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The dark side that flowed through the teen surged, like the rage of a jealous lover, as she felt the steady growth of darkness within the Knight. It was not a mere exaggeration that she passionately sought after the dark side, that she loved its nature and power, or that she embraced it with a sense of equality. What she saw before her was something she could not stand, something that literally drove her up a wall with anger. It was not so much the man's recovery from his near-loss, or his re-activation of his saber after it was fazed out by her
warden cloak, but it was his audacity in believing the force to be his tool, his servant, and not something greater - not as master, surely not, but as an equal, as something more than a saber. Once the knight had completed his attempted onslaught, which ended much in the same way as his last one, Silara was pushed far enough away to remain out of the Sith's reach with a saber. Her mind's reinforcement, after its invasion by a certain alien that read her mind and past, prevented her from seeing the visions that the Sith attempted to portray to her, and rather took this moment to unleash the full fury of someone as deluded and obsessed with the Dark Side as her. Her hands released their grip on her sabers, though they remained where they had been through the application of telekinesis, and Silara called upon the force in all of its splendor to her hands.
"You don't understand me. You never will." Silara hissed with a distinct look of rage. Immediately she pushed her hands out to unleash a massive force push, one which seemed to embody her passionate hate for the knight - and what followed next could only be described as prodigious in nature.
Silara's sabers both flew back into her hands and she moved towards the Sith Knight with increased vigor and speed, her eyes and senses trained on the man.
"I cannot see myself in judgement not because I am shackled, fool; it is because I already know that I will be greater than them all." The Sith apprentice remarked, her voice seething with the passion that she felt, that she was driven by. It was clear what the man thought of her, as though she were nothing but a pawn, a marionette to be pulled along by the strings. But she knew what he did not, and she was aware of the stark limits of his capabilities as he had began to hint toward before, limitations that she did not share. His physical strength and boisterous nature would be the end of him, his arrogance his undoing. It was not for naught that Silara had been commended as a prodigy in both the force and other areas, even in strategy, and it was not coincidence that the Acolyte had nearly amputated her master's hand in a sparring match. She recalled the words of her Master, of those whom are distracted, and her quick footwork, her application of Jar'Kai on a foe that had a single saber, would be her tools to victory. In a swift upward slash, Silara's standard saber was reaching towards the Sith's own to lock them together, something she knew would have been unwise if she had not both another saber and the force on her side. At the same moment as her left hand had reached out with its icy-blue saber, her right pushed out in a perfectly timed jab that was enhanced at an inverse disparity to that of her slash, accelerating while the slash seemed to be much more prominent and noticeable - a feint. This very strike was nearly identical to the forward jab that an Emperor in the past, roughly eight hundred and seventy years prior, had done in the slaying of Jedi assailants, although her speed was far beneath the likes of Palpatine. Her strike, nonetheless, was extremely aggressive and unpredictable, and in the last moments she pushed her right foot to the ground and slid her knee towards the knight, not only as a continuation of her Makashi footwork, but as an application of a force push that did not suffer the same merciful handicaps that her previous usage of Niman had.
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