Demons sleep. No More. (Ane)

[Salem Norongachi]

It was the Force given a voice, that scream. The very air trembling with it, every molecule quivering in fear of what it meant. Norongachi was unperturbed by it, he merely watched as his control of the objects was interrupted. Green eyes gazed out, cold and hard, like the mind that processed the information they gave it.

Then the rain fell, a cold drizzle that seemed to set the mood for the face-off. It was as if the very ship were crying for the woman who stood before him, out-classed as she should never have been, an apparition masquerading behind a familiar face. Anesia as she was now was still extremely powerful but given what he knew was out there, what he knew was coming, it may as well have been her and not some illusion that died in his flames.

"Are you tired?" He asked as the water seemingly danced in the air, tiny droplets congregating toward each other as the mass of liquid grew. "Have you had enough? Has your bag of tricks grown heavy, dear Anesia?" He finished, his voice barely a whisper against the background noise of the swelling, gushing torrent that the Sith Master brought under her spell.

The wave broke, its master guiding the channeled flood toward him. The water were so thick, so compacted he couldn't even make out [member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] on the other side. It was dark water, the kind of water you do not find at the beach but in the midst of a tempest, far out to sea where only the gods could find you and offer solace. He gazed up at it, to the cresting wave of a cerulean beast that wanted to swallow him, to grind his bones and liquidize his organs. It was pretty, so very pretty, just like her, he thought idly.

One hand sliced up from his side diagonally, index and middle fingers raised, and he tethered a blade to it. A sweeping mantis limb that interwove to finely, so closely together, that it were almost as if it wasn't there to his ethereal eye. The blade moved with his mortal limb and cut across the waters edge. Only the barest of a ripple spread across it, as if he had dropped a long, thin stick onto its surface. It hardly seemed like anything at all, like an insect matching strength with a giant but then his other hand rose to the same level as its twin. Fingers extended, it was almost like a dance, how slow and methodical the motions were. If truth be told his mind was working faster, quicker then even his Supercomputer could hope to match. He focused upon the force, upon his own intermingling signature that had just permeated the shell of Anesia's watery attack and once found, slammed his hands together and then snatched them apart with a roar that threatened to shatter the bulkheads of his vessel.

The wave broke then, ripped down the middle by a ragged blade, and then was flung aside to dash itself against the walls of the hangar bay. A twitch of his eye ripped a bolt of fire toward her, an explosion the size of his head and then he was walking forward, another flame sprung to life, the water on the hangar floor around it hissing and becoming steam. Now he was in a jog, another flash of his power screeched down from above her. He ran, he ran quickly and without hesitation and jumped. A fist fired out and his mastery of Telekinesis went it with it, a resounding boom in the force. His other hand lashed up from right hip and a whip of razored will snapped toward her. He was falling back toward the ground then and spun, lashing out with a kick that made his attack a trifecta of Telekinetics.

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

Still falling, the rain she called from their metal entrapping maze; it fell in sheets of utter abandon. Here and then there, scattering in patches, filling the hangar with it's dark, murky waters. The temptress stood a still shadow, weathering the storm until all that would come, came. It then reversed, physics no longer playing a hand as steady streams of droplets rose to be the instruments they were and then fell in perpetual harmony. Constant were the tiny rivers that fled up and down, like a code meant to be encrypted, it kept changing. Only really a mist, unless looked upon so very close.

She reached and it seemed slow, shaping then gathering his first flame with in her hand. Then, the other. Anesia allowed herself to feel the power of the creator as they turned about in circular motions just skimming the skin of her palms, even delved into the familiarity. Finding his gaze, the Master was overcome with... defeat. The heat of all eternity burned there and she could not help but waver to it's dancing flames. Just then, the attack she held blackened her skin and slid past the tips of her fragile fingers. They met with the self-made lake she created, sizzling from splendor then out of existence.

In that moment, Anesia gave in and the last rush of energy and pride fell with a sigh. Just as she made her descent, [member="Salem Norongachi"] 's kick expedited it causing her knees to hit the threshold with an unexpected crack. Head full of dark, russet hair was plastered, albeit framing her porcelain visage, while her eyes stared into her wavering reflection. Though wanting to move, she simply could not. It would take energy and power. Neither one did she have the strength to muster. "Yes," the lost muttered, answering, "I'm tired." Finally, the rain had ceased.

Who could say if she had enough though... really.

 

[Salem Norongachi]

[member="Anesia Jy'Vun"] had fallen. How many men could say they had forced such an outcome? How many masters as power or more so than himself could claim to have bested the Sith Lord in single combat using pure Force power alone? Few he'd wager and of those that had, only he remained to tell the tale but Norongachi took no comfort in her defeat. He was not of the Sith, not of the mentality that the weak should be humiliated or crushed under heel. This was necessary for her progression, she needed to be pushed to the very limits of her endurance before she could expand, blossom, and grow back into the beautiful -poisonous- flower she had once been.

He let out a breath and his control over the Force lessened to its relaxed state and then approached her, stopping three or four paces from her subjugated form. "How do you feel?" Was his question.

 

[Anesia Jy'Vun]

The way a beast would glance up from a meal, clearly defensive, not having finished. Bright green eyes shifted from their kryptonite shade to something more violet- streaks that changed, then intermingled with one another to find his. A hunger that once slumbered now roused. The heartbeat... somber. Omega's voice at this moment... well, it could have been her undoing. How do you feel...

That was important, was it not?

Anesia only stared, not yet ready to answer, foiling what her intentions just might be by engaging in a smile that was just plain off. Thin fingers floated along the penetrable skin of the water, not really driving them in, but just skating the tips in various designs. The defeat was evident, but her eyes... they held secrets, opposite of her posture.

How do you feel...

Again, the smile. This time it softened and the Sith finally blinked. "Exposed," the voice rang with animosity- a finality, of an end to. Afterall, the sting in vocals was directed internally and not at [member="Salem Norongachi"].

If anything had came from this, it was more respect and a knowing of things surrounding Omega's power that she had yet to touch upon in the past. He could have killed her. "How do you fair, Master?" Of course she knew the answer, or most of it. Perhaps she needed to hear it as well, use it as fuel for the fire.

That was not something so easily accepted -the loss- and she meant to remedy her err.

 

[Salem Norongachi]

How do you fair?

A pointless question, one she knew he would never answer. Instead he loomed over her, power radiating from him like the presence of a titan, green eyes blazing with a cold fire. "What you're feeling right now, that coiling anger mixed with shame..." A statement of fact, he'd been here, they all had from the lowest sentient to the most powerful the galaxy had to offer. "Remember it, embrace it. Let it burn inside you, let it make you hate again, to claw and tear your way back to what you were. The lesson is over, Anesia but remember this moment, remember when you were broken." He moved around her then, walking across the thin sheen of water that covered the hangar floor. "When you are ready, I'll be here." Were his parting words.