The Wrong Side of Heaven

[Joza Perl]

“Of course they did.” Came her smooth reply, lids drooping ever so slightly. She was keenly aware of the effect her pheromones could have on someone, especially seeing as how their interest extended beyond the amulet. If Pyrrhus really wanted to, she had no doubt he could easily incapacitate or kill her and take what he desired. She figured if anything, he saw her as a plaything—not unusual, she seemed to give off that vibe if her interactions with other Sith were anything to go by. “But you’re not exactly dealing with a Jedi, Lord Pyrrhus.” A low chuckle rode on the end of her words, the beginnings of a smirk drifting onto her face.

The laugh died in her throat, her smirk twisting into an unpleasant expression associated with being caught off guard as she felt herself pull forward. With him pressing the advantage of her imbalance, she knew instantly that she’d lose the saberlock, so she decided to hasten the process. Her saber pushed back against his, feigning struggle for a few moments as her knees bent and she was pushed towards the ground. Suddenly, she dropped down perhaps a bit too quickly, forcing herself into a roll as she went. While Pyrrhus’ blade was aimed for the hilt of her own saber and not her flesh, her own twisting led the crimson blade to nick against her wrist rather than the weapon.

A brief cry of pain left her lips, covering up the sizzle of her flesh as she completed her roll nonetheless, springing upwards a few feet from Pyrrhus this time instead of simply repositioning herself to attack. She’d dropped her lightsaber as soon as she felt the searing pain against her organic limb, which had deactivated and rolled away and out of her grasp. Now she was nearly backed against the wall, left arm slackened at her side, right hand hovering above the second hilt at her waist. Her upper lip curled into a snarl as she glowered at the blade wielding Togruta as if weighing her options.

[member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

But you're not exactly dealing with a Jedi, Lord Pyrrhus.

The Togruta had smirked when she had said that. Indeed he was not. Perhaps that was why the entertainment value of their interaction was higher than usual. Or perhaps it was the mystery of what hid beneath her robes. Joza got caught off balance, or so it seemed, before she rolled away and out of reach. The Sith maintained his forward momentum and had her on the retreat. Though she had not sustained any massive damage of the physical kind, he hoped there was some psychological impact somewhere.

The cry of pain signalled that while he had not hit his intended mark he had made contact. It was the second best outcome and he accepted it gladly and without regret. There was a little bit more distance between the two now and she was seemingly unarmed. It was perhaps in this moment he ought to have lunged forwards, but he would not have her lightsaber remain on the ground behind him unattended. Who knew in which directions that might come flying later. With his free hand he reached out for it to pull it to his grip. If left uncontested, he would soon clip it to his belt. For safekeeping. The girl appeared to have another, but at the very least he was making progress.

"No, you are not a Jedi. You have seen them for what they are. Weak and misguided. They spend more time hiding the truth from you than teaching you how to deal with it." he said as he moved towards her with slow steps. His left hand held his saber and it was pointing forwards in her direction. "Have you ever sought out someone who could teach you all aspects of the Force? No lies, no deceptions, just simple truth, true power?" He had in brief glimpses seen that she had been in contact with the Dark, been tempted by it, but in what capacity she had interacted with it in the past he did not know. "You should give in. Surrender to me. I will show you" he presented the offer at the price of her capitulation. Pyrrhus kept walking, the tip of his lightsaber near level with her shoulders, inching closer and closer to her throat. He had made two promises to himself today. He would take that amulet from her and he would break her. "What will it be, Zeltron?" It was up to her if she wanted it the hard way or the painless way.

[member="Joza Perl"]