Aryn Leneer Respect Thread
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Respect for Aryn Leneer, former Jedi Knight of the Old Republic.
Force Powers
Aryn uses the Force to ease her mind and thoughts.
She closed her eyes on the Sith and fell back on Master Zallow's teachings. She felt the Force within and around her, a matrix of glowing lines created by the intersection of all living things. As always, the line of Master Zallow glowed as brightly as a guiding star in her inner space.
She missed him, his calm presence, his wisdom.
Focusing inward, she picked a point in her mind, made it a hole, and let her unease drain into it.
Source: Deceived
She draws on the Force's power.
She fell into the Force, drawing on its power.
Time seemed to slow. She felt as if she existed outside herself, watching.
Source: Deceived
She cushions herself after getting Force pushed by Darth Malgus.
She used the Force to cushion the impact, but she still landed on her back and the impact blew the breath from her lungs.
Source: Deceived
She uses the Force to help Zeerid piggyback his ship on an Imperial ship, jumping through hyperspace safely inside the Imperial blockade around Coruscant.
Aryn did not bother to respond. She dwelled in the Force, floated in and on the warm network of lines that connected all things, one to another. Her consciousness expanded to see and feel everything near her. She focused on her perception of the passage of time, first on how it felt as she moved through it, then on spreading it, stretching it, until she could linger in a millisecond as if it were a moment, then a minute. To Zeerid it would appear that she were a blur of motion, existing simultaneously in multiple places. To her, it felt as if the universe around her had stilled. She smiled, seeing the moments that hung before her, each millisecond a long moment in which she could think, in which she could act. The effort taxed her, and she knew she could not maintain it for long.
"Watch the scanner," Zeerid said, his words a lifetime in the utterance.
She did not watch the scanner. Her body could react faster than any machine. Instead she watched the viewscreen. The Imperial ships had finished their hydrogen skim and now maneuvered into a formation suitable for a hyperspace jump, the supply ships within the ring of the frigate escort.
She tensed.
"They're forming up," Zeerid said. The waves of his tension crashed against her but she dammed them off, did not allow them to disrupt her focus.
She watched, waited, waited. . .
As one, the Imperial ships began to stretch in her perception. For a nanosecond, all of them seemed to stretch to infinity, their rear engines a hundred thousand kilometers off Fatman's bow, their forms reaching across and through an incomprehensible distance. She knew it was illusion, that it was a trick of her perception caused by the moment they entered hyperspace seeming to freeze before her eyes.
She engaged Fatman's hyperdrive and the black night of space turned blue.
"Now, Aryn! Now!" Zeerid said, but he was far too late.
They were already gone.
She remained immersed in the Force as Fatman surged through hyperspace. The ordinary maddening churn slowed to a crawl of spirals and whorls, the script of the universe writ large in characters of blue, turquoise, midnight, and lavender. She fancied there might be meaning in the lines, an important revelation that hung before her, just beyond the reach of her consciousness.
She lost track of the slow passage of time. Zeerid spoke to her from time to time but his words bounced off her perception, ricocheted without her comprehension. In time, something he said penetrated her understanding.
"Coming out, Aryn. Be ready."
She watched Zeerid, moving in slow motion, pull back on the lever that engaged the hyperdrive.
She readied herself, and the moment the blue of hyperspace started to fade into black, she pushed a series of buttons and switches that turned Fatman cold except for life support, thrusters, and the small amount of power they'd need to create an electromagnetic bond.
The blue disappeared in favor of the midnight of space, and she returned to normal perception.
Source: Deceived
Force Sense/Empathy
Aryn senses a pair of Sith's contempt from across the hallway.
She knew. She could feel their contempt, an irritation in her mind akin to a pebble in her boot.
Source: Deceived
She senses the soon-to-be attack on the Jedi Temple while on Alderaan.
In truth, she felt as if she were a boiling pot, the steam of her emotional state seeking escape around the lid of her control. The air felt charged, agitated. She would have attributed the feelings to the stress of the peace negotiations, but it seemed to her something more. She felt a doom creeping up on her, a darkness. Was the Force trying to tell her something?
...
"As if. . . as if something is about to happen. I can explain it no better than that."
"This originates from the Force, from your empathy?"
"I don't know. I just. . . feel like something is about to happen."
Source: Deceived
She senses the chaos going on in the Jedi Temple as Malgus and his force are attacking it.
Aryn felt dizzy. A rush of emotion flooded her. She could not name it, categorize it. It was just a wash of inchoate, raw feeling. She was swimming in it, sinking.
"Something is happening, Syo," she said, her voice tight. "I don't know what it is, but it is not good."
Source: Deceived
She senses her Master's death at the hands of Darth Malgus.
The shock hit Aryn with little warning, the sensation as sudden and powerful as a blaster shot. Her body spasmed. The tranquility bracelet in her hand, the bracelet given her by Master Zallow, snapped in her clenched fist and the tear-shaped bits of coral rained to the floor.
She doubled over, moaned. Her stomach sank. Her vision blurred. The room spun. Her legs dissolved under her and she felt herself slipping, falling, sinking. A fist formed in her throat, throttling the cry that wanted release and allowing it loose only as an aborted, grief-ridden wail.
Through their connection in the Force, she felt he sharp stab of agony that Master Zallow experienced, felt her own breath hitch in symphony as he took his final breath and died. The line of his life, usually so bright in her mind's eye when she felt the Force, usually so close to her own line, vanished from her perception.
Source: Deceived
She senses fellow Jedi Keevo and Vollen's anger, disappointment, and other emotions.
Aryn felt the creeping pressure of their suppressed anger, their disappointment. They felt betrayed, deceived.
. . .
Aryn felt Vollen's alarm, his uncertainty.
Source: Deceived
She senses the dread and fear on Coruscant after the Imperial attack.
Due to her emphatic sense, Aryn felt the dread in the air as a tangible thing, a pall that overhung the entire planet. It wore on her, weighed her down. The towers of duracrete and transparisteel seemed ready to fall in on her. She felt hunched, tensed in anticipation of a blow. The dread was omnipresent, an entire planet of billions of people projecting raw emotion into thin air.
...
"Are you alright?" he asked. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm fine. It's just. . . fear is everywhere. The air is full of it."
Source: Deceived
She senses Zeerid's concern.
Aryn could feel Zeerid's concern for her.
Source: Deceived
She senses Malgus's presence.
A feeling seized her as the strings of her Force sensitivity vibrated with a discordant note. The feeling took her by the shoulders, shook her, and emptied her of grief, leaving only anger.
She knew the feeling's origin.
She activated her lightsaber and tried to pinpoint Malgus's location.
Source: Deceived
Telekinesis
Aryn uses the Force to hurl two Sith across a hall and into a wall before one of them could activate his lightsaber.
The male Sith reached for his lightsaber. Before he could activate it, Aryn unleashed a blast of power that lifted both Sith from their feet and blew them into the wall.
Source: Deceived
She uses the Force to pull the lightsaber out of a Sith's hands.
Using the Force, she jerked the male's hilt from his hand and brought it flying into her own grasp.
Source: Deceived
She uses the Force to push six tram cars into armed men firing at her and Zeerid with a mere gesture.
Aryn gestured at a cargo tram near the three men shooting at them from behind. The six cars of the tram rushed toward the men, propelled by Aryn's power.
Source: Deceived
She throws a large stone at Darth Malgus.
Taking telekinetic hold of a large stone near Malgus, she flung it at him.
Source: Deceived
She utilizes lightsaber throw.
Using the Force to guide it, she hurled Master Zallow's lightsaber at Malgus. The blade cut a glittering green arc through the air as it spun end over end toward Malgus's head.
Source: Deceived
Utilizes lightsaber throw two more times.
As she ran, she cast first her own lightsaber at Malgus, then Master Zallow's, using the Force to guide both.
The attack caught Malgus unprepared, and Aryn's blade bit into his armor. Sparks flew and Malgus winced, snarled with pain. He ducked under Master Zallow's blade, and Aryn recalled both to her hands as she ran. The moment she had them, she cast them both at Malgus again.
Source: Deceived
She snatches hold of Master Zallow's lightsaber after Darth Malgus threw it at her and Zeerid.
Anger went forth from Malgus. He reactivated Master Zallow's blade and hurled it after them. Zeerid tried to wheel out of the way but the blade curled and kept coming at them. T7 beeped in alarm.
Aryn watched the weapon spin, felt it, and before it reached the speeder, she reached out with the Force and snatched it from Malgus's mental grasp. The weapon turned upward over the speeder and descended hilt-first into her hand as Zeerid rose into the night sky and sped away.
Source: Deceived
She disarms Eleena of her blasters.
Aryn strode toward the shuttle while the Twi'lek backed up the landing ramp, taking aim. Before the Twi'lek could fire, Aryn gestured with her left hand, and both of the blasters flew from the Twi'lek's hands and landed at Aryn's feet.
Source: Deceived
She Force pushes Eleena into a bulkhead.
The Twi'lek, wide-eyed, turned to flee into the shuttle's compartment. Again, Aryn gestured and a blast of power went forth from her, slammed into the Twi'lek's back, and drove her hard into the bulkhead.
Source: Deceived
Gravity Manipulation
She uses the Force to slow her descent after jumping off a balcony.
Heart racing, she turned and leapt into the open air, following her thoughts groundward, untethered from the Order, from nonattachment, from everything save her need to right a wrong.
Using the Force to slow her descent, she hit the ground in a crouch and sped off.
Source: Deceived
She uses the Force to, again, slow down her descent after jumping out of a crashing ship. The fall was from about 500 meters(or more) high.
She made her grip a vise around Zeerid and used the Force first to slow, then to stop the spin.
. . .
She let herself feel the descent and used the feeling to fall into the Force. Nestled in its power, she marshaled her strength.
...
She reached out with the Force, channeled power into a wide column beneath them. She conceptualized the power as somewhat similar to what she would use when augmenting a leap, except that instead of a sudden rush of power to drive her upward, she instead used the power in a gentler, passive fashion.
...
The balloon of her power slowed them further. She could see benches in the plaza, a fountain. She could distinguish individual windows in the skyrises around them. They were five hundred meters up and still falling fast.
The pressure in her brain intensified. Her vision blurred. The ache in her head became a knife stab of pain. She screamed but held on, held on.
Four hundred meters. Three hundred.
They slowed still more and Aryn feared she could not bear it anymore.
Two hundred.
A second stretched into an eternity of pain and pressure. She thought she must burst.
"Hang on, Aryn!" Zeerid said, his voice muffled by the mask. He was rigid in her arms.
Fifty meters.
They were still going too fast.
Twenty, ten.
She dug deep, pulled out whatever power she could, and expended it in a final shout, an expulsion of power that entirely arrested their descent for a moment. They hung in the air for a fraction of a second, suspended only by the invisible power of the Force and Aryn's ability to use it.
And then they were falling free.
She released Zeerid and they both hit the duracrete feetfirst, the shock of impact sending jolts of pain up Aryn's ankles and calves. She rode the momentum of the fall into a roll that knocked the wind from her and tore a divot of skin from her scalp.
But she was alive.
Source: Deceived
She uses the Force to stop herself, Zeerid, and the droid T7 from spinning, and slow their descent to where they landed safely on the ground.
End over end they spun, T7 whistling with alarm, until Aryn seized them in her power, ended the spinning, and slowed their descent. The metal and duracrete of the spaceport's roof rushed up to meet them. They had only a second, two. Aryn grunted, slowed them still further, further, until they touched down gently on the roof.
Source: Deceived
Deflection
She deflects a Force blast harmlessly away from her.
She advanced on him, heedless of the woman, imagining the feel of her hands on his throat. He answered her approach with a blast of power, but she made a V with her hands, formed a wedge with her will, and deflected the blast to either side of her. More statues toppled, shattered. The female Sith, caught in the deflected blast, was thrown backward ten paces.
Source: Deceived
She deflects shrapnel coming at her after Malgus descended from his shuttle to fight her.
Still, he landed in a cocoon of power, hitting the ground in an explosion of might that shattered the stones around them and turned them into a hail of shrapnel. Unflinching, Aryn deflected them with the Force as she parried another slash from Malgus.
Source: Deceived
Force Speed
Aryn uses the Force to augment her speed and strength.
Aryn used the Force to augment her strength, her speed. She felt it flowing within her, turning her body into a weapon----
Source: Deceived
She moves with Force-augmented speed.
Moving with Force-augmented speed, Aryn easily avoided the Alderaanian guards posted on the grounds of the compound. A canine with one of the guard teams must have caught her smell. It growled as she passed, but before the guards could turn on their infrared scanners, Aryn was already a hundred meters away.
Source: Deceived
She creates blur images with her lightsaber after enhancing her speed.
She did not wait for Malgus. She bounded across the hangar, her speed augmented by the Force, the lines of her blades leaving a blur of light in their wake
Source: Deceived
Force Jump
She uses a Force enhanced jump to clear a five meter wall.
Without slowing, she drew on the Force, leapt into the air, and arced over the five-meter wall.
Source: Deceived
Aryn dodges a kick from Darth Malgus and then jumps 50 meters away.
He leaned into his blade, pushed her back a step, and unleashed a Force-augmented kick at her ribs.
But she was the quicker, and a flip sent her over his head and fifty meters away, deeper into the mountain of ruins where her Master had died.
Source: Deceived
She Force jumps again in her fight against Darth Malgus.
She flipped up and over him onto another piece of rubble, fifteen meters away.
Source: Deceived
Force Shield
Aryn encases herself and Zeerid in a protective sheath of Force energy while jumping out of a crashing ship.
She did not hesitate. She sank into the Force, cocooned them both in a protective sheath, and leapt out of the ship and into the open air.
Source: Deceived
Speed
Aryn deflects a blaster bolt into the floor, activating her blade in response to the shot being fired.
Zeerid did not hesitate. He pulled the trigger, and the muffled whump of the E-9 sounded like a polite cough.
In near-perfect time with Zeerid pulling the trigger, the motion so fast that it was blurry, the figure whipped free a silver cylinder that grew a glowing green line and deflected the E-9's bolt into the floor.
Source: Deceived
She spins her lightsaber in a rapid arc, deflecting blaster shots into the ceiling and floor.
The two men between Aryn and Zeerid and the ship had blasters in hand, firing as they approached. Aryn's lightsaber hummed to life, spun a rapid arc before them, and deflected the shots into the ceiling and floor.
Source: Deceived
She moves her blade in a blur of motion, forming a cocoon of light around herself and Zeerid.
But before he could stand Aryn was over him, her blade a blur of motion that formed a cocoon of green light around them, deflecting blaster shots in all directions. She grabbed him under his armpit and helped him up to his feet while still deflecting shots.
Source: Deceived
She dodges a kick from Malgus.
He leaned into his blade, pushed her back a step, and unleashed a Force-augmented kick at her ribs.
But she was the quicker, and a flip sent her over his head and fifty meters away, deeper into the mountain of ruins where her Master had died.
Source: Deceived
Zeerid watches her fight with Darth Malgus, in which they are both moving so fast he could barely keep up with their movements.
She and Darth Malgus bounded across the ruins of the Temple, their blades flashing, locking, the speed of their duel so fast Zeerid could barely follow their movement.
Source: Deceived
Strength
Aryn is a very strong Jedi, managing to hold her own against Sith Lord Darth Malgus, who uses a strength oriented lightsaber style. During their duel, she catches one of his kicks and throws him twenty meters with one hand.
Malgus parried crosswise with his blade and stepped into a Force-augmented side kick aimed at her ribs. She caught the kick with her free hand, closed her arm over his leg, spun, and flung Malgus twenty meters from her.
Source: Deceived
Lightsaber and Fighting Skill
Aryn contends with Darth Malgus, one of the Sith Empire's greatest warriors, until her friend Zeerid comes and gets her out of the Temple ruins.
A roar, heavy with hate and rage, pulled Aryn's eyes skyward. Malgus descended like a meteor. His cape flew out behind and over him, a comma of darkness, and he held his lightsaber in a two-handed grip. Power went before him in a wave of visible distortion. The shuttle out of which he had leapt flew off into the night sky.
Aryn fell fully into the Force, raised her defenses, took a fighting stance, and parried Malgus's two-handed overhand slash. Still, he landed in a cocoon of power, hitting the ground in an explosion of might that shattered the stones around them and turned them into a hail of shrapnel. Unflinching, Aryn deflected them with the Force as she parried another slash from Malgus. The force of the Sith's blow made her arms quiver, but she gave no ground.
Blades locked, sparking, their eyes met.
Malgus's dark eyes burned with a rage that knifed through her. The anger he radiated was tangible to Aryn, made the air feel greasy, polluted. But she felt something else in it, something unexpected, an odd ambivalence.
"I know why you've come," he said, his voice a hiss from behind his respirator.
She forced words between gritted teeth. "You killed Master Zallow."
"And now I will kill you, too," he said. "In the same place I killed him." He leaned into his blade, pushed her back a step, and unleashed a Force-augmented kick at her ribs.
But she was the quicker, and a flip sent her over his head and fifty meters away, deeper into the mountain of ruins where her Master had died. She landed in a crouch atop one of the broken columns sticking out of the rubble.
"You will find that difficult," she called, and answered his anger with a wave of her own. "I assure you of that."
Malgus gestured with his left hand, and the column she stood on began to shake. she leapt off it to another nearby, then another, then another, leapfrogging her way across the ruins, back toward Malgus.
When she landed atop a large chunk of stone ten meters from the Sith, he made a cutting gesture with his free hand and two pieces of statuary rose from the rubble and rushed toward her from either side. She leapt into the air and they smashed into each other beneath her, spraying shards of rock. She landed atop the remains, lightsaber ready.
Malgus growled, leapt through the air from his perch towards her. She slid to the side of his downward slash and his blade split the stone at their feet. She unleashed a crosscut that would have decapitated him had he not ducked under it.
She flipped up and over him onto another piece of rubble, fifteen meters away. Taking telekinetic hold of a large stone near Malgus, she flung it at him. He never moved, simply held his ground and split the incoming rock in two with his lightsaber. Red sparks and bits of stone rained down.
Aryn could not find her calm. She was fighting angry, but did not care. Snarling, thinking of her Master, she bounded across the hill of rubble, leaping from one chunk of rock to another, closing the distance with Malgus. He answered her charge with one of his own, the two of them jumping across the gravestones of the Jedi Order until they closed to within striking distance.
Aryn stabbed low and Malgus slapped her blade out wide, reversed his motion, and unleashed a backhand swing at her abdomen. She leapt over it, pulling her legs in tight, and loosed a two-handed overhead strike as she came back down. Malgus parried crosswise with his blade and stepped into a Force-augmented side kick aimed at her ribs. She caught the kick with her free hand, closed her arm over his leg, spun, and flung Malgus twenty meters from her. He flipped in midair and landed atop the crackled face of the Odan-Urr statue that had once lined the processional approach into the Temple.
She took the hilt of Master Zallow's lightsaber in her off hand, crouched, and bounced into a leapt toward him. He watched her come and at the apex of the leap's arc, he thrust his left hand at her, roaring, and veins of Force lightning squirmed toward her.
Ready for it, she activated Master Zallow's lightsaber, used it to form an X with her own, and intercepted the lightning on the two blades.
His power met her will. The lightning twisted around the glowing blades. The force of it stopped her downward descent and held her aloft in the air for a moment, suspended on a column built of the dark side.
And then she overcame it. The lightning dissipated to nothingness and she, unharmed by it, fell straight down, landing on her feet atop a shifting pile of rubble and deactivating Master Zallow's blade.
The moment she landed, Malgus was upon her, his blade slashing, stabbing, spinning. He tried to use his superior strength to force her off the stone, off balance, but she answered his strength his speed, sidestepping his blows, leaping over them, parrying, unleashing her own flurries. The hum of their weapons through the air, the sizzle of crossed blades, merged into a single song of speed and power.
...
Aryn and Malgus locked blades.
"I am more than your match, Sith," she said over the sparks of their joined lightsabers.
"Your Master was not," Malgus said, grunting, and shoved her with a telekinetic blast of such force that she flew backward and slammed into the rock and rubble. She used the Force to cushion the impact, but she still landed on her back and the impact blew the breath from her lungs.
Malgus leapt high into the air, shouting with rage, his blade held high for a killing stroke. She rolled aside as he came down and his blade sank to its hilt n the rubble of the Temple. She leapt to her feet and unleashed a backhand crosscut at his throat. He got his blade free and vertical to parry it, but at the same time she pointed the blade end of Master Zallow's lightsaber at Malgus and activated it.
He must have sensed his danger at the last moment for he slid partially aside. Still, the green line of Master Zallow's blade pierced his armor and side and elicited a snarl of pain and rage. Before Aryn could follow up, Malgus drove an open hand into the side of her face.
She was unready for the blow. The Force-augmented impact exploded a spark shower in her brain and sent her cartwheeling away from Malgus; she slammed into a rock and landed on her side ten meters away. Adrenaline pulled her to her feet, though she swayed unsteadily. She spat a mouthful of blood and held both lightsabers at the ready.
Malgus stood astride the ruins, his blade sizzling, eyeing the smoking hole in his armor, the furrow in his flesh.
Seeing an opportunity, she did not hesitate.
Using the Force to guide it, she hurled Master Zallow's lightsaber at Malgus. The blade cut a glittering green arc through the air as it spun end over end toward Malgus's head.
Despite his wound, the Sith slapped aside Aryn's Force-hold on the blade and snatched it out of the air, as quick as a sand viper. He deactivated the blade, held the hilt in his hand, studied it. He looked up and over at Aryn, his eyes burning. She imagined him smiling under his respirator.
"This weapon did not avail him and it will not avail you."
The sound of an engine pulled Aryn's head around. She whirled, her blade ready, and saw the Armin speeder roaring out of the sky like a comet, Zeerid in the driver's seat.
Source: Deceived
She fights Darth Malgus again, although ultimately defeated through Force lightning.
The pure hate and raw rage pouring off Malgus struck Aryn like a physical blow. She braced herself against it as she might a hailstorm. She realized how strongly he felt for the Twi'lek, how he sublimated all of his emotion for her into hate and rage.
He ignited his lightsaber and his eyes and the plates of his armor reflected its red glow. He reached a hand behind him, made a sharp, cutting gesture, and the doors to the hangar slammed closed. Another gesture and the emergency locks turned into place.
"Just us," he said, his voice as rough as a rasp. He had not taken his eyes off of Eleena.
...
"Enough words," he said, returning his gaze to Aryn. "Make your attempt, Aryn Leneer. I am here."
He discarded his cape, stood up straight, and saluted her with his lightsaber.
She hefted her lightsaber, Master Zallow's lightsaber, felt the weight of both in her hands. She fell into the lines of the Force, at peace, calm.
Still heart. Still mind.
She had trained in dual lightsaber combat when she had been a Padawan, but she rarely fought with two blades in a genuine combat situation. She would now, here, today. She thought it fitting that she do so.
She did not wait for Malgus. She bounded across the hangar, her speed augmented by the Force, the lines of her blades leaving a blur of light in their wake. Malgus held his ground, blade ready.
She stabbed low with her primary blade, high with her secondary. Malgus leapt over both, flipped, landed behind her, and crosscut for her neck.
She ducked under it while spinning into a reverse leg sweep that caught his feet and tripped him. When he hit the ground, she rose, turned, raised both blades, and drove them down in a parallel overhand slash. Malgus somersaulted backward, and Aryn's blades cut gashes in the floor of the hangar. Sparks flew.
Malgus bounced up from the somersault and loosed a telekinetic blast that lifted Aryn from her feet and blew her across the hangar. She slammed into one of the shuttle's bulkheads, but used the Force to cushion the blow so that it did no harm. Bouncing off the cool metal, she charged Malgus. As she ran, she cast first her own lightsaber at Malgus, then Master Zallow's, using the Force to guide both.
The attack caught Malgus unprepared, and Aryn's blade bit into his armor. Sparks flew and Malgus winced, snarled with pain. He ducked under Master Zallow's blade, and Aryn recalled both to her hands as she ran. The moment she had them, she cast them both at Malgus again.
But this time he as ready. Augmenting his speed with the Force, he flipped high into the air and out of the way of both. She anticipated his movement, however, bounded forward to cut him off and landed a flying kick in his chest. He used the Force to diminish the blow's impact but it drove him back a step and she heard his breath hitch through the sound of his respirator.
He recovered, roared, raised his blade high to cut her in two, and brought it down. But she had already summoned her own blade back to her hand and interposed it in a parry.
Malgus's strength drove her to her knees. She held out her other hand and pulled Master Zallow's blade to her hand, stabbed for his stomach with it.
Malgus sidestepped the stab, though it skinned his armor and showered sparks. He pushed her blade to the side with his own and kicked her in the face. The strength behind the blow blew through her defenses, caused her to see stars, loosed teeth, and sent her head over heels backward. She landed on her knees, stunned, seeing double.
. . .
Source: Deceived
Aryn catches Malgus's lightning on her's and Master Zallow's lightsaber, which is considered a very difficult thing to do.
He watched her come and at the apex of the leap's arc, he thrust his left hand at her, roaring, and veins of Force lightning squirmed toward her.
Ready for it, she activated Master Zallow's lightsaber, used it to form an X with her own, and intercepted the lightning on the two blades.
Source: Deceived