[Revan's not sure why she's not at the temple anymore, nor why it's the middle of the night all of a sudden. Why does she keep waking up confused in the middle of battles? Oh well. The fight isn't going to wait for her to get an explanation. At least she's dressed this time.
These creatures might not be able to die for good, but a rock to the head will slow down practically anything. At her gesture, a fist-sized stone detaches itself from the ground and flies at one of the dark-robed figures in a barely-visible blur. Not expecting a telekinetic attack, the Nazgul staggers, and as planned, its sword dips as its hold loosens. Revan tears the weapon away with the Force, calling it to her. Her hand closes around the hilt--
Cold. Cold and dark, the end of hope, the death of suns and civilizations. Know your failure, and despair.
--and she crumples boneless to the ground, the sword landing beside her.]
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These creatures might not be able to die for good, but a rock to the head will slow down practically anything. At her gesture, a fist-sized stone detaches itself from the ground and flies at one of the dark-robed figures in a barely-visible blur. Not expecting a telekinetic attack, the Nazgul staggers, and as planned, its sword dips as its hold loosens. Revan tears the weapon away with the Force, calling it to her. Her hand closes around the hilt--
Cold. Cold and dark, the end of hope, the death of suns and civilizations. Know your failure, and despair.
--and she crumples boneless to the ground, the sword landing beside her.]