As the conversation continued around him, Quin’s eyes were only on Lemon. Pleading. Begging her to rethink what she was doing. When she finally lowered her blade from her neck, it was like a breath of fresh air.
Even if she said she would go through him to get to the Sith.
Quin could think again. Now he needed a way out. As the Sith Bitch spoke above him, his eyes went down to the lightsaber at his hip. If he could get that before she noticed, somehow cut off her arm—
“Siiiiiiiiiiiiiith… Jeeeeediiiiiiiiii…”
The knight wouldn’t have to fight his way free before the Sith removed her blade and shoved him forward. Without so much as a glance at her, Quin got back up to his feet and quickly made his way over to Vayla, facing the sound of the voice. There was something far worse than Sith here. Though he couldn’t see it, he could sense it.
And he could certainly see that blade.
Stay back. Though no words came out of his mouth, Quin prepared himself by igniting his lightsaber again and holding it with both hands at his side. If this thing had any reason, it would think twice about facing two Jedi. Potentially even a Sith, and maybe Lemon if she had come back to her senses.
Whatever it was, it felt wrong. It felt different from the dark side— it felt neither cold nor hot but nothing. Empty. Something in between. If it attacked… this time he would not be holding back.
@Die Shize