Now that Garyn isn't preoccupied with fighting for his life, he might notice what's been going on with his two companions.
Khem Val's blood thirsty, joyous, laughter roars across the battlefield as he harries 'his' Sith. The male Sith he's fighting is tiring, having trouble blocking the fast and powerful sword blows aimed at him by the Dashade. In desperation, the Sith throws force lighting at him, lightning that looks an awful lot like what just hit Garyn. Khem Val hardly seems to even notice the lightning, and he brings his sword around in a sweep that splits the Sith nearly in half. The lightning flickers and dies as Khem yanks his sword free of the new corpse.
The fight between Ibani and a female Sith is still raging. This Sith is on a different level than her 'comrades', and she didn't make the mistake of underestimating her foe. They clash with one another impossibly quickly, leaping through the air, rebounding off of vertical walls, and making landings that ought to break their legs. Their lightsaber blows are punctuated with kicks, punches, bits of the landscape picked up with Force, and the snap-crackle of small bursts of lightning.
Khem Val looks hungrily at the corpse of the Sith at Garyn's feet before turning his gaze to where Ibani is locked in battle. "Soon," he says, his experienced gaze appraising the ebb and flow of the duel.
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Khem Val's blood thirsty, joyous, laughter roars across the battlefield as he harries 'his' Sith. The male Sith he's fighting is tiring, having trouble blocking the fast and powerful sword blows aimed at him by the Dashade. In desperation, the Sith throws force lighting at him, lightning that looks an awful lot like what just hit Garyn. Khem Val hardly seems to even notice the lightning, and he brings his sword around in a sweep that splits the Sith nearly in half. The lightning flickers and dies as Khem yanks his sword free of the new corpse.
The fight between Ibani and a female Sith is still raging. This Sith is on a different level than her 'comrades', and she didn't make the mistake of underestimating her foe. They clash with one another impossibly quickly, leaping through the air, rebounding off of vertical walls, and making landings that ought to break their legs. Their lightsaber blows are punctuated with kicks, punches, bits of the landscape picked up with Force, and the snap-crackle of small bursts of lightning.
Khem Val looks hungrily at the corpse of the Sith at Garyn's feet before turning his gaze to where Ibani is locked in battle. "Soon," he says, his experienced gaze appraising the ebb and flow of the duel.