They step back, but they don't run. Whether that's bravery or stupidity is up for debate. Ibani stys back to observe Khem's fighting style, to learn it for battles to come. She can always step in to help if he happens to need it.
He doesn't. Khem's vibroblade cuts them to pieces and in return they fail to leave even a scratch on him.
As Khem sheathes his blade, the tableau is interrupted by another acolyte coming upon the scene. Seeing Khem and the bodies, he blanches and turns desperately to Ibani.
"I...I didn't see anything!" he begins, clearly terrified. "I...I have a gift for you, from Lord Spindrall," he adds, proffering a small, pyramidal holocron.
Ibani raises a brow at that. Why would Spindrall be giving HER anything? "And...and I have a message," the acolyte continues. "This is his 'final gift for the one who will shape fates both future and ancient'." The acolyte swallows. "Those were his words, his exact words. I had to be exact."
Ibani takes the holocron, a bit lost in thought. She can still feel the acolyte's fear, sour on her tongue, as he stands there. "Very well. You have delivered both gift and message. You may go."
The acolyte nearly RUNS through the doorway in his haste to leave. Ibani shakes her head and goes through the door herself, but it isn't the shuttle port waiting on the other side....
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Date: 2014-01-31 12:42 am (UTC)He doesn't. Khem's vibroblade cuts them to pieces and in return they fail to leave even a scratch on him.
As Khem sheathes his blade, the tableau is interrupted by another acolyte coming upon the scene. Seeing Khem and the bodies, he blanches and turns desperately to Ibani.
"I...I didn't see anything!" he begins, clearly terrified. "I...I have a gift for you, from Lord Spindrall," he adds, proffering a small, pyramidal holocron.
Ibani raises a brow at that. Why would Spindrall be giving HER anything? "And...and I have a message," the acolyte continues. "This is his 'final gift for the one who will shape fates both future and ancient'." The acolyte swallows. "Those were his words, his exact words. I had to be exact."
Ibani takes the holocron, a bit lost in thought. She can still feel the acolyte's fear, sour on her tongue, as he stands there. "Very well. You have delivered both gift and message. You may go."
The acolyte nearly RUNS through the doorway in his haste to leave. Ibani shakes her head and goes through the door herself, but it isn't the shuttle port waiting on the other side....