Speed has always been your friend, you’ve always been one step ahead of the rest. Until today, but the extra-natural creature of shadows made sentient is hardly a small test of your Force-given attributes. The Shade bounces in and out of reality at every angle as the pair of you stay coiled like compressed springs, ready to launch yourselves upon your assailant. Something pulls at you, but the pull isn’t physical, it is something incorporeal that speaks to your mind and soul. This whisper in your head is telling you just one thing, attack the nothingness before you.

Without thought or processing this instinct, you throw yourself forward with your arms reaching outwards as if snatching an object that isn’t there. A blur of inky shadow materialises before you and your arms wrap around the Shade’s leg, constricting them in an iron-tight grip. Carried by the momentum you threw yourself with, your shoulder slams into the front of the figure of darkness. The pair of you crash onto the ground with a mighty thud. As soon as you land, the Shade flails, trying to writhe out of the arms that lock around his thighs. You fight to sustain your grip, but it is so much stronger than you, your only solace is the awkward angle for the creature.

A giant clawed foot hovers above the pair of you, then crashes down like an industrial press machine. The whiphid stomps the heel of his foot onto the Shade’s torso, sending powerful aftershocks through your body. In quick succession, Urr’tal stomps again and again as the fight fades from the monster you are pinning to the ground. In a final ditch effort, the bloodied Shade teleports before another stomp can end the horrid creature. You and the Shade are one hundred meters away from Urr’tal, and it unleashes a final desperate burst of freakish power. It balls its hand into a fist and swings its arrow down towards your head in a brutal hammer fist.

The first blow to your skull slackens your grip as the world becomes hazed numbness around you, and the second has you letting go entirely. Like a drunk, your hands shoot out towards your attacker. Instead of dumbly flailing and uselessly slapping, your arm grows strong. This strength is a new one, one you’ve never felt before. It feels like a storm in your blood, roiling and ripping against restraints. Trying to burst from your very core. It does not bring you pain; this power churning within is intoxicating. Your entire being feels exultant as if possessed by a holy spirit. An explosion of unfettered power fires from your palm, smashing into the Shade and sending him far away.