Post by Poludnica on May 6, 2014 10:34:00 GMT -5
The world exploded in a flash of stars that danced in her field vision. Danica inhaled sharply, feeling her body radiating with dull pain. The fall knock air from the girl's lungs and she curled on the floor until something hit the opposite wall – noise and fear sobering Danica up. The human woman's gaze found Nieraan. Not for the first time she was forced to face the Firrerreo had stopped being a hired help. Worry that showed on Danica's features spoke about it and more.
Artion, the former Jedi and self-proclaimed vigilante – one of many like minded humans Cassius gathered – raised a barrier. Flickeing blue aura thickened around him. Nieraan's lightening hit it, obliterating the shield but fading in the process. The static created from clashing those two annihilating forces filled the air with acrid scent of ozone. Danica felt tiny hairs on her neck and arms rising. She had witnessed before how devastating the Force could be when wielded by Nieraan but never seen anyone who could withstand this first attack.
The light side mercenary, and her father's dear friend woke his saber to life – blue blade burning brightly among the carnage. ”Nieraan.” Danica whispered , seeing this. He will kill him. The man looked older, more experienced than Firrerreo youth. A seasoned hunter. The Sith was fighting for her and for the first time in a while the woman experienced worry that brew from guilt as she watched Artion moving to swift attack. Aiming to take Nieraan's head off his shoulders in one sweep, as if the Firrerreo was a talentless, inexperienced hack. A babe that picked the mother's saber.
The Coruscanti girl wanted to help him, somehow. She pressed herself against the wall, bruises already formed on her delicate skin and sent aching pain along frayed nerves. Cassius had already taken one man dear to her, this time he wouldn't win. Not with Nieraan. Danica reached for the discarded purse, she dug through it until her fingers found cold surface of a blaster pistol. Near by the hiss of sabers spoke of feriocuius battle.
Artion, the former Jedi and self-proclaimed vigilante – one of many like minded humans Cassius gathered – raised a barrier. Flickeing blue aura thickened around him. Nieraan's lightening hit it, obliterating the shield but fading in the process. The static created from clashing those two annihilating forces filled the air with acrid scent of ozone. Danica felt tiny hairs on her neck and arms rising. She had witnessed before how devastating the Force could be when wielded by Nieraan but never seen anyone who could withstand this first attack.
The light side mercenary, and her father's dear friend woke his saber to life – blue blade burning brightly among the carnage. ”Nieraan.” Danica whispered , seeing this. He will kill him. The man looked older, more experienced than Firrerreo youth. A seasoned hunter. The Sith was fighting for her and for the first time in a while the woman experienced worry that brew from guilt as she watched Artion moving to swift attack. Aiming to take Nieraan's head off his shoulders in one sweep, as if the Firrerreo was a talentless, inexperienced hack. A babe that picked the mother's saber.
The Coruscanti girl wanted to help him, somehow. She pressed herself against the wall, bruises already formed on her delicate skin and sent aching pain along frayed nerves. Cassius had already taken one man dear to her, this time he wouldn't win. Not with Nieraan. Danica reached for the discarded purse, she dug through it until her fingers found cold surface of a blaster pistol. Near by the hiss of sabers spoke of feriocuius battle.