Darth Talos V.S Karin Dorn
Oh so sassy.
Karin didn't respond to the Apprentice's bleating, merely tapping her foot impatiently, she was truly beginning to feel like the disapproving mother of the Sith. It was only his second attack but surely his batteries would be getting fairly drained by now, there were Sith Masters out there that couldn't sustain all that sorcery for very long, which was
very inconvenient seeing as nobody could take a power nap during a battle.
However, as the woman did not feel like being punching bag (a very sturdy one, mind you) for this entire affair a council meeting was held in her very own head, the majority voted for a dodge to be taken place and that is exactly what she was going to do.
You see, Karin Dorn was standing next to a doorway.
Remember? Oh surely you haven't forgotten the death of the poor door in the first post, have you? Well what? You thought the door was just there for no reason?
DON'T BE RIDICULOUS, DOORS ARE THERE TO OFFER PRIVACY TO ROOMS! Or, y'know in this case, keep people locked inside of rooms, but let's not speculate. A door is difficult to describe but we all know it's motive.
She would wait until the last possible moment to move, make him think that he had a chance. Unfortunately, Force 101 subscribes to the Art of Movement and if you're not fast, well, you're obviously last depending on if there is a hare and a tortoise in your race. The very microsecond that her opponent moved an inch of his dark magic wielding arse Karin pranced off into the open doorway
like a complete and utter fairy.
He may have just unknowingly helped her with that restoration project. That or he's potentially cost her so many more credits with structure destruction.
Alas poor corridor, we knew you well.
She found herself in a cramped cell, and immediately took her feather duster out for some work. Absent-mindedly fluttering around giving everything except the dilapidated toilet a little love.
“You really shouldn't let people rile you up like that,” the Master chimed sweetly, still pottering around,
“if you leave a path of destruction wherever you walk you're going to end up very dead, very soon.”
Hey, I'd call that fair advice, y'know?
“And for the record, I do not think I am better than you, I know I am better than you,” she stated bluntly,
“the moment you use your brain, you might actually make some progress.”
She spoke a big game for a woman standing in a small cell with only one exit, but come now,
do you really think that I don't have a plan?