Garyn's other sword is out before the other one is even cast aside. There's no time to sheath it properly. No time to ask why he's been waiting for her. No time even to snarl and demand he let her go.
This thing is hurting Ibani. It has to die - forever, this time.
He rakes it twice across the back. The incorporeal form offers just enough resistance to know he's hit something, its presence in the Force split by pure magicka like a soft cheese being cut. The floor hisses and crackles as streaks of lightning illuminate its smoky form.
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Garyn's other sword is out before the other one is even cast aside. There's no time to sheath it properly. No time to ask why he's been waiting for her. No time even to snarl and demand he let her go.
This thing is hurting Ibani. It has to die - forever, this time.
He rakes it twice across the back. The incorporeal form offers just enough resistance to know he's hit something, its presence in the Force split by pure magicka like a soft cheese being cut. The floor hisses and crackles as streaks of lightning illuminate its smoky form.