Aithne Charr
Heir of Fire
The one thing that went through his mind was simple, this is going to hurt. He tried to follow her movements, tried to turn to block her. But all he could do was stumble a bit, and receive a rather painful cut on the back. Thankfully the armor did displace some of the energy, but none the less he felt the searing pain crawl across his nerves. "You little sh- Boy that hurts. Guess surrendering is off the table." He breathed in, concentrating on the pain and pinpointing it. He used that pain to fuel his connection to the force along with his now rather large amount of anger at her. "The worst part about people like you is you do what you do for money, no regard for the peoples lives you play with. Even now you don't even defend yourself against my accusations, you stand there and fight me all so that you can stop me from achieving what the others with me went on to do. I cant stand you scum, you toy with peoples lives, and dont feel a single shred of remorse. Well you will pay for your crimes now." He breathed in, a long, pained and angry breath left his mouth as he activated both ends of the saber and waited for her to move, the force augmenting his speed and strength as his rage and pain fueled it. @[member="Suhr"], @[member="Josiah Denko"]