Private Unsuitable Replacements

[Mercy]

Avalore

The scream tipped her off that something was coming next.

In a fraction of a moment Mercy raised her arm up to protect her face. Instead of burning it, it curled around her wrist and started to rip into her skin and the meat beneath. It was a good thing for Avalore that she missed Mercy's face. If that had been messed with... oh, nothing could have stopped Mercy from ripping her arm out and beating her to death with it.

Not an idle threat either, since she had done it before.

"Awwww, baby has some lungs on her." Mercy growled in pain as her other hand grabbed the burning leash. The damage she was doing to herself was entirely unheeded.

Meter by meter she dragged Avalore toward her, wrapping the whip around her wrist. More fire, more burn. And now Mercy's eyes were visible through the shades. They were burning red and there was no mercy in them anymore. No humor. Just the remorseless gaze of a Sith who was done playing with its meal.

 

[Avalore]

Avalore released the chain and scrambled back, her mind and body clearing into painstaking clarity. She was outmatched.

She might even be dead.

Metal bend and flew towards the circle, countless sharp edges flying overhead towards the giant that closed in on her with lethal source. Avalore fell on her forearm, her hand outstretched for-- She was grabbed by the heel and pulled back. A hilt snapped into her hand, the weaponed turned on Mercy with lethal intent.

 

[Mercy]

Avalore

Her fist raised up and her skin magnified into pure stone.

Only a handful of times that Mercy actually used the Force throughout this fight. It seemed she preferred to let her muscles do the talking. Still, it was an imperfect defense, and some metal cut past her forearms and shoulders. It only added to the punishment. Somewhere in the back of her head Mercy appraised the young girl.

She wasn't completely useless.

As Mercy dragged Avalore back by her foot her thought went back to the whip. It almost cut her face up. Almost. If Mercy had been a moment too slow she wouldn't be as gorgeous as she was anymore.

Even if the Sith managed to avoid that fate... it still angered her that this cretin thought she had the right to do that to her.

"Time to teach ya a les-" The lightsaber ran straight through her leg, before her foot came down hard into Avalore's hand. Dashing the sabre to the side where it deactivated. A smoking hole in her leg, now useless and dangling... at least for now. A slow keening growl escaped from Mercy's lips. "Oh, Avalore, yar done."

Then the Sith grabbed her by her head, the still burning fingers, thumbs squeezing into a squashy eye.

Mercy's bloody grinning face would be the last thing Avalore saw in this world.

 

[Avalore]

//Recovery Hall

The only thing Avalore was aware of was the feeling of the bed under her. The bandages around her face blocked out world and muffled the sounds of the distant attendants in the hall. One eye lost, the other... undetermined. The dark was suppose to make her strong. Now it surrounded her and she felt more vulnerable than ever before.

What was worse? She couldn't help the subtle wish that Ashin Cardé Varanin was here; it made the woman's cruel words played circles around her head.

Eventually she will realize you won't ever be able to stand on yar own two feet."

The lights above her flickered and threatened to spark out.

Mercy

 

[Mercy]

Avalore

She ended up needing more medical attention than she wanted to admit.

Lost a lot of blood and was getting more sluggish by the end of it. That wasn't the worst of it however. Not the metric feth ton of bacta, nor the painkillers, no, it was the fact that Avalore escaped the ultimate fate. Mercy had been about to put an end to it, but before she could? The weapons master put an end to it.

No doubt he feared what would happen to HIM, if he let Mercy kill Ashin's apprentice without stepping in.

Feet propped up on the cabinet, arse planted lazily in the chair next to Avalore's bed, she held a vigil of sorts. Mostly Mercy refused to accept that she needed to see the end of a bed as well.

The lights above them flickered.

Mercy grunted as her eyes snapped open and slid towards Avalore's prone frame. "Yar a stubborn schutta, aren't cha?" and for the first time there was actual regard in Mercy's voice. Maybe because the assumption was there that Avalore wouldn't hear it. Or maybe the fight had given her some level of regard for the young girl.

"Few people have survived the kind of pounding I visited on ya today. Maybe yar not that useless..." Grudgingly.

Sure, she had needed the weapons master to bail her out, but still.

Some measure of impressiveness there.

 

[Avalore]

Avalore jolted up, adrenaline tearing through her and sending the instruments in the room flying. Gauze scissors stabbed into the mattress between her own legs. Her fingers reached out, fumbling for the object that could be used as a weapon.

"Where are you?" She demanded, her head whipping left and then right, pain be damned. If Mercy didn't know better, there was a bit of healthy fear in the air.

 

[Mercy]

Bemused expression as Mercy watched that display.

Even someone as insightful as a rock in the Force like Mercy could feel it building in the air. Even after a pounding like that, Avalore didn't want to give up, maybe... just maybe Ashin had a point. Even a small one. Mercy wasn't entirely sold on it yet, but... she could still talk, could still try and push against her.

That's more than most could.

"To yar side, love." Mercy purred warmly. "Am afraid I left ya a lil' live bite, hope ya dun' mind."

Part of her just couldn't help but annoy Avalore .

Even if she was already reassessing her opinion.

"I do think ya look better. Jus' a bit more... Sithy." Just a bit anyway.