What unleashed around Renfry was nothing short of a swarm of damage and energy. There was no way that she could evade it all, and so she did what she did best: deliver as much damage out of it as possible.
She was tugged forward by the efforts of the mangled Imperial Knight, and although it was only a slight off-balancing, sometimes that was all it took to change the course of a battle.
The Shadow warned her of the return of her Bolt of Hatred and if it had been anyone else in the galaxy save Darth Raze, she would have failed to prevent it. But even now she was Darth Andruil, Sith Empress.
Her right arm swept in front of her, wrapped up in the Shadow as she batted the bolt of hatred to her side and directly into Max Dram. Closing to such close proximity to a woman such as her was a risky move, and with the speed of his charge and the burst of energy from the jump boots, it would be all but impossible for him to redirect or dodge in the split second before the bolt would vaporize him.
Unfortunately for Renfry, this too, came at a cost. The Shadow guided her hand, but even she was only so powerful. She stepped aside from the tail-wrap narrowly as well as the stun shot to her torso, but did not have the same luck with her leg. Asher's shot struck her right leg and it deadened beneath her even as the remainder of the attacks fell upon her.
Her right hand spun around again to intercept Altair's blow to her chest, but as it spun through the air, it found itself hacked off at the elbow by none other than the polearm that Sheehan had once carried. Now in the hands of the Singing Mountain's First, the last tool that the Queen had to defend herself was gone.
The punch from the Grand Marshal found its purchase, slamming into her sternum with such force that the crunching of bone could be heard throughout the room.
She was flung bodily back into the wall before slumping to the ground as she tried to pull breath into her lungs without success.
Regret was a funny thing. Renfry knew that she could have done things differently in her life. She could have held onto her Imperial throne and probably averted this. She could have stayed on Dathomir and not ever gotten involved in the galaxy. She could have never joined the Sith, fallen in love with Emryc, given birth to her little Gizka, and any of those steps would have prevented this death.
But she didn't regret any of it. The sleep comes fast and I'll meet no ghosts.
Her whole life had led her to this moment. She had seen things that few could imagine and fewer still would believe. She had made friends and enemies, loved and lost. She'd killed friends and forged relationships that would last beyond her death. It would always end like this, and she knew it. She had left her cherished possessions and messages to those she cared for most.
Her time had come to an end. She didn't fear death as most did for she was a Shaman of Dathomir. She had peered beyond the Veil and she knew what awaited her: Sisters from through the ages. It was simply the natural cycle of the galaxy.
As darkness crept in at the edges of her vision, Renfry, Clan Mother of the Forgotten Valley, Queen of the Nightsisters, and Empress of the Sith Empire finally found her place beyond the Veil.
She was tugged forward by the efforts of the mangled Imperial Knight, and although it was only a slight off-balancing, sometimes that was all it took to change the course of a battle.
The Shadow warned her of the return of her Bolt of Hatred and if it had been anyone else in the galaxy save Darth Raze, she would have failed to prevent it. But even now she was Darth Andruil, Sith Empress.
Her right arm swept in front of her, wrapped up in the Shadow as she batted the bolt of hatred to her side and directly into Max Dram. Closing to such close proximity to a woman such as her was a risky move, and with the speed of his charge and the burst of energy from the jump boots, it would be all but impossible for him to redirect or dodge in the split second before the bolt would vaporize him.
Unfortunately for Renfry, this too, came at a cost. The Shadow guided her hand, but even she was only so powerful. She stepped aside from the tail-wrap narrowly as well as the stun shot to her torso, but did not have the same luck with her leg. Asher's shot struck her right leg and it deadened beneath her even as the remainder of the attacks fell upon her.
Her right hand spun around again to intercept Altair's blow to her chest, but as it spun through the air, it found itself hacked off at the elbow by none other than the polearm that Sheehan had once carried. Now in the hands of the Singing Mountain's First, the last tool that the Queen had to defend herself was gone.
The punch from the Grand Marshal found its purchase, slamming into her sternum with such force that the crunching of bone could be heard throughout the room.
She was flung bodily back into the wall before slumping to the ground as she tried to pull breath into her lungs without success.
Regret was a funny thing. Renfry knew that she could have done things differently in her life. She could have held onto her Imperial throne and probably averted this. She could have stayed on Dathomir and not ever gotten involved in the galaxy. She could have never joined the Sith, fallen in love with Emryc, given birth to her little Gizka, and any of those steps would have prevented this death.
But she didn't regret any of it. The sleep comes fast and I'll meet no ghosts.
Her whole life had led her to this moment. She had seen things that few could imagine and fewer still would believe. She had made friends and enemies, loved and lost. She'd killed friends and forged relationships that would last beyond her death. It would always end like this, and she knew it. She had left her cherished possessions and messages to those she cared for most.
Her time had come to an end. She didn't fear death as most did for she was a Shaman of Dathomir. She had peered beyond the Veil and she knew what awaited her: Sisters from through the ages. It was simply the natural cycle of the galaxy.
As darkness crept in at the edges of her vision, Renfry, Clan Mother of the Forgotten Valley, Queen of the Nightsisters, and Empress of the Sith Empire finally found her place beyond the Veil.