For the Empresses eyes only (Astren, Closed)

[Astren Rosalba Chevalier III]

It occurred to her that this may have very well been her favorite ability. As her drain on him ended, she felt at the wound. It was still there, granted, but barely. It was less than a fraction of what it had been before, so much to that it barely even hurt. How brilliant~ It was a wonderful ability, it really, really was. And to see him get a bloody nose? Though it was small, and she knew that, it was still just absolutely brilliant.

Oh, and he had definitely been right. The thrills that coursed through her as he gasped and cried out really were something for her to take pride in. It was nearly enough to make the Empress giddy. And now, with her body patched up quite a bit, she was ready to play another round.

He jumped at her and really, part of it was just the sight of the thing in his hand coming at her again that caused her to jump away from him, beating her wings for extra propulsion away from the Jedi. Of course, that didn't stop his assault upon her, which she managed to just barely avoid for a matter of seconds. She'd dropped her weapons back at the balcony without thinking... It was fine. She would do just fine without them.

She focused strongly on moving away from him. She was actually doing rater well, using the black feather appendages at her back to push herself away from him until she misjudged the reach of his weapon and felt as one well-placed jab found her right wing, just an inch past where it became visible from behind her shoulder. The result, as one could imagine, was pain. The sort of pain to be expected, quite similar to that which came when one was shot or stabbed in an extremity, but slightly more dramatic due to the weight of the wings themselves.

Astren grimaced a moment, feeling her head snap down to look at the wound before her gaze returned to the Jedi's face, lips pulled back into an angry snarl as her eyebrows pulled together. This dirty bastard... This dirty piece of Jedi scum. Her wings were, if nothing else, one of her most prized possessions. Her anger that he'd landed an attack on them easily overwhelmed the pain that came with it and in an instant, she found herself focusing her Force Crush abilities on the arm that held it, not bothering to be slow and torture him with it but instead with the aim of taking that pretty little arm that wielded the Force Pike so threateningly and grinding it into something useless in less than a second.

“Jedi pigs should just die.” she snapped, reaching the opposite hand out to his stomach in order to use Force Lightning at a close distance with what she hoped would be devastating results.

And in her head, once he was on the ground, either unconscious or dead or writhing in pain, she'd crush another limb, and another and another and another until he was no more than a rug for her to wipe her feet on on her way out to call for someone to pick what was left of him up off of the floor of her office.

[furionqeurel]

Those wings were proving to be highly annoying, even in the somewhat confined space of the room she was able to manoeuvre herself to the degree that she could evade his attacks, which was no easy feat. He knew how capable he was with a lightsaber.

Her anger however, was incredibly great, a power source for all Sith, and when she lashed out with the force once again, he tried to protect himself with Force Absorb, to take in the energies being directed his way, but alas, he was unable to provide himself with total protection and still felt his arm explode into pain, the arm was saved, it not free from injury. His remaining hand clamped on to it, a reaction motion, and all it took for him to be totally unable to protect himself from her lightning.

It hit him hard, blasting him back through the very door he had entered from before this whole thing had started. His robes and some of his skin was smoking, as was expected one would imagine. His padawans rushed to his aid, but with a wave of his hand he had them back away, the force would guide him to victory.

His lightsaber had been dropped when she targeted his arm, he would need to recollect that, but for now, it was fine where it was. The first thing he did was to channel the light side of the force, to heal his arm, it was by no means a perfect fixing, but it was an improvement, at least the arm could be used with only minor inconvenience. The Jedi Master pulled himself up, before walking back into the room, being sure to make his arm clearly visible.

"You're faith in the dark side of the force is quite misplaced, I assure you." he informed, this time Furion called upon his Force Enlightenment before bringing up both hands, weaving up his force energies and unleashing the largest cascade of Electric Judgement he had ever performed, emerald lightning exploded from his arms, huge arcs bolting towards the Empress.

[Astren Rosalba Chevalier III]

So he'd managed to patch himself up, then? It was disappointing in its own right, but nothing that she wasn't prepared to deal with. She'd just have to break it again and again until he was afraid to heal himself. His ability to absorb her force-based attacks were also proving to be rather irritating. Ah, how long would this take? It was becoming tedious...

And then he said something, claiming that her faith in the dark side was misplaced. Oh, how grand for him. He must have been very proud of himself. Those words had probably been uttered before, by some piece of Jedi trash who was more than likely dead now. She was sure of it. They were so... Condescending. It was practically a universal trait of theirs. So annoying, the Jedi were. Annoying, indeed. She watched as the lightning arced towards her and raised her own arms, fighting back with Force Lightning of her own that met his and pushed back. Even so, she'd admit that it had been rather close. Impressive, he was. Shame he would have to die... If the mood had not been so serious, Astren would have laughed. A shame? Ha! Hardly! It was never a shame when a Jedi passed and became one with the Force.

She smirked, a dark expression “And your faith in your own abilities is more misplaced, yet. You will not leave this place well. I promise you that”

Only... Ah, what was this? His Force Judgment hadn't been nearly so strong before. Now... Well, she wasn't at liberty to say whether or not it was on par with her own because of her pride. She wouldn't be willing to acknowledge it if he was even close. Even so, the frustration from the thought was enough to put her off even more. It was fine. Her Force Lightning was not the only thing she had to fight him with. Not even close.

She took a deep breath and looked at the Jedi once. He would pay for doing this to her building. He would pay for damaging her wing, which now stayed slightly lower than the other because of the sting that was antagonized any time she raised it, and he would pay for ruining her dress, torn where he had injured her with the Force Pike, and he would pay for the floor, stained with her own blood, and he would most definitely pay for doing this to her building. She paused only a second, during which Evelyn cringed and clamped her hands over her own ears. Astren let out a yell, loud, long, and high-pitched. A Force Scream that, within seconds, started to cause the building itself to shake. Evelyn screamed in pain at the effects it had on her and squirmed in place as Astren held her yell and continued her attack with Force Lightning. One way or another, this Jedi would definitely pay.