Clothing continued to smolder, Vader paid it no mind. The blistering burns to his upper arm and the torn clothing which revealed it? Likewise. The broken metal ankle that should have rendered him limping at best? Not even noticed. It all fell away into the cold, numbing rage of the Dark Side.
Just him and the power under his skin. Even the dragon cowered down and was crawling belly to the ground, torn between fleeing and rushing to Silhara. Vader strode between them, as if the danger flat didn't exist. And the closer he got the more that dread slick wave rolled into them.
He said nothing. A haunting terror on the battlefield whose power had turned lesser beings into quivering messes. Vader lifted his arm, hand extended, and beckoned the mage. She wasn't given a choice. She flew, meters of the ground, to a place within hand's reach of Vader. As he curled his hand into a fist, her hands crunch and cracked as the bones shattered, crushed. Her wrists followed and then her screams, of fear of pain. She couldn't focus enough to sumon her fire. The screams rang out just long enough to be a warning before being cut short as Vader's Force grip tightened on her throat, slowly cutting air off until she was kicking her feet and turning darker shades as her body robbed the remaining oxygen from her blood.
Sand he held her there. Making sure she fully felt the fear of not being able to breathe. On the closing darkness and knowledge of defeat. He pulled her closer, almost face to face, staring her in the eyes through his mask. And then, only when he was sure she truly understood she was defeated, he loosened his grip just enough to allow a mouthful of air so she could see him turn his attention to Shenan, and back to her. She'd lead her beloved power to it's death.
That started her flailing all over again, but it did nothing to help. Vader's grip tightened again, her head snapped loudly at an impossible angle and he tossed her body away, far back behind the Slyphid line.
Tw : Vader graphically killing someone.
Just him and the power under his skin. Even the dragon cowered down and was crawling belly to the ground, torn between fleeing and rushing to Silhara. Vader strode between them, as if the danger flat didn't exist. And the closer he got the more that dread slick wave rolled into them.
He said nothing. A haunting terror on the battlefield whose power had turned lesser beings into quivering messes. Vader lifted his arm, hand extended, and beckoned the mage. She wasn't given a choice. She flew, meters of the ground, to a place within hand's reach of Vader. As he curled his hand into a fist, her hands crunch and cracked as the bones shattered, crushed. Her wrists followed and then her screams, of fear of pain. She couldn't focus enough to sumon her fire. The screams rang out just long enough to be a warning before being cut short as Vader's Force grip tightened on her throat, slowly cutting air off until she was kicking her feet and turning darker shades as her body robbed the remaining oxygen from her blood.
Sand he held her there. Making sure she fully felt the fear of not being able to breathe. On the closing darkness and knowledge of defeat. He pulled her closer, almost face to face, staring her in the eyes through his mask. And then, only when he was sure she truly understood she was defeated, he loosened his grip just enough to allow a mouthful of air so she could see him turn his attention to Shenan, and back to her. She'd lead her beloved power to it's death.
That started her flailing all over again, but it did nothing to help. Vader's grip tightened again, her head snapped loudly at an impossible angle and he tossed her body away, far back behind the Slyphid line.