Tue Sep 07, 2010 9:11 pm by Anna
Zemear didn't let up, His eyes burned like fiery blue cols in the darkness, Something changed within him and at this moment, he pressed his advantage. Thrusting his weight forward he Leaned upon his blade, Letting it spark and stress against his sister's ruby colored saber. The dream played within his mind, and he frowned at the prospect, he would NOT let anything happen to cause his control to wain. Taking a bold step forward He peered at his sister with a questioning gaze, worry, and sorrow laced within his vision.
The woman, who stood about the same height as her brother, was robed in a deep crimson cloak, hood over her face. Sith tattoos curled around her deep crimson eyes. Her face was pail, almost ghostly, but her hair was hidden under the scarlet hood. A wicked smile was painted on her face, and she spoke in a taunting manner to Zemear.... a whispered word, the voice of a temperas.
Remember my last question dear brother? What is your answer?
It was then that she caught the Jedi coming for her out of the corner of her eye, and hissed in anger. Flinging out her left hand she cast the force in a strong wave toward the jedi, hoping to knock him off of her path before his strike hit her.
Her saber was still stressing against Zemear's blade, and she leaped back, bringing her blade free of the lock, and spinning it once before she lay her eyes upon the Jedi. Her voice was icy, and chill to the tone, she was clearly not happy with the intervention.
Must you Jedi meddle in family affairs! Your Peace is not wanted!
She hissed, peering at her brother. She then giggled darkly and smiled.
You haven't answered me brother...
"do no hesitate" he remembered her saying in his first vision... Just before his life was ended. He would not... and he would not allow her to harm anyone else here. He was still getting over the fact that Zuli was NOT dead.... something that had plagued his mind just like his father's death had. His emotions were shooting in all direction but he forcefully put them under control. He reached forth, bringing his other blade out, and held them both in a defensive position. His eyes landed on her form... she was so young last they saw each other.... only a few years older than he, 15...... that was all and now... here she was nearly in her 20s.... and so much darker... to a frightening extent. He took a step forward, intending on continuing the fight, should his master allow him... he would not loose again. Idly, he gave her no answer... even though her chiding him on his wordless state stung a little. Did she not know he remained silent for her own protection? ... and yet, she mocked him for it.
Blasted Jedi! .. left him nearly in the dust. Covi, not having any force bond, nor any strange zero tech to find his Twin within his mind, simply tried to follow the sound.... The hiss of a saber was not too familiar to him but it was a strange sound, and one he could perhaps follow... he was at present still racing through the halls of the main base complex... not yet, having reached the sun lit base courtyard.
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Tia let loose a shout as she saw the dark woman come for her. Fear was not in her eyes this time... she had been through pain, and knew it well... like a bitter friend. Spinning her blade she moved to strike, only ot recoil at the sight of her master leaping before her. Quickly the Twi'lek jumped back, landing nimbly on her feet, and crouched slightly, ready to dash away or at the threat should she need to. She was... slightly ashamed in herself for allowing herself to jump into something with out her master's permission. Her green eyes looked at Shanix with a vastly protective look....she would, defend her master by all means needed.