Izel returning her attack against her was unsurprising but also disappointing. Alym would have preferred if these Jedi were unskilled and untrained, meaning this fight would have been over before it even started. The opposite seemed true given the various encounters occurring around her, Alyse and Korsak engaging with their own Jedi foes.
With relative ease, Alym dropped from her overlook leaving the knife-like shards of stone to harmlessly strike nothing but air, her previous position now vacated. Alym landed gracefully on the ground, her attention still focused on Izel during her descent in case the bug got any wise ideas.
As Alyse began her speech threatening the blue girl, Alym stayed her blade and took in the swirling essence of the darkside that was now flooding the area as it fed off the feelings of Jedi and Sith alike. It seemed that despite all of their training, all of the mindless schlock of teachings that Jedi memorized, the darkside was still too strong, too alluring to ignore.
Alym could feel Izel's aura pulsating through the force. It was fierce but conflicted - the lust of a warrior set against the teachings of a pacifist. She almost wanted to laugh but given the situation, Alym stayed her tongue for once. For now, she thought it best to see the Jedi's reaction to the suspended Pantoran. If it were up to Alym, she would have just used the force to crush the girl's throat outright. For whatever reason Alyse seemed to be more.. theatrical. To each their own, she supposed.
Take the out, Alym said, finally, her eyes creasing in the corners as her lips creased into a curt smile. Unless you can live with this innocent girl's death on your conscience. The laugh was too strong to ignore this time, a cold and cruel chuckle escaping Alym's lips. I know I can.
The force swirled around and enveloped Alym as she readied herself for whatever choice the Jedi would make.
With relative ease, Alym dropped from her overlook leaving the knife-like shards of stone to harmlessly strike nothing but air, her previous position now vacated. Alym landed gracefully on the ground, her attention still focused on Izel during her descent in case the bug got any wise ideas.
As Alyse began her speech threatening the blue girl, Alym stayed her blade and took in the swirling essence of the darkside that was now flooding the area as it fed off the feelings of Jedi and Sith alike. It seemed that despite all of their training, all of the mindless schlock of teachings that Jedi memorized, the darkside was still too strong, too alluring to ignore.
Alym could feel Izel's aura pulsating through the force. It was fierce but conflicted - the lust of a warrior set against the teachings of a pacifist. She almost wanted to laugh but given the situation, Alym stayed her tongue for once. For now, she thought it best to see the Jedi's reaction to the suspended Pantoran. If it were up to Alym, she would have just used the force to crush the girl's throat outright. For whatever reason Alyse seemed to be more.. theatrical. To each their own, she supposed.
Take the out, Alym said, finally, her eyes creasing in the corners as her lips creased into a curt smile. Unless you can live with this innocent girl's death on your conscience. The laugh was too strong to ignore this time, a cold and cruel chuckle escaping Alym's lips. I know I can.
The force swirled around and enveloped Alym as she readied herself for whatever choice the Jedi would make.
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