Re: Part 19 - The Belly of the Beast
The stormtrooper fire comes close - only barely does Shard sense their aim, and only an instant before the firing studs are depressed. It leaves her no time to spare, and with wrenching movements of her body, she barely manages to intercept the fiery bolts with the blue-white hell she holds. Juragga roars in berserk rage, a storming avalanche in the narrow confines.
No chance of them surrendering now, but she had to try. That's finished, now, and with the reek of burned friend in her nose, Shard's conflict clears. Protect. Unstable before, the balance solidifies. About her, the world seems to slow - seems, for in truth it does not, but her perceptions have changed. There, the stormtroopers, weapons flashing packets of plasma. There, Juragga assaulting one directly.
The Wookie becomes the solid pillar around which Shard whirls, a black-clad dervish dancing through her enemies in a riot of flaring cloak and long, split skirt.
But it's not a dance; it's killing, in all its ugliness.
Please, her mind whispers through the burning storm within, the clash of heat and cold creating the swirling border upon which her spirit spins, please, let us make it through this.
This message was last edited by the player at 14:52, Tue 13 Dec 2016.