It might do him some good. He has killed a Sith in one on one combat, a feat few non-Force sensitives can claim. But that won't be tested today, at least not yet.
One advantage that Jedi and Sith alike seldom remember to use in battle is that a lighsaber's blade can be turned off and then back on. Ibani swings at her opponent and deactivates her blade just before the lightsabers would clash. She continues her swing until the hilt is past her opponent's block and reactivates her lightsaber with a snap hiss.
The possessed Sith has no time to move out of the way as Ibani's lightsaber cuts through the skull above her nose and continues all the way through her opponent's head. There is surprisingly little blood as the Sith's body topples to the ground.
Now that she's not focused on the battle, she can feel Garyn's pain. She stows her blade and strides toward him, glancing at the Sith he killed. "Impressive," she states as she closes the distance. "Even the finest soldiers tend to die screaming in agony when facing a Sith one on one in melee."
She's standing right next to him now. "It would be a pity to see such talent wasted due to injury. Try not to panic."
She reaches out to touch his shoulder and the Force floods Garyn's system, soothing pain, healing damaged nerves, muscles and bones. Along with the healing comes love, worry, pride, and guilt, all the things she cannot say aloud right now.
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Date: 2014-09-02 06:50 pm (UTC)One advantage that Jedi and Sith alike seldom remember to use in battle is that a lighsaber's blade can be turned off and then back on. Ibani swings at her opponent and deactivates her blade just before the lightsabers would clash. She continues her swing until the hilt is past her opponent's block and reactivates her lightsaber with a snap hiss.
The possessed Sith has no time to move out of the way as Ibani's lightsaber cuts through the skull above her nose and continues all the way through her opponent's head. There is surprisingly little blood as the Sith's body topples to the ground.
Now that she's not focused on the battle, she can feel Garyn's pain. She stows her blade and strides toward him, glancing at the Sith he killed. "Impressive," she states as she closes the distance. "Even the finest soldiers tend to die screaming in agony when facing a Sith one on one in melee."
She's standing right next to him now. "It would be a pity to see such talent wasted due to injury. Try not to panic."
She reaches out to touch his shoulder and the Force floods Garyn's system, soothing pain, healing damaged nerves, muscles and bones. Along with the healing comes love, worry, pride, and guilt, all the things she cannot say aloud right now.