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Darth Faef
Pain was a powerful teacher. It left scars, memories,
warnings. One learned from pain, not because they had won the fight. The Sith Mistress had learned this long ago, and though the memories of those times were few and far between, the lessons had stuck. Ink-ribboned skin would prickle with anticipation when the blade of a weapon came too close. Her nostrils would flare when a blaster bolt was fired and the smell of burning flesh was remembered. Her knuckles would ache, as if bruised, if fingers clenched too tightly. It was the A-B-C's of who she was, a part of her soul. Even now as the droid's lightsaber came close enough to her ear for her to hear the hum of it, to smell the sizzling hairs, to feel the heat, muscle memory moved her. Side step, slide a foot, duck, shift balance, strike. it was second nature now because pain had taught her to move, to win.
Savannah ducked and shifted balance as the lightsaber came so very close to her head, threatening to render her dead. And as she moved, the blade of the vibrosword slashed the chassis of the droid, causing a shower of sparks that the woman was quick to withdraw from. The droid was moving faster, more aggressively than anticipated, but that was fine. She had been forged in the fires of hell. One droid would not break her. But it was curious. It was not on the setting she had selected, which was not so much about the challenge of fighting, but the dance of battle. As an Echani, battle was a form of expression, communication. The battle with this droid was about pain.
Mismatched eyes narrowed and darkened; she wasn't alone. There was no room for another thought as the droid advanced, swinging a devastating and calculating blow. Heels pressed hard into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dirt, as lightsaber collided with vibrosword; the force of the strike sending tremors through her arms. Savannah allowed it to gain ground, pushing her back until she had almost collided with the wall, before she had centred herself, halting both of their movements. A moment passed, the lightsaber blade bearing down, threatening to burn through flesh and bone, and then she had thrust a hand into the chassis of her opponent, aided with the Force.
Sparks flew, skin tore, teeth gritted. The sound of metal bending and wires snapping filled the room. The scent of blood and oil became suddenly pungent in the air. And then Savannah had pushed the droid away, launched it across the room with the Force, and it had rag-dolled to the ground, unmoving. There was blood dripping from the gashes on her hand, skin and muscle torn, and oil coating her fingers, and there in her palmhad been the droid's power cell. "
If you want to see me in pain," she began, dropping the cell and flexing her fingers, testing the damage done, allowing the pain to teach her once more. "
Do it yourself."
Savannah Skye
fought the training droid. The Togruta had set the droid on its highest level, unbeknownst to the Echani. She enjoyed seeing others in pain, and had taken the opportunity to watch.
