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seriesofbaddecisions) wrote2024-04-26 08:18 am
seriesofbaddecisions) wrote2024-04-26 08:18 am
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MCA #3- Friday morning
Sabine wasn't loving this week at this point, but yesterday had felt kind of good. It'd been a long time since she got to fight anything, even if she was very obviously rusty and unprepared in a way that was a little embarrassing. Still, it brought up some memories.
And apparently how she was dealing with those memories by was sketching them out, and when she happened to look up to give her eyes a rest she saw that it was light out now.
Also that if she had a creation come to life that maybe drawing more things was not a smart decision.
She got up from her seat, muscles aching from being in the same position too long, and… the whole room felt weird. She'd painted a lot of the walls, and the living room was on the dark side with a lot of swirls of certain colors, and maybe it was the lack of sleep or the lighting or both, but right now it was giving the whole room an off feeling.
The next thing that felt odd was her slamming into a wall.
Someone was holding her by one arm and pressing her head against the wall with their other hand, which Sabine reacted to by slamming her elbow back into their side and taking advantage of the slight loosening of their grip to throw her head back to headbutt them, which hurt. It was enough to enable her to get free, though, and when she turned around to see her attacker, she saw that she'd just slammed her head into a helmet. Her helmet. On a person wearing her armor. Except it wasn't her armor, it was a solid matte black, but her armor style was unique.
She didn't have time to dwell on that, though, because she had to get to a weapon. The other one didn't seem to have blasters and seemed pretty intent on fighting her hand to hand as they came at her again, and they were better at it. All she could really do was act defensively, which she hated and it was only going to tire her out.
When she got the opportunity she ran for the table where she'd set out her armor and blasters after yesterday, and she'd barely picked up one of said blasters before she heard the incredibly familiar snap-hiss behind her.
She looked over her shoulder and yes, that really was a red lightsaber in the other one's hand, and now she realized exactly what it was she was looking at.
She barely got the "You've got to be kidding" out before the other one lifted her hand and Force threw her into another wall- sorry, neighbors!- knocking the table back as she flew. Because of course a dark side version of her would be able to actually use the Force when she had nothing.
When she landed, though, she spotted the weapon on the floor that was now closest to her. She'd taken out Ezra's lightsaber yesterday. She'd been too rushed at the time to debate taking it with her, but right now it felt like the exact right thing. Keeping in mind, of course, that her armor was beskar and a lightsaber blade would bounce right off it, because that was how the last couple days were going. She grabbed the lightsaber and ignited it.
The other her didn't even let her get up all the way before they were bearing down on her with blows that were difficult and uncomfortable to block in this position, but Sabine managed to roll away enough that she could spring up to her feet, and as the other her charged towards her, Sabine plunged the lightsaber into their side where she knew the armor didn't cover her fully, and twisted.
She didn't know what she expected to happen next, but it wasn't dark shadows escaping from the wound and enveloping the other her until there was nothing left.
Sabine stayed still for a moment, not trusting this at all, but then cautiously decided that that was the end of it. And then a moment after that she disengaged Ezra's lightsaber.
"What the hell."
[Establishy.]
And apparently how she was dealing with those memories by was sketching them out, and when she happened to look up to give her eyes a rest she saw that it was light out now.
Also that if she had a creation come to life that maybe drawing more things was not a smart decision.
She got up from her seat, muscles aching from being in the same position too long, and… the whole room felt weird. She'd painted a lot of the walls, and the living room was on the dark side with a lot of swirls of certain colors, and maybe it was the lack of sleep or the lighting or both, but right now it was giving the whole room an off feeling.
The next thing that felt odd was her slamming into a wall.
Someone was holding her by one arm and pressing her head against the wall with their other hand, which Sabine reacted to by slamming her elbow back into their side and taking advantage of the slight loosening of their grip to throw her head back to headbutt them, which hurt. It was enough to enable her to get free, though, and when she turned around to see her attacker, she saw that she'd just slammed her head into a helmet. Her helmet. On a person wearing her armor. Except it wasn't her armor, it was a solid matte black, but her armor style was unique.
She didn't have time to dwell on that, though, because she had to get to a weapon. The other one didn't seem to have blasters and seemed pretty intent on fighting her hand to hand as they came at her again, and they were better at it. All she could really do was act defensively, which she hated and it was only going to tire her out.
When she got the opportunity she ran for the table where she'd set out her armor and blasters after yesterday, and she'd barely picked up one of said blasters before she heard the incredibly familiar snap-hiss behind her.
She looked over her shoulder and yes, that really was a red lightsaber in the other one's hand, and now she realized exactly what it was she was looking at.
She barely got the "You've got to be kidding" out before the other one lifted her hand and Force threw her into another wall- sorry, neighbors!- knocking the table back as she flew. Because of course a dark side version of her would be able to actually use the Force when she had nothing.
When she landed, though, she spotted the weapon on the floor that was now closest to her. She'd taken out Ezra's lightsaber yesterday. She'd been too rushed at the time to debate taking it with her, but right now it felt like the exact right thing. Keeping in mind, of course, that her armor was beskar and a lightsaber blade would bounce right off it, because that was how the last couple days were going. She grabbed the lightsaber and ignited it.
The other her didn't even let her get up all the way before they were bearing down on her with blows that were difficult and uncomfortable to block in this position, but Sabine managed to roll away enough that she could spring up to her feet, and as the other her charged towards her, Sabine plunged the lightsaber into their side where she knew the armor didn't cover her fully, and twisted.
She didn't know what she expected to happen next, but it wasn't dark shadows escaping from the wound and enveloping the other her until there was nothing left.
Sabine stayed still for a moment, not trusting this at all, but then cautiously decided that that was the end of it. And then a moment after that she disengaged Ezra's lightsaber.
"What the hell."
[Establishy.]