Kiyala Demont`
Character
The sound of a melody could be heard spilling from Kiyala's room of sorts. It was a message relating to a duel; tapping the interface to open the message. She found herself feeling taken aback to see it was none other than @[member="Darth Vornskr"] , Kiyala had challenged him long ago when he sat upon the council of the Sith of the Old but now Kaine seemingly grew out of his apparent retire and began the path of power again. Kiyala knew she didn't have time for fear only for results so she evened her breathing while drawing in the dark side drinking in its essence as she rose from her seat. Utilizing minor telekinesis to draw on her armor and weapons as her armored attached itself it began its natural temperature conditioning routines.
In a time before she would began to think on the way to battle but her focus couldn't allow her so. She was no fool a Sith Master could kill her if she slipped but if she didn't he wouldn't be the first of course. As she arrived in the arena awaiting his arrival she began chanting to herself drawing in a deep thick mists that would serve as better element for her skills for the initial part of this battle.
For now she would wait for her prey to arrive her form obscured in shadow but covered in the Rancor Mark 2 armor.
In a time before she would began to think on the way to battle but her focus couldn't allow her so. She was no fool a Sith Master could kill her if she slipped but if she didn't he wouldn't be the first of course. As she arrived in the arena awaiting his arrival she began chanting to herself drawing in a deep thick mists that would serve as better element for her skills for the initial part of this battle.
For now she would wait for her prey to arrive her form obscured in shadow but covered in the Rancor Mark 2 armor.