He's not sure that he wants to comprehend the depths of the darkness ... the emptiness ... that he senses within her. Whatever she has learned, the stain it's left on her fills him with a discomfort that it is difficult to fully describe.
His discomfort, though, isn't important right now.
Whatever Kreia has become, she must be stopped. Every instinct that he has is practically screaming it. Whatever designs she has for Meetra, whatever her goals are beyond that ... he must prevent them from coming to fruition.
He advances carefully. The tip of the blade pointed towards Kreia, slowly shifts from one side to another, teasing angles of attack as he evaluates Kreia's defenses.
Then, he strikes. He slashes at the lead saber - a hard, hacking blow aimed at batting it aside. At the same time, he reaches out with the Force, trying to contest Kreia's telekinetic grip with his own.
Hopefully, it would slow their movement long enough for him to disable one of the orbiting blades floating around her.
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Date: 2021-01-08 02:17 am (UTC)His discomfort, though, isn't important right now.
Whatever Kreia has become, she must be stopped. Every instinct that he has is practically screaming it. Whatever designs she has for Meetra, whatever her goals are beyond that ... he must prevent them from coming to fruition.
He advances carefully. The tip of the blade pointed towards Kreia, slowly shifts from one side to another, teasing angles of attack as he evaluates Kreia's defenses.
Then, he strikes. He slashes at the lead saber - a hard, hacking blow aimed at batting it aside. At the same time, he reaches out with the Force, trying to contest Kreia's telekinetic grip with his own.
Hopefully, it would slow their movement long enough for him to disable one of the orbiting blades floating around her.