Do not follow where Fear leads

[echo_of_a_jedi]

Who: Meetra Surik and OPEN
Where: Between Sagittarius and Pisces Wards
Summary: The Exile does her best to fight despite her fear. Good thing she has an OP weapon.
Warnings: Lightsaber combat vs. SCORPIONS. Also freaking out.

"There is no emotion, there is peace."

Someone holding a glowing blue sword appears in the evening walking back to the Pisces apartments to defend them. Ultimately, her nature refused to succumb entirely to fear, even if she could have kept to the rooftops to return to the safety of her apartments. She needed to help these people.

"There is no ignorance, there is knowledge."

Of course, under the effects of supernatural fear, she's not terribly efficient at killing the scorpions, fighting far too defensively, but the blade cleaves through one or more of the bugs easily, cleanly with every swing.

"There is no passion, there is serenity."

Meetra wasn't normally one for rote mantras, but repeating the simple Jedi Code over and over gave her something to focus on and let her connections to the Force guide her, rather than the personal fear that was always threatening to overtake her mind. It still didn't prevent the nearest scorpion from lodging its stinger into her arm, earning a yell of pain. Was she poisoned? She hoped not. She wasn't sure she could remove it with her mind in this state.

"There is...no chaos, there is harmony! Vima, come forth."

The visual echo of the older Jedi appeared in a swirl of robes, and healed the damage of the sting, leaving Meetra to only worry about the potential of venom. Even if the Persona of her couldn't heal her fully, Vima Sunrider was an inspiration. The instructor of Battle Mastery, the woman who could turn any tides...that woman's memory was part of her, and that gave Meetra strength too, even if her 'Patra' spell did not.

"There is no death," she said, a little too loudly, before picking up a scorpion with her mind and hurling it at crushing speed into the side of a dumpster. "There is only the Force!"

And then she began again. "There is no emotion...!"

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[demifemme]

Shura is at the door of Pisces' apartment building, still defending it, now in worse shape than ever. Poison has taken a good hold of her and all she can do now is use Pixie to recover energy as the poison inexorably drains her of it. Her Vishnu has Prayer but her is now out of magic energy and with the scorpions being even more relentless than during the day, she has no time to remedy this without being swarmed.

She can only hope for help, any help, at this point.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

Eventually, a blade of light carves its way to Hitoshura, a terrified Jedi running on automatic responses coming behind it. She ends up behind Shura for a few seconds of catching her breath and refocusing before moving to the demon-girl's side, lightsaber ready again.

"I guess asking if you're alright is stupid," she said, panting. The words tumble out with none of her usual consideration or attempts at cleverness, rushing out ahead of the fear that her noisy self-assurance barely contained. "If you can cover me, I might be able to heal you..."

[demifemme]

"Consider yourself covered, then!" Shura answered in a tired, rumbling voice from fighting, shouting, and being sick all day. She moved half in front of Meetra to shield her with her body.

"COME!"

A giant Kodama appeared in a shower of blue lights and cast Marakukaja on both women to cut the damage they could be taking.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

Meetra was too exhausted and worried to wonder whether that giant Kodama should count as cute or terrifying. Instead, she put her lightsaber back on her belt, trusting Shura and that magic to protect her while she reaches out with the Force.

She left the turmoil of reading the mind of another species for another day and tried to focus on Shura's body, quickly deciding it had enough poison in it to kill most species of her approximate size several times over. This was going to be more difficult than neutralizing the poison of a fresh wound like she usually, did, so she kneeled down and started concentrating, blocking out everything except the person in need in front of her. She was vaguely aware of things moving to her sides, but she was getting too exhausted to even be afraid now.

"Give me ten seconds," she said, visualizing the venom and what she'd already sensed about it from fighting the scorpions. This would be simple, there was just...a lot of it.

[demifemme]

"No problem!" With that said, Shura summoned her demon strength once more, ignoring the burn of the poison, and cast a Gaea Rage all around her; the ground cracked around her and Meetra, then opened to swallow all the scorpions in a five meters radius before the ground was restored as if nothing had happened. This should give Meetra time to heal her. Quickly, hopefully, as she could feel the world growing dark at the edges of her vision as she looked for something in her pockets.

[echo_of_a_jedi]

Shura's natural healing processes were impressive, and meddling with them to cure the poison with what people colloquially called Force Heal wasn't terribly difficult. She "watched" the poison dissipate out of Shura's system at an accelerating rate, even as she physically noticed the ground reassembling itself.

"Glad you're on my side," she said, exhaling as the healing process finished and left Shura's blood and metabolism in much better shape.

[demifemme]

"Yeah," she exhaled before pulling a bead out of her pockets and swallowing it quickly. Chances are that Meetra can feel her returning to full energy. "On the other hand, this is why I need powerful friends in case I go off the deep end." Maybe not the best thing to tell Meetra right now, but given the scorpions are starting to come back, this time followed by a civilian, she has little time to worry about it. "Shit, another one!"

[echo_of_a_jedi]

"Nice to hear someone who's prepared for that...," she said, nervousness creeping into her normal snark thanks to the fear effect. In all honesty, though, she had friends in the past who really could have used a violent sanity check.

She almost felt like asking to borrow one of those...whatever Shura just popped into her mouth, but there are more pressing concerns. She strapped her lightsaber back to its place on her belt and drew her blaster, a rather ugly Mandalorian-built collection of sharp black angles. She tried not to look at it too hard for fear of flashbacks.

"You focus on the ones near the civilian and I'll shoot the ones on the outside," she said, clicking the safety switch over to 'kill'. "I don't trust my hands not to shake right now..."

[demifemme]

"All right," Shura answered with an assured voice. "I'll try to knock out the guy carefully after the scorpions."

She began right away by switching Persona, summoning Matador this time to kick some scorpion ass with a Magaru. It hit the civilian as well, but not enough to knock him unconscious.