The technique requires the Dark side, as it involves Force lightning on the most microscopic of scales, the tiniest of threads weaving into Darth Acina's body, wrapping themselves around her skeletal muscles and her heart. Ibani has a healer's knowledge, the experience of someone who has put their own body back together with the Force times beyond counting, and she is exploiting that to make this terrifying effect.
Acina's power thrashes, struggles, against Ibani's technique, tearing her own tissue.
"Shhh, don't struggle," Ibani says, as she cups Acina's cheek with one hand. "You'll tear your own heart out and that would be terribly messy, don't you think?" Her tone is conversational still, a jarring contrast to what her power is doing.
"A little ambition is a fine thing, Acina, but you endangered ALL the Sith, ALL the Empire with your little stunt here. And THAT, that I will not tolerate." Ibani's tone turns dark, serious.
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Acina's power thrashes, struggles, against Ibani's technique, tearing her own tissue.
"Shhh, don't struggle," Ibani says, as she cups Acina's cheek with one hand. "You'll tear your own heart out and that would be terribly messy, don't you think?" Her tone is conversational still, a jarring contrast to what her power is doing.
"A little ambition is a fine thing, Acina, but you endangered ALL the Sith, ALL the Empire with your little stunt here. And THAT, that I will not tolerate." Ibani's tone turns dark, serious.