Recent content by Vayla Mirana

Something seemed wrong the moment the Abomination did something as he created distance between him and his opponents. He took another step, yet just then he seemed to stagger, as if lowering to a knee. It was as if the building had quaked, or the light and dark was blinding to him, maybe...

An instant later, having reality burn into her vision as a black lightsaber, the irony wasn’t so lost on her. Whatever this creature was, it took his black blade to unite red and blue as his two blades took on two. Whether adjusting his swing to intercept the Sith’s blade attacking his knees...

Sith. Jedi. It was just a moment of noticing it as the Abomination, the Weapon, stepped back from the Sith’s attack. Her blade was red. His was black. It wasn’t white. It wasn’t grey. If he was in between, his blade was…empty. A pit. It reminded the Jedi of the sword a forlorn Sith might...

Swinging a weapon like a boomerang or a four-pointed shuriken wasn’t what had unnerved her with his double-bladed lightsaber. Vayla had performed the maneuver before. It wasn’t his sword but his grip on the Force that truly unsettled her. This wasn’t living, and this wasn’t Living. It was...

This foe was strong. He wielded his double-bladed lightsaber in one hand as if there were two lightsabers in both hands. With a two-handed grip, Vayla could only imagine the punishment of his power, but she didn’t have an instant to even consider it as the Weapon contended with two soldiers...

Her gaze on this abomination, the corner of Vayla’s eye caught the movement of others. First Quin. He shifted as the Sith released him from her grip. Cheriss got into position, faced her opponent, but it was not Vayla, it was not Quin. It was not Leh’Min’Ayd even as her and Vayla look each...

Amid her own trials and tribulations, from a girl to a woman, this girl before her had gone through a change whose pain Vayla Mirana had been spared. Yet Leh’Min’Ayd was to bear it in her stead. So, whatever power was in this chamber, whatever its peak, whether crystal or person, whatever the...

This whole time, though she was of one mind, both Shadow and Knight, a soldier of the light, the warrior within her could not deny the lure to this fight. There was more to this chamber at work than the chamber within it. More than weapons or Weapon. More than Nemesis. There was a power here...

Holding Cheriss’ left leg with her left hand through the Force, the Shadow intended to further explore that door. While her enemy deftly transitioned the grip into a roundhouse kick, along with her downward arcing saber, Vayla had never let go of that left leg. As the Sith’s attacks came, Vayla...

Maybe it was the effect that this room was having on her and, if she felt it, potentially others did too. Some unknown element. Some unfocused essence. This feeling of aggression, of a need for conflict, to get violent, whether it mirrored whatever had taken that young woman, Leh’Min’Ayd, in a...

Her opponent stepped back, both blades clashed and lightning from Cheriss’ hand caught Vayla’s eye. The Jedi immediately withdrew her blade from the Sith’s and swung in it in the direction of the lightning to absorb it into her sword as before. If her opponent was waiting for Vayla to attack...

Pivoting and aligning her front with her opponent, Vayla saw her enter a roll as her saber missed its target. With its horizontal swing already to her right, she simply arced the blade downward toward Cheriss’ new location. Vayla concurrently pivoted on her left foot, bringing her right...

Vayla caught onto Cheriss’ pivot, easily spotted as the Sith began moving to the Jedi’s right flank. Having been facing Cheriss’ front with her right side before the Sith repositioned, Vayla knew this would leave her own right side open for an attack—as much as her opponent open. So, as Cheriss...

The lightning vanished into thin air as surely as it had first been projected. That left Cheriss’ hand free as much as Vayla’s saber. The Jedi had only one goal now: get this Sith out of her way as soon as possible so she could go after her master. Widening her eyes while she faced her...

Their blades clashed yet again. Cyan light bites crimson. Weapons in defensive positions, though perhaps Vayla’s blade had actually kept Cheriss’ from biting into her anyway. Maybe this Sith had attacked all the same. She had one chance already. What had Vayla said earlier? Oh. Right. I won’t...