Assadar remained impassive, showing no outward reaction. He hoped that this task would be easier than the last--at the very least it seemed to be much simpler. Still, it was completely new to him--he was proficient at telekinesis, but applying force to such a small area was something he had not yet attempted.
He stepped forwards after a moment of reflecting on what needed to be done. Although he had technically won the previous contest, that had been by his opponent's blunder and not his own prowess, and Arturious was most certainly unimpressed. Words would no longer avail him--action was now required. Assadar picked on a different victim this time--perhaps the last one was unlucky. He could see fear in the man's eyes; choking was something of a signature move for the Sith. Perhaps Assadar would instill more fear this way than by trying to artificially implant it into his victim's head--so long as he could pull it off.
"Please, not me." said the man, desperation clear in his voice. "Do it to him!" He added as an afterthought, pointing to the man besides him.
Assadar smiled grimly. 'A coward', he thought. 'Perfect'. The man was already short of breath and visibly worked up--that would make things easier. Besides, Assadar had no qualms with torturing a man who would so easily betray his comrade. Without any further hesitation, the young Sith extended his arm and slowly clenched his fingers into a gripping position, reaching out through the force and trying to close his grip around the man's throat. Observing no reaction other than the man's increasing panic, Assadar tried to focus harder, staring intently at the man and willing his airway to constrict. He searched his mind for memories of anger and hate, allowing the anger to boil up inside him and trying to channel it all towards the condemned soldier's neck.
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