Jainadeath (Open to Jacen)
Jaina wasn't sure where it had gone wrong - somewhere between a demon falling, smoke leaking out through the cuts from her violet blade ...and laying on the ground, the sky directly above her... somewhere between there, something had happened. She had stepped wrong or spun when she shouldn't have, or not fast enough, somehow lost her concentration and now-
-there was a pressure in her chest that slowly bloomed into pain that cut deeper with her every breath. She felt for the wound with one hand, fingers shakily catching the edge of the knife protruding from her chest, coming away wet. Her hand curled into a fist and fell beside her, clenched tight against the stained grass. Not only her own blood, this graveyard had been flooded with the blood of nearly everyone here, already - displaced or demonic alike. Hers was just joining in, mingling with the rest.
She turned her mind inward, eyes falling closed for a second, Force senses catching on the edges of the wound. Her lung was damaged. Arteries and veins, vital pieces severed. She was filling with blood in all the wrong places. She didn't think she could pull a trance right now, didn't think she'd even have the time it would take...
-she reached out for Jacen through the meld he'd created, through their bond. Checking. He was there. He was... aware. She tried to muster some kind of reassurance, and when that failed she tried to pull away, so he wouldn't feel-
Her eyes blinked open as her danger sense flared weakly. The demon loomed over her, obstructing her view of the sky. It was a child - or at least, it had been. The eyes were black, now, and it was smiling. Jaina's hand came up, blood-stained and weak, and she managed a weak Force-shove, before trying to push herself up on her elbows - up, somehow, just up, she couldn't just-