[ Though Merrin is not unfamiliar with war and savage, senseless death, she was but a child then, left alone after the loss of her clan. The war that came years ago and took everything from her was one she had been powerless to win. Though she'd been trained alongside her sisters in the old ways of Dathomirian magick, she hardly stood a chance against General Grievous then. She spent the ensuing solitary years training, making herself more than capable, refusing to ever be as powerless again should war and death come knocking again.
Here, she's been thrown into battle with people she barely knows but is forced to trust. Whether or not she can still remains to be seen for their group at large, but Merrin is devoted to those with her in the North Tower, along with those they are charged to defend here. She would see them safe, whatever the cost, and she doesn't accept that they'll lose. At least, not at first. But the days drag on, their bodies weary, and it seems hope of this tower standing is nearly lost.
On this particular morning, the tides turn and Merrin can almost feel the encroaching darkness in her bones. There is an ill omen in the air, and she watches her allies cautiously, worried for their safety as the catapults come faster and faster, with barely a pause in between. She can hardly catch her breath, trying desperately to manipulate the ground around the base of the tower to keep it standing. Despite the combined strengths of their entire team, the tower begins to fall, and the horrible sinking feeling twists at her; they must save as many as they can. She's able to use her power to guide some of the crumbling tower more gently to the ground, to protect those falling from a great height. Desperate, she searches for those she recognizes, jogging towards the girl she's come to know as Kamala. She's breathless when she speaks. ]
Have you been injured?
[ Asking if she is okay seems a foolish question at the moment, particularly as the tower is still collapsing around them. ]
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Here, she's been thrown into battle with people she barely knows but is forced to trust. Whether or not she can still remains to be seen for their group at large, but Merrin is devoted to those with her in the North Tower, along with those they are charged to defend here. She would see them safe, whatever the cost, and she doesn't accept that they'll lose. At least, not at first. But the days drag on, their bodies weary, and it seems hope of this tower standing is nearly lost.
On this particular morning, the tides turn and Merrin can almost feel the encroaching darkness in her bones. There is an ill omen in the air, and she watches her allies cautiously, worried for their safety as the catapults come faster and faster, with barely a pause in between. She can hardly catch her breath, trying desperately to manipulate the ground around the base of the tower to keep it standing. Despite the combined strengths of their entire team, the tower begins to fall, and the horrible sinking feeling twists at her; they must save as many as they can. She's able to use her power to guide some of the crumbling tower more gently to the ground, to protect those falling from a great height. Desperate, she searches for those she recognizes, jogging towards the girl she's come to know as Kamala. She's breathless when she speaks. ]
Have you been injured?
[ Asking if she is okay seems a foolish question at the moment, particularly as the tower is still collapsing around them. ]