[h3][center][color=004b80][i]Eltariel[/i][/color]
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Eltariel smiled smugly to herself as her fear tactics began to frighten the stormtroopers. Simpleminded people who knew nothing other than following orders, most likely. Their stupidity would save them a great deal of trouble, for when they ran with their tails between their legs from the scary noises they may lose their dignity but they would keep their lives. They reminded her of the Uruk hai. You had the cowardly one, the orderly one, the "smart" one, the violent one. But they didn't seem like they would turn on each other and rip themselves to little tiny pieces. They did that even without the influence of the Gravewalker, who merely pointed their sadistic tendencies in a direction that suited himself.

But their leader showed up. Unlike them, he was dressed in all black, and with an outfit that seemed to the Elf woman to be more civilized. More familiar. Long sleeves, tunic, cloth, a helm. Cape. He seemed to be more put together, and as she listened her face became serious and grave. She could sense his strength. He was dangerous.  She retreated slightly into the bushes as he began to talk. Did he have some sort of clairovoyance? 

Then the man unveiled his truest weapon. A blade of crimson materialized from thin air and cut a deep slice into the Tower. Her Silver Tower. The only connection she had to this mortal realm besides her own beating heart, and he dare strike into it with his magical weapon? Despite the permanent scar on her Tower, he revealed that her swords were no match for his. She would have to act with precision and agility, and staying out of his range. The other people were holding their weapons like crossbows, so she assumed that they were ranged magical weapons of some kind. Either way, if they had to aim at her, there was a good chance they would miss.

But it was too late, now. The man wanted her aggression, and all of them had earned it. She could not lose this Tower. Despite her more kind-hearted nature, mercy was something Eltariel rarely possessed towards those who presented themselves as her enemies. In the blazing Light of Galadriel, all evil will be purged.

Her spiritual powers had an interesting composition to them. In a way, given their Spiritual nature, they struck the souls of their targets directly. Those with strong willpowers, whether it be to do good or to do evil, would fare better against her assault. Followers and lackeys would succumb quickly and wither away, but those who took charge could better resist her attacks. Her swords on the other, cut the throats of dictators and peasants alike without indiscretion.

That was why Eltariel focused on on the stormtroopers first with her alpha-strike ranged attack. A ghostly apparition of a golden bow appeared betwixt her fingers, and a transparent golden bolt would thrust itself quickly forward at the head of the officer of the storm trooper. Were it to connect and were it to be lethal, it would strike the man lethally and bloodlessly, ending his life like a marionette puppet having it's strings cut. The only indication anything had happened would be a quiet but sharp burst of a ringing sound for those nearby. No helmet could protect him from her spirit arrows, only the fierceness of his spirit could do that. Lackeys of evil overlords rarely possessed such a thing, Eltariel had noticed. Were any of the troopers to survive the initial hit, they would be blinded by a sourceless light and their minds would be drowned by the loud high pitched chime of a bell within their own brains. 

Within rapid succession, two more of these arrows would fire out of the bush, Eltariel worked with immense precision and accuracy. 453 and the one they called Scorch would take two arrows to the head aswell.

Then, she focused her sights on Kylo Ren himself. Spirit Strike was a fickle thing. Even holding onto her blades become difficult in the journey. A follow-up strike with a sword was always difficult, and only felled unexpecting or untrained foes. Instead, her feet were much more easy to move and a powerful kick could knock anyone of their feet. This was what Kylo Ren would experience. From the bush he focused on, a thin ghostly trail would move it's way towards him faster than any plasma bolt, and apparating from thin air would be the dark-blue dressed female, spinning and slamming her heel directly into his chest with immense power. 

With Kylo hopefully knocked away, Eltariel unsheathed her blades and lunged towards the closest stormtrooper, 768, the lethal ends coming for his shoulders, neck, and head. Her eyes were wide and her heart began to beat faster. She had to win. Couldn't lose this one.