Sera's blade remained at the ready, even as his golden hilt rested on his belt. Her right arm seared with pain, yet her focus remained on the figure as it drew nearer. The pain was more a reminder of her now handicap than of anything else. "You're attempting to frighten me with stories of brain dead Twi'leks? A Zabrak? Is trying to scare me with conditions and ailments of my own people? Tell me, does it hurt if I carve off your thorny bits atop that crimson scalp? Perhaps we should test that theory?"