Serene watched with interest as the fight came to a swift and brutal conclusion. She soaked in the excitement, feeling the radiating bloodlust from not only Qu'jara but from the onlookers. The Bogan was strong on Korriban and the sorceress knew she could use it to her own benefit.
The time had come for the near-human Sith Champion to display her prowess. Arcanos had been accurate in his opinion of her. She was someone who skulked about, hiding her true potential from others and never showing her hand. The same was true for her intentions. Her mind was a steel trap that thwarted mental manipulation and sometimes made it difficult for others to attempt telepathy with her and for good reason. Serene's mask-like face was rarely expressing how she felt to the fullest. She was a master of controlling and honing her emotions to only let what she wanted to be shown ever displayed or felt by others. The sorceress would not have survived this long if others truly knew how she felt. With years of practice this allowed her feelings to be sharpened into a razor's edge with no chance for leakage or inefficiency. Anything less than perfection was not good enough in her eyes.
"Excuse me." She told the young man she had been talking to. But it seemed he was already distracted to it hardly mattered. Her pet C4T droid, Rupert, meowed aggressively at the appearance of an organic loth-cat. He raised up slightly on all fours but stared down with a look of superiority that was common with all felines.
The next moment Serene was leaping from the balcony to the sands just outside of the dueling ring safely. A use of aerokinesis had the robed witch glid down with edges of her clothes fluttering elegantly and an additional application of the force softened her fall even further. Her legs bent slightly as she stared across the arena at her opponent. Serene delicately removed her shoes and set them aside until her bare feet were firmly immersed in the granular sands beneath her. The sorceress's connection to the planet and the structure surrounding the two of them became that much closer.
"I am Serene Graves." She proclaimed with her head held high. She then pulled the floating electroblade to her right hand, testing its weight and balance in her palm momentarily, switching it to her left and then back again before letting it rest at her right side. Reflected back at her, Qu'jara would feel a focused intensity not wholly of bloodlust, but of a sensation akin to confidence. It was certainty. It was entropy. It was inevitability. It was Serene.
Serene took one step forward into the ring with her left foot leading. The woman raised her right hand wielding the electroblade at the ready and across her body in a defensive posture. The berserker was the type to charge at the first opportunity and Serene was likewise someone willing to strike first.
The witch’s left hand would raise beside her right, forming a one handed sign with her pinky and ring finger bent while her middle and pointer wove a sharp hook symbol in the air like a wicked J. All the while her mouth formed the words of the ancient tongue, ur-Kittât. <"Overload"> This time when she spoke, it was with a voice of several beings overlayed with one another. This was quick and meant to be short, expecting Serene would only have a brief window of opportunity. So many sorcerers used signs, but often overlooked verbal additions to their Force manipulations which inherently made them inferior. Serene never made that mistake and she uttered the word that would cause the electrical weapon of her opponent to pass its safety restrictions near instantaneously and electrocute the holder with a presently sourced form of Force Lightning.
The blink of an eye the tendrils of blue lightning would lengthen and grow rapidly seeking out the nearest connection which happened to be the Qu'kara. The handle would not be where the electricity stopped. The branches of lightning spawning from Qu'jara's weapon would leap from the blade, reach out like so many small electrical claws of withered child spirits wanting to clambering towards the woman's arm and in turn her face and torso. One other aspect of sorcery was calling upon the spirits of the deceased and here on Korriban, the dead and the dark side were plentiful. Their power was Serene's and she was a conduit for them to lash out per her own will.
The dark side witch did not wait. While her left hand focused her electrical attack, her right hand holding her electroblade would splay all digits save for its thumb and pointer finger in order to push a blast of wide telekinetic force in front of her while maintaing ahold of the weapon. This was done in a forty five degree wave originating from Serene's palm. One handed and wide, it was harsh and abrupt to put the Nutaloan off balance and if she were caught unawares or even distracted it ran the risk of pushing them outside of the ring entirely. Furthermore, if Serene's opponent tried to close the distance it would slow them down or stop their progress all together. There was also the additional benefit of so many grains of sand being hurled in a blinding manner for Qu'jara to deal with on top of the attack's brutish force.
@Dread @Jake
The time had come for the near-human Sith Champion to display her prowess. Arcanos had been accurate in his opinion of her. She was someone who skulked about, hiding her true potential from others and never showing her hand. The same was true for her intentions. Her mind was a steel trap that thwarted mental manipulation and sometimes made it difficult for others to attempt telepathy with her and for good reason. Serene's mask-like face was rarely expressing how she felt to the fullest. She was a master of controlling and honing her emotions to only let what she wanted to be shown ever displayed or felt by others. The sorceress would not have survived this long if others truly knew how she felt. With years of practice this allowed her feelings to be sharpened into a razor's edge with no chance for leakage or inefficiency. Anything less than perfection was not good enough in her eyes.
"Excuse me." She told the young man she had been talking to. But it seemed he was already distracted to it hardly mattered. Her pet C4T droid, Rupert, meowed aggressively at the appearance of an organic loth-cat. He raised up slightly on all fours but stared down with a look of superiority that was common with all felines.
The next moment Serene was leaping from the balcony to the sands just outside of the dueling ring safely. A use of aerokinesis had the robed witch glid down with edges of her clothes fluttering elegantly and an additional application of the force softened her fall even further. Her legs bent slightly as she stared across the arena at her opponent. Serene delicately removed her shoes and set them aside until her bare feet were firmly immersed in the granular sands beneath her. The sorceress's connection to the planet and the structure surrounding the two of them became that much closer.
"I am Serene Graves." She proclaimed with her head held high. She then pulled the floating electroblade to her right hand, testing its weight and balance in her palm momentarily, switching it to her left and then back again before letting it rest at her right side. Reflected back at her, Qu'jara would feel a focused intensity not wholly of bloodlust, but of a sensation akin to confidence. It was certainty. It was entropy. It was inevitability. It was Serene.
Serene took one step forward into the ring with her left foot leading. The woman raised her right hand wielding the electroblade at the ready and across her body in a defensive posture. The berserker was the type to charge at the first opportunity and Serene was likewise someone willing to strike first.
The witch’s left hand would raise beside her right, forming a one handed sign with her pinky and ring finger bent while her middle and pointer wove a sharp hook symbol in the air like a wicked J. All the while her mouth formed the words of the ancient tongue, ur-Kittât. <"Overload"> This time when she spoke, it was with a voice of several beings overlayed with one another. This was quick and meant to be short, expecting Serene would only have a brief window of opportunity. So many sorcerers used signs, but often overlooked verbal additions to their Force manipulations which inherently made them inferior. Serene never made that mistake and she uttered the word that would cause the electrical weapon of her opponent to pass its safety restrictions near instantaneously and electrocute the holder with a presently sourced form of Force Lightning.
The blink of an eye the tendrils of blue lightning would lengthen and grow rapidly seeking out the nearest connection which happened to be the Qu'kara. The handle would not be where the electricity stopped. The branches of lightning spawning from Qu'jara's weapon would leap from the blade, reach out like so many small electrical claws of withered child spirits wanting to clambering towards the woman's arm and in turn her face and torso. One other aspect of sorcery was calling upon the spirits of the deceased and here on Korriban, the dead and the dark side were plentiful. Their power was Serene's and she was a conduit for them to lash out per her own will.
The dark side witch did not wait. While her left hand focused her electrical attack, her right hand holding her electroblade would splay all digits save for its thumb and pointer finger in order to push a blast of wide telekinetic force in front of her while maintaing ahold of the weapon. This was done in a forty five degree wave originating from Serene's palm. One handed and wide, it was harsh and abrupt to put the Nutaloan off balance and if she were caught unawares or even distracted it ran the risk of pushing them outside of the ring entirely. Furthermore, if Serene's opponent tried to close the distance it would slow them down or stop their progress all together. There was also the additional benefit of so many grains of sand being hurled in a blinding manner for Qu'jara to deal with on top of the attack's brutish force.
@Dread @Jake
Let me know if I need to change anything. Serene is a sorceress and this is my first Force heavy type character.
- Serene steps into the arena and as soon as her left foot is in she weaves a hand sign, speaking a word in urkittat which aims to cause Qu’jara’s electroblade to overload, running the risk of electrocuting its holder with sith lightning.
- She pairs the attack with a force push from her right hand which is holding her own electroblade.
- The push has its standard direct effect and pushes sand possibly blinding Qu'kara.
