Post by Dire Wolf on Aug 1, 2009 22:02:18 GMT -5
The Jedi Master kneeled there next to the dead woman as her signature in the Force slowly fluttered out of her awareness. The woman sighed as she moved her hand up to pull the little facemask off of the Dark Jedi's face, and that was when she noticed it: The bright green eyes. Rhissai's eyes grew wide as she lightly tugged the bit of cloth off of the dead woman's face to reveal soft features. She looked so young! Like a teenager. But how could she be so powerful at a young age?
Then it hit Rhissai.
She realized that her opponent was an Aphithiri. She couldn't think of any near human subspecies, save the Aphithiri, that held that particular hue of crystalline green in their eyes. It was a sad thing, she was forced to kill one of her fellow Aphithiri, and a Force sensitive one at that. It was like killing a brother or a sister, because her race was so endangered (especially Force sensitive Aphithiri) that every single being of her species mattered. Especially off of Aphithir.
The loud whump of a 160lb Selonian slamming into the floor thrust her back into reality. Rhissai had no time to mourn over the death of one of her former comrades, she had to ensure that she wouldn't have to worry about mourning the death of her current comrade. Her crystalline green gaze quickly flickered over to the Zeltron Dark Jedi and then to Sellah, who was just hauling herself up. She needed help.
Tanned fingers laced around the animal hide-wrapped grip of White Fang and pulled it off of its clip. She slowly walked towards the Zeltron, her lightsaber held loosely at her side, and watched Sellah charge towards the Dark Jedi. This was completely unneccessary.
"Stop. Dark Jedi, two of your compatriots are cooling on the floor of this bar and the third lie in a coma that he won't slip out of for a long time. Lay down your lightsaber and come with us, there is no need for further violence."
This information only seemed to anger the Zeltron as she broke off from Sellah and charged at Rhissai. The raven haired master only shook her head slightly and wrapped an envelope of the Force around one of the woman's legs. She only had to wait half a heartbeat for her leg ot be in the right position before she yanked on the envelope with all of her incorporeal might. Rhiss watched with a slight smirk on her face as the Dark Jedi crashed into the floor and slid to a stop.
It was then that Rhiss fingered the activation switch on her lightsaber, igniting a new silver star within the bar.
Rhiss' little move only angered the Zeltron woman further as she shot up and threw swipe after swipe at the Jedi Master. She barely had to twitch her silver saber to block the fury of her opponents swipes, yet she still had to backpedal so that she was not tackled by the almost dainty looking woman. Anger and frustration welled up inside the Zeltron's heart as her efforts were fruitless, and she curled her left hand around to lash out at Rhiss' side. The aphithiri barely had to twitch her katana-hilted lightsaber to block the attack, but she didn't move it to deflect the red blade.
She moved it to cut the Dark Jedi woman's lightsaber off at the emitter.
The blood red line of plasma barely nicked Rhiss' shoulder as the magnets lost their grip on the plasma. Air hissed out of the woman's lips as her free hand shot over to her shoulder and she almost leapt back. She needed a little breather so the Force could heal her wound.
Then it hit Rhissai.
She realized that her opponent was an Aphithiri. She couldn't think of any near human subspecies, save the Aphithiri, that held that particular hue of crystalline green in their eyes. It was a sad thing, she was forced to kill one of her fellow Aphithiri, and a Force sensitive one at that. It was like killing a brother or a sister, because her race was so endangered (especially Force sensitive Aphithiri) that every single being of her species mattered. Especially off of Aphithir.
The loud whump of a 160lb Selonian slamming into the floor thrust her back into reality. Rhissai had no time to mourn over the death of one of her former comrades, she had to ensure that she wouldn't have to worry about mourning the death of her current comrade. Her crystalline green gaze quickly flickered over to the Zeltron Dark Jedi and then to Sellah, who was just hauling herself up. She needed help.
Tanned fingers laced around the animal hide-wrapped grip of White Fang and pulled it off of its clip. She slowly walked towards the Zeltron, her lightsaber held loosely at her side, and watched Sellah charge towards the Dark Jedi. This was completely unneccessary.
"Stop. Dark Jedi, two of your compatriots are cooling on the floor of this bar and the third lie in a coma that he won't slip out of for a long time. Lay down your lightsaber and come with us, there is no need for further violence."
This information only seemed to anger the Zeltron as she broke off from Sellah and charged at Rhissai. The raven haired master only shook her head slightly and wrapped an envelope of the Force around one of the woman's legs. She only had to wait half a heartbeat for her leg ot be in the right position before she yanked on the envelope with all of her incorporeal might. Rhiss watched with a slight smirk on her face as the Dark Jedi crashed into the floor and slid to a stop.
It was then that Rhiss fingered the activation switch on her lightsaber, igniting a new silver star within the bar.
Rhiss' little move only angered the Zeltron woman further as she shot up and threw swipe after swipe at the Jedi Master. She barely had to twitch her silver saber to block the fury of her opponents swipes, yet she still had to backpedal so that she was not tackled by the almost dainty looking woman. Anger and frustration welled up inside the Zeltron's heart as her efforts were fruitless, and she curled her left hand around to lash out at Rhiss' side. The aphithiri barely had to twitch her katana-hilted lightsaber to block the attack, but she didn't move it to deflect the red blade.
She moved it to cut the Dark Jedi woman's lightsaber off at the emitter.
The blood red line of plasma barely nicked Rhiss' shoulder as the magnets lost their grip on the plasma. Air hissed out of the woman's lips as her free hand shot over to her shoulder and she almost leapt back. She needed a little breather so the Force could heal her wound.