With the shopkeeper bolting, and his Sith companion insuring that all entrances were promptly locked, Sol could finally release his hold on the fur covered woman, letting her drop to the chair that Anzijj had snatched with a small thump. He is of course gentle enough to avoid causing further injury, considering that the goal was interrogation for now. The words of the other Champion ring clear within the Kel'dor's mind however, and he does find himself nodding with quiet agreement. There was no real point in waiting for the wolf to wake up from her little nap.
"I see no further usefulness from her." The Kel'dor shrugs. It was a bit of a lie, in truth. Sparing the wolf might mean that she ran to her fellow rebels and told them to stand down. It wasn't really worth the risk, though, nor the effort, or the time. As patient as Sol was, the wounds to his back were agitating, and he didn't care for waiting around much longer. "Let us take what we need. The names of the rebel leathers are Aranas and Khar. We need their location." The Kel'dor reminds. If they both had the same, clear goal in mind, then this would be a far easier process. With the location of the rebel leaders, they could cut the heads off the hydra, as it were.
With that in mind, Sol closes his eyes, focuses on the chill of hateful ice beneath his skin, the anger that boiled deep within his blood. Darkness surges from his spirit, pulses through his mind, and the Kel'dor forms that wicked probe with all the brutality of what he intended to do. Sol directs the force toward the Shistavanen's mind, and allows himself to hesitate for just a moment to insure that Anzijj was right there along with him. Together, they would take what they needed, even if it destroyed all that the she-wolf was.
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"I see no further usefulness from her." The Kel'dor shrugs. It was a bit of a lie, in truth. Sparing the wolf might mean that she ran to her fellow rebels and told them to stand down. It wasn't really worth the risk, though, nor the effort, or the time. As patient as Sol was, the wounds to his back were agitating, and he didn't care for waiting around much longer. "Let us take what we need. The names of the rebel leathers are Aranas and Khar. We need their location." The Kel'dor reminds. If they both had the same, clear goal in mind, then this would be a far easier process. With the location of the rebel leaders, they could cut the heads off the hydra, as it were.
With that in mind, Sol closes his eyes, focuses on the chill of hateful ice beneath his skin, the anger that boiled deep within his blood. Darkness surges from his spirit, pulses through his mind, and the Kel'dor forms that wicked probe with all the brutality of what he intended to do. Sol directs the force toward the Shistavanen's mind, and allows himself to hesitate for just a moment to insure that Anzijj was right there along with him. Together, they would take what they needed, even if it destroyed all that the she-wolf was.
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