I only smiled as she spoke. She struck at me again. Getting us into a saberlock as she spoke. Saying that I didn't get attention from him. I didn't love him. I didn't care for him. He was a Brother, yes, but I would have killed him. He left me to die. He let me be taken away. and all he did was hide in the counter while I was snatched up. He forgot about me and moved on because he didn't want to remember. I would have ended his life myself given the chance.
"You are wrong, I never loved him." Pushing with my saber, I got out of the saber lock and sliced at her once with the humming blade. "I wanted his blood on my hands." I then went into a fury of strikes. Suddenly my speed seemed to almost triple as I became a blur of motion slinging the sword around to hit her left twice, her right, stab followed with an uppercut and a downcut, another jab, and then once more to her right twice before sending one upper cut with my saber followed by my fist. My left fist that was my demoinic arm.
All the time I could feel the burning from the poisons from within me. Threatening to engulf me in the darkness. And yet, I loved it. I wanted to become the shadow of the Dark side. I had lost my family, be left for dead, and now, The rest of my family would pay.
[member="Lexa Imura"]