Indyana could never forget that feeling of helplessness.
A green blade blazed brilliantly to life, as she swung it down hard in a smooth left-to-right arc, eyes focused ahead.
That brokenness at seeing them turn away from her. Max. Felix.
Another swing hummed as she backpedaled, then struck forward again, a feint then a hard thrust up, to the right.
The confused happiness-relief-sorrow that burned in her chest when both Roland and Hannibal took her hands and refused the call of the Forgotten Witch. Having to leave her companions behind. Max especially. Even now, she felt cold thinking about what could have happened, and what had. What darkness had been unleashed. But there were few things the Jedi Knight regretted; fulfilling her promise to save them from their compulsion.
But she had to talk to Max. Something that pressed on her mind for some while.
Sweat dripped down her neck, long hair unplaited and in traditional robes once more.
She had time to relax, smooth her mental feathers. Hopefully he would come.
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A green blade blazed brilliantly to life, as she swung it down hard in a smooth left-to-right arc, eyes focused ahead.
That brokenness at seeing them turn away from her. Max. Felix.
Another swing hummed as she backpedaled, then struck forward again, a feint then a hard thrust up, to the right.
The confused happiness-relief-sorrow that burned in her chest when both Roland and Hannibal took her hands and refused the call of the Forgotten Witch. Having to leave her companions behind. Max especially. Even now, she felt cold thinking about what could have happened, and what had. What darkness had been unleashed. But there were few things the Jedi Knight regretted; fulfilling her promise to save them from their compulsion.
But she had to talk to Max. Something that pressed on her mind for some while.
Sweat dripped down her neck, long hair unplaited and in traditional robes once more.
She had time to relax, smooth her mental feathers. Hopefully he would come.
@Nefieslab