Post by Funami Teriyaki on Jun 13, 2019 14:30:46 GMT -5
A perplexed expression spawned on her face. She had read about Sith swords, but didn’t really care much about them; outdated junk in her opinion. And then there was the matter of her physique. A girl her size and weight could not possibly wield a sword twice as big and heavy. All in all, the idea of constructing, let alone using one had never occurred to her. Barely even using her fancy lightsaber, the Sithling preferred strengthening her psychokinesis instead. A wise decision as the dark bolt of energy crashing against her shield had showed. Now she knew more about his abilities without exerting any effort to find out. She did, however, drink from the lake’s dark reservoirs to replenish her energy and fully restore and reinforce her barrier’s strength. It would be foolish not to after what had transpired.
“I’m five feet tall. Do you think I can lift a sword, let alone swing it?” She glowered.
Deliberately not giving her secrets away, Funami pretended she had not heard the original question. No proper Sith would possibly share their secrets with another. In fact, his lack of tact and cunning was starting to irritate her. So much so she considered using her telekinesis to snap his neck like a twig. Alas, she was just one little Sithling clad in a swimsuit and woefully lacking in equipment. Aside from her necessities she always carried with her, Funami was missing her collection of amulets and enchanted items. Without them she truly felt naked, vulnerable.
From beneath the hood, her violet eyes continued to angrily look down at his form. The lightsaber beneath her robe stirred nervously, its crystals reacting with the powerful dark side presence about the lake. She stood right above it, taking it in. There was no escape from the corrupting influence as she gave into the pitch black night of her dead heart and her spirit thirstily gulped the power down as if it were lemonade. Red had overtaken her eyes, proving she, too, intimately knew the dark side and its power.
“I’m five feet tall. Do you think I can lift a sword, let alone swing it?” She glowered.
Deliberately not giving her secrets away, Funami pretended she had not heard the original question. No proper Sith would possibly share their secrets with another. In fact, his lack of tact and cunning was starting to irritate her. So much so she considered using her telekinesis to snap his neck like a twig. Alas, she was just one little Sithling clad in a swimsuit and woefully lacking in equipment. Aside from her necessities she always carried with her, Funami was missing her collection of amulets and enchanted items. Without them she truly felt naked, vulnerable.
From beneath the hood, her violet eyes continued to angrily look down at his form. The lightsaber beneath her robe stirred nervously, its crystals reacting with the powerful dark side presence about the lake. She stood right above it, taking it in. There was no escape from the corrupting influence as she gave into the pitch black night of her dead heart and her spirit thirstily gulped the power down as if it were lemonade. Red had overtaken her eyes, proving she, too, intimately knew the dark side and its power.
And not a word passed her lips.