reptile spun back just in time.

Despite wanting to press her attack, the Jedi Master was forced to break away, for her Padawan needed room to land. Sakadi spun to the side, Keeping her eyes trained on the warrior before her. She saw how he reached out, how the Force shivered under his will, and... nothing happened?

With her white bladed still pointed at Rissk , the Jedi Master's attention shifted to the cry of pain that came from where she presumed her Padawan was. ​

Her head jerked in the direction of the scream. It was her Padawan. It served as a cheap tactic to distract her. And much to her dismay, she knew it was going to work. ​

In a quick motion, the Sephi deactivated her shoto and reattached it to her belt. With a final glance at the lizard, the Jedi Master called upon the Force again. She closed her eyes and with her now free hand, the Jedi Master reached out to her Padawan. The Force surged through her arm as she called upon its aid. The tendrils of the Light side moved far beyond her physical reach, gently wrapping around the Padawan and releasing him from the Dark side its grip. Even novice Dark side practitioners could inflict great harm, but it took a master of the Light side to truly heal and restore. ​

Flashbang.

She failed to comprehend what the warning meant. The deafening sound of the flashbang took her by complete surprise. Sakadi's concentration broke immediately, and the state of disorientation caused her to trip and fall backwards. Thankfully, she had kept her eyes closed, meaning that she only had to put up with the ringing in her ears. All she could do was glance at Cas and hope that she had done enough to counter the devastating attack.
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Allies: Samara Galloway | Tulan Kor | Cadere | Jamie Lysle | Caedyn Arenais | Kyra Perl | Kiegan Lysle | Gida'Vida
Opposing: Wynter Rackham | Maijan Paisea | Lief | Rissk | The Fool | Malcoma Hesse | Lliara Daeva ​

 

[Rissk]

It felt good to hurt.

Incredibly good.

As if, for the Suchur's entire life, he was missing something. As if all of his previous raids were fought with a hand tied behind his back. He didn't need his previous weapons of war, if this was what it felt like to hold true power in your claws.

Of course, his fun was short-lived, as the more experienced Jedi warded off his affliction. His distraction had worked as well as he had intended. Now he could flee.

But he wanted to stay. He had the upper hand. If he could snatch one of those lazer swords...

Flash-bang? What is a flash-

The heavy pop and flash of light disoriented Dumbal enought that he stumbled to the side, landing heavily on his side against a crate. He started to blink heavily, but he learned with some frustration that his eyesight returned blurry and bleak. He was almost tempted to attack the Jedi now that they were all on an even footing, but Maijan Paisea 's directions were not to be ignored a second time.

The heavy crocodilian banished his bloodlust, letting his practical side take over as his form vanished with the current. He picked up a couple of crates, and began to trek back towards where the ship was hidden. He risked a glance back at the Jedi, like a predator that had driven it's prey up a tree. Dumbal tore himself away from the fight, doing his duty.

Next time, witches. Next time.

- - -
I Hardly Knew Ye: Wynter Rackham - The Fool - Lliara Daeva - Lief - Malcoma Hesse - Lief - - Maijan Paisea
Goodbye, My Love: Samara Galloway - Kyra Perl - Caedyn Arenais - Cadere - Sakadi Marathi Sinvala - Jamie Lysle - Kiegan Lysle - Tulan Kor

 

[Kyra Perl]

Liquid dripped from Kyra's ear. Ear fluids-- blood-- brains?? She touched at it, blinking and squeezing her eyes as she tried to decipher the haze. She didn't trust what vision she had-- unable to locate the girl she had chased after. Or her friend. Or any of the shooters that had surrounded her. Attempts to move sent her swiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirling in a disoriented haze, but she couldn't stay down.

They'd shoot her then.

Caedyn found her face down in dirt, fighting against the ground to find which way was up. She couldn't hear anything, but she didn't need his voice to know his presence. She turned into him, gripping at his clothes as he grounded her. "M-master?"

The high ringing in her ears sent a wave through her. She cringed, a sense of panic growing in her chest at the vulnerability of the moment. "I can't hear you!" Could he hear her?

Why weren't they being shot down yet?

The panicked sparked, her breath quickening. "WHAT DO WE DO?" How would she even get the answer? She yanked back from him then, scrambling blindly for her lost saber. It was her solace-- her protector-- a jedi's ultimate weapon. Supposedly it was all she would need to take on the evils of the world, so she went for it. ...Forgetting to rely on the force at all. Or her Master. Or her senses.

Caedyn had manage to calm himself and think through the moment. But Kyra? Well Kyra had not. She told him she wasn't ready for this. Why did adults never listen?


In the distance, the glint of metal could be seen approaching. Back up. ... A moment too late, or just in time to save a friend? Depended on who you asked.

Caedyn Arenais Maijan Paisea Lliara Daeva

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Inventory: Tunic/Robes | Lightsaber | Bo Staff
Padawan: Kyra Perl

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There weren't exactly a wealth of options on hand in that moment, where Caedyn's senses felt so distorted that he couldn't accurately pinpoint where the Criminal's were around them, out in the open like sitting Apokka, he instead forced himself to focus on the things that were within his control. Reaching out with the Force, along with his hands upon the shoulders of his Padawan Kyra Perl , Caedyn channeled the flow of energies both from the Force and his very own being into her, a healing aura permeating around them as the Jedi Knight put everything into easing the pain and disorientation from the Flashbang having gone off directly in front of them.

"Breathe Kyra" He said, the sentiment being shared not only via his voice but the connection between them now within the transfer and practice of the Force; Caedyn couldn't be certain if she would hear him, however he sought out her recovery before his own; at the very least he himself wasn't left completely blind, not with the Force able to track the presence of those within their immediate vicinity. Anything further out however, he was amiss to. While the effects of the Flashbang would be only temporary for everyone hit by the effect, Kyra was his Padawan and someone he had come to feel a weight of responsibility and care over.

"Slow deep breaths.." he encouraged, something of a skill in itself as the Jedi Knight couldn't help but notice they were far from being out of danger. The ability to distance oneself from their own sense of panic, to focus on the needs of another was a talent that only came with time and experience as a member of the Order.

"If you can hear me. When you can see, call out their positions as soon as you spot them. I'm still blind here" he advised, wanting to know where their opposition had gotten to and why or how they had managed to avoid being gunned down in their current state.

Cops: Samara Galloway | Tulan Kor | Cadere | Jamie Lysle | Kiegan Lysle | Sakadi Marathi Sinvala
Robbers: The Fool | Wynter Rackham | Rissk | Lief | Lliara Daeva | Malcoma Hesse | Maijan Paisea

 

[Lliara Daeva]

You couldn't tell by looking at the mask that hid her features, but Lliara's lips thinned as Maijin did the one thing she essentially said not to do -- hesitate. Of course, she didn't know what the other woman planned or what the crew of the Undoubtedly relied upon this particular, attractive creature to do. Rather, she was forced to step out of phase with the world alone when the word 'flashbang' filled the air. That and the mask took care of the nuisance.

When Maijin reached out to the crew, however, the black mask tilted downward as she'd reappeared beside the woman. It tilted up and panned across the scene before her to regard the Jedi nearby. Some sort of illusion? Well, Maijin was terrible at following directions, but apparently had quite a gift to make something that convincing and pervasive. Definitely best the woman hadn't come with her... though they should test that theory. Perhaps their powers combined would be an absolutely lethal combination.

"Very well." Lliara helped the woman to her feet. "Seems like you don't need my help avoiding attention." So much for needing to take Lliara's hand.

Metal rod collapsed, Lliara tucked it away before she extended her now free hand toward the crate. Before she conjured the ability, however, she looked back at Maijin. "Just how deep does your illusion go, exactly? I could move that crate in a matter of seconds with the Force." Just how fast did the stressed out cutey want to get out of there? If even the use of the Force was suppressed, that crate was as good as theirs, and the two women wouldn't be far behind. Otherwise, well, Lliara wasn't as weak as she appeared, but Dumbal topped her on muscles; Maijin wasn't going to get off easy if Lliara had to grab a lift and wheel the thing over.

Undoubtedly: @Wynter Rackham | Maijan Paisea | Lief | Rissk | Wynter Rackham | Malcoma Hesse | Rissk
Doubting Jedi: Samara Galloway | Cadere | Sakadi Marathi Sinvala | Jamie Lysle | Kiegan Lysle | Tulan Kor | Caedyn Arenais | Kyra Perl | Gida'Vida

 

[Kyra Perl]

Breathe.

The instructions vibrated through her, unheard yet understood as her chest heaved and fell in a dramatic rendition of obedience. Breathe... Her shoulder slumped under Caedyn's hands, a rare bit of blind trust (ha! puns!) showed as she obeyed and stopped searching for her saber. The force flooded her, its healing intent promising a future of sight and sound-- she would be remiss to resist.

Breathe.

Her shoulders rose and fell in a deeper breath, but her heart rate remained unchanging under the stress of the moment. Everything blurred, and hurt, and rang so bright! Threats lurked beneath each murky shadow-- her head snapping too and fro as she expected the barrel of a gun to solidify before her at any moment. The moment was terrifying, compounding with each breath she forced through her teeth. She managed to find enough awareness to call her saber to her through the force, the hilt jumping into her palm. She clutched at it.

Her ears crackled as his voice seeped back into her awareness. "Well be hut u be," came the muddled directions, like hearing below water. Images slowly crystallized, his meaning somehow understood.

"They're- they're already gone," she reported, her stress dissipating from her in a huff. She briefly wondered how that could be. How did they move so fast? Had the attack morphed her concept of time? "The crates too." She pulled away from him, grimacing as she tried to bring herself to stand. And that would be all he got for a report from her. Her attention already tore to her bloody friends, one down and the other distraught as Samara attempted to heal him.

She stumbled a step, her balance still compromised as she left Caedyn to tend to his sight. She would have offered help, but she had no skill in it herself.

The transport ship came sliding in, several hands jumping out. Two of which went to Jamie Lysle Kiegan Lysle and Samara Galloway . Help had arrived just in time. On Kyra's part, she stumbled a step forward again-- a hair's breath away from where her arch enemy Maijan Paisea stood maintaining the illusion.

Kyra frowned, her little hairs tingling...

Boots approached behind her, a set of hands offering aid. She swayed backwards into them, turning around and letting them lead her away.

What a mess.

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