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What was sought out ... was found, but at what price?
The elf stormed through the hallways with his lightsaber lit and ready, in case Bane came at him with his own lighted saber. So it was with glee that he espied a figure in the horizon, OBVIOUSLY taunting him with its presence, and its likeness to his love, An'Thaya. His dead love. Dead. Dead... dead... Because of me. NO! Screaming in denial, the elf charged towards the mental image, wielding his lightsaber high in the air. Of all the low-handed tricks! Throwing the images of my loved ones back at me. Well, I won't fall for that!
Up a level and still no sign of Shadow, this wasn't good and Galain was getting frustrated. He was turning about, running a hand through his hair when he heard a yell -- a very familiar yell. He turned and felt his eyes go wide at the vision of one very enraged Elyen running their way, wielding a glowing sword of some sort. Oh wait. That was a light saber. Wait! "An'Thaya, I don't think he means to give you a love tap," was all he could say before he yanked her out of the other elf's path and he, the Amazon and Railen dove to one side and into the shadows.
Railen was still slightly off... more than one reason behind that, there. When he saw Elyen running towards them he let a small laugh, on the verge of hysterics, and took a very small step towards the oncoming saber-wielding elf. "Oh, look... we were looking for him, weren't we?" And then he was coughing as old dirt went into his lungs after hitting the floor in the shadows. "Thanks," the elf coughed out at Galain.
Elyen didn't pause. Gathering the dark power he now knew was called the Force to him, the elf somersaulted above the heads of the apparitions, the demons, and landed nimbly on his feet facing them, 'saber at the ready. These were demons that Bane had sent to tempt him, he knew that with every fiber of his being. His head hurt, and his heart ached. He had to get rid of that ache, and the only way to do that would be to remove these imposters. The elf held the light weapon in both hands and stood, waiting for a movement, any movement from these demons that Bane had sent against him. His eyes reflected the ghostly silver glow of his saber, shining with manic fervor across the darkness as he smiled grimly. He would not waste breath on speech. And if too many of them attacked at a go, well, he was getting very used to the idea of using the Force to control and to bind...
Galain didn't reply to Railen. Instead he was thinking that Elyen had really gotten gracefully acrobatic suddenly and wow he sure looked demonic at the moment. The elf stayed on the ground, looking up at this elf who wasn't quite the Elyen he knew. "I don't think he's feeling quite himself, what do you think?" He commented quietly before he rose slowly to his hands and knees. He was quietly calling energies together just in case he needed them. "Elyen? That you or are you ghost?"
Railen coughed once more and righted himself to his feet. Yeah, Elyen was looking a twinge on the agitated and demonic side. Railen had never seen that... and was frightened to no end. "Galain... what is that glowy thing he's holding? It looks sorta..... 'new age', to me," Railen whispered. Gods, he hated modern marvels. At least it was way modern to him... It put a weird glow into Elyen's eyes and made the elf shiver. He wanted to get the thought out of his mind that he knew Elyen was a better fighter than Railen could ever hope to be at his age, and the fact that he had never seen the other two elves fight it out and had no clue as to how good Galain was. He helped An'Thaya to her feet and took a slight step back, his heart aching slightly as he very slowly brought out two daggers and readied them. Gods... we're going to die here, aren't we?
"That you or are you ghost?" He MOCKS me! The elf's eyes narrowed as he regarded the simulacrum of his old friend... the same old friend that now lay dead somewhere in the Temple. Funny how even simulacra felt Real... Clone, something whispered inside him, and he nearly rocked back with the realization. Bane dared deny the sanctity of death and had actually violated the bodies of his friends to clone them? That silky bastard! The realization only made the elf tighten his grip on his 'saber and snarl. When it came to a fight, he knew that the only thing holding him back would be that these evil products wore the faces of his friends as protection. His 'saber would cut through that metal like butter...
The bond was a complete mess, Elyen seemed lost in a web of lies that An'Thaya could not penetrate. It was definitely him... but the look his usually calm eyes was murderous. ~Elyen!!~ Her hands nearly went for her daggers, but then froze... she couldn't hurt him, not ever. Stepping past Galain and Railen she put herself within range of the lightsaber. ~Go ahead~ His eyes focused on her.... he had obviously heard her in his head. ~Strike me down... if that’s what you need to prove I am who I am.~ A sudden thought occurred to her, and drawing her dagger she sliced it across the palm of her hand, ignoring the pain as sticky hot blood flowed across her palm and between her fingers. ~Do illusions bleed Melda?~
Elyen screamed. He stumbled away from the abomination, hands flying to his head as his 'saber tumbled to the floor, extinguishing the moment it touched the ground. PAIN! The Amazon's mental touch had triggered off his unconscious mental walls, built to counter Bane's touch. What the elf did not know was that Bane had already touched his shielding, so that any attempt to communicate with a being other than Bane would result in pain. The Sith knew no love. They only knew pain. The elf screamed as the blood flew, pressing against a faraway wall as if trying to disappear into it. He turned around and started hitting his head against the harsh stone. Anything to get the pain OUT. His strange behavior called an end to An'Thaya's mental attempts to communicate. With the pain, Elyen was more convinced of the evilness of these beings. With a snarl of vengeance, he called his 'saber to him with the Force and leapt... not at the one achingly like his lost beloved, but at the other two male Elven-simulacra.
"That," Galain began to reply as An'Thaya faced down Elyen and the elf flew backward in pain and rage and then madly ran back toward himself and Railen, "is a light saber and it's deadly. One touch and zippo. You're just so many molecules in the atmosphere." Just as he finished his reply he shoved Railen to one side and drew his own sword. In any other circumstance the gleaming weapon of Elven steel would have been a deadly helper. Here it was an impotent anachronism in a world that relied upon a far greater technology. But it felt comforting at least. "Come to papa, Elyen," Galain breathed. Maybe he could find a way to break through the other's defenses and cripple him, perhaps knock him out. And pigs fly. The Elen prince dropped into a defensive stance, slipping to the right as Elyen rushed him. That mistake wouldn't be repeated, Galain knew as he tried to gauge the skill of his old friend.
Railen hit the wall with his side as Galain shoved him out of the way. That elf was strong... And so he shook the white hair shielding his eyes and looked on. Elyen was definitely lost to them right now. "An'Thaya.... what was all of that?" His voice was scarcely a whisper, but he was sure Thaya had heard it. As they both watched on, there was a certain darkness that filled the place. Perhaps it was the emotions running so high and clouding the air... or perhaps it was the dark energies that now swirled around their once-friend and companion. Dear gods, he's powerful...
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