Post by Mara on Oct 1, 2010 17:57:47 GMT -5
Red blade and blue screeched together in a shower of sparks as the Twi'lek Sith battled the human Jedi. They were similar in age, he only a few years old, but obviously one of them was showing a lot more skill, the other pure tenacity. Strengthened by whatever powers her fellow Sith was imbuing in her, Looma was still holding her own in this lightsaber duel, something she never would have imagined. And couldn't imagine, if she were to still survive. For even though she had an increase in power and confidence, if she were to falter even the briefest second, the Jedi would get through her flurried parries and blocks and would most certainly wound or kill her.
And she couldn't let that happen. Looma knew she had so much yet to live for, to accomplish. In the back of her mind lay her path to the darkside, away from the light. Her master and her training. And in his own special area back there, Caleb. If anything, she had to survive for him.
For a while they had stood there, feet immobile on the cave floor, only their torsos, arms, blades doing any moving. She had her feet set apart, one leg slightly back for balance as she swung her weapon two-handed at the Jedi. Despite the increase of dark Force power from Cho, her opponent was still strong, and she could not hold onto a one-handed grip for very long. It gave her a bit of a disadvantage, but she was making the most of it, using the strength in both arms, plus the Force, to thrust with the red blade again the enemy's blue one.
But then something changed. Not to her, but to the Jedi. Later she might have described it as a survival complex. The Jedi, thinking he would probably die down here in the caves of Subterrel anyway, gave way to any inhibitions that he may have yet been holding onto. It seemed to Looma that suddenly he got even more powerful, and fresh, as if he had just entered the fight. How could the light side of the Force be more of an ally than the dark? She couldn't understand it, but this Jedi started fighting with renewed energy.
Slowly she was forced back, her legs moving underneath her as her hands kept swinging the blade, now only blocking and defending again. Again, no longer having any time or forethought to offense or finding a way to disable her opponent. Even if she had found something close by in the cave to use telekinetically, there wasn't enough focus in her mind. To do so would cause fatal distraction. The soldiers around them moved as well, holding the circle, but the two combatants didn't notice them; they had eyes only for each other, for the enemy.
Looma knew her confidence and strength were beginning to fade, even with the help from Cho. She could not survive solely on the Noghri's power. While it helped, it had only been masking her depleted energies. Now she could feel her body fading, her muscles screaming at her, her breathing coming in gasps. But she could do nothing, as all her focus was on her red lightsaber blade and keeping herself alive for as long as possible. All her energy was going into her own survival, just as the Jedi's was. They were almost a mirror image of each other inside a distorted mirror.
With every ounce of energy she had left, she fought back, defending herself, looking for opening to attack but finding none. The Jedi was fighting with more determination than ever, pummeling her blade, the vibrations running down her tired arms. Looma knew it was only inevitable that she would collapse completely, and the Jedi would stand over her, victorious. And this small falter in her emotions allowed the Jedi just the opportunity he needed.
Blades pressed together, he pushed his blue against her red. She had gotten her feet to stop, but with the Jedi shoving on her through his weapon, it made her bend slightly backward, still trying to keep her weapon between herself and his own weapon. And then the blue blade slipped through her defenses, only for a moment and caught on one of her lekku.
The next moment was a blur, everything happening simultaneously at super-speed and super slow motion. When the blade connected with her sensitive tissue, Looma had screamed, louder than she had ever before. Never before had she felt more pain. Seeing that he had gotten in a blow, the Jedi had swung his blade back, ready to finish off the Twi'lek. At the same time, she had just reacted instinctively, not realizing what she was doing. Drawing on the Force around her, she pulled it in, and then let go, the energy exploding between the dueling pair, shoving them both backwards, through the soldiers, with Looma landing hard against a cave wall. Her vision went fuzzy and then black, passing out either from hitting her head or the pain of her partially severed lekku tip, or both.
And she couldn't let that happen. Looma knew she had so much yet to live for, to accomplish. In the back of her mind lay her path to the darkside, away from the light. Her master and her training. And in his own special area back there, Caleb. If anything, she had to survive for him.
For a while they had stood there, feet immobile on the cave floor, only their torsos, arms, blades doing any moving. She had her feet set apart, one leg slightly back for balance as she swung her weapon two-handed at the Jedi. Despite the increase of dark Force power from Cho, her opponent was still strong, and she could not hold onto a one-handed grip for very long. It gave her a bit of a disadvantage, but she was making the most of it, using the strength in both arms, plus the Force, to thrust with the red blade again the enemy's blue one.
But then something changed. Not to her, but to the Jedi. Later she might have described it as a survival complex. The Jedi, thinking he would probably die down here in the caves of Subterrel anyway, gave way to any inhibitions that he may have yet been holding onto. It seemed to Looma that suddenly he got even more powerful, and fresh, as if he had just entered the fight. How could the light side of the Force be more of an ally than the dark? She couldn't understand it, but this Jedi started fighting with renewed energy.
Slowly she was forced back, her legs moving underneath her as her hands kept swinging the blade, now only blocking and defending again. Again, no longer having any time or forethought to offense or finding a way to disable her opponent. Even if she had found something close by in the cave to use telekinetically, there wasn't enough focus in her mind. To do so would cause fatal distraction. The soldiers around them moved as well, holding the circle, but the two combatants didn't notice them; they had eyes only for each other, for the enemy.
Looma knew her confidence and strength were beginning to fade, even with the help from Cho. She could not survive solely on the Noghri's power. While it helped, it had only been masking her depleted energies. Now she could feel her body fading, her muscles screaming at her, her breathing coming in gasps. But she could do nothing, as all her focus was on her red lightsaber blade and keeping herself alive for as long as possible. All her energy was going into her own survival, just as the Jedi's was. They were almost a mirror image of each other inside a distorted mirror.
With every ounce of energy she had left, she fought back, defending herself, looking for opening to attack but finding none. The Jedi was fighting with more determination than ever, pummeling her blade, the vibrations running down her tired arms. Looma knew it was only inevitable that she would collapse completely, and the Jedi would stand over her, victorious. And this small falter in her emotions allowed the Jedi just the opportunity he needed.
Blades pressed together, he pushed his blue against her red. She had gotten her feet to stop, but with the Jedi shoving on her through his weapon, it made her bend slightly backward, still trying to keep her weapon between herself and his own weapon. And then the blue blade slipped through her defenses, only for a moment and caught on one of her lekku.
The next moment was a blur, everything happening simultaneously at super-speed and super slow motion. When the blade connected with her sensitive tissue, Looma had screamed, louder than she had ever before. Never before had she felt more pain. Seeing that he had gotten in a blow, the Jedi had swung his blade back, ready to finish off the Twi'lek. At the same time, she had just reacted instinctively, not realizing what she was doing. Drawing on the Force around her, she pulled it in, and then let go, the energy exploding between the dueling pair, shoving them both backwards, through the soldiers, with Looma landing hard against a cave wall. Her vision went fuzzy and then black, passing out either from hitting her head or the pain of her partially severed lekku tip, or both.