With a Spirit Like Mist (Animus Malgus)

[Darth Ophidia]

Submission did not demand that she crushed his spirits; no that would make him less. She wanted to show him once and for all who was the Master. Darth Ophidia did not need to kill him, nor did she want to. He had done exactly as she had anticipated, and as she had hoped. Her anger settled as her Acolyte knelt before her and she turned her back on him as she begun to walk away. He had done all, but one thing: He had not learned to harness his hatred in the form of lightning.

Perhaps this would. While her back was turned, she watched him through the Force. Her attention was on him. It was a challenge and a promise for him to try to strike her down with the lightning she had used against him first. He had already proven himself worthy as an apprentice, but this challenge meant so much more. She did not need to utter words, her action was enough. Would he take the shot and promise her his hatred?

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[Mythos]

She turned her back on him, as lightning was being charged and hummed into his hand that was dripping in blood, his fingers crackled and hummed with the power of lightning. Animus did not think he could do it, Force Lightning was a very Advanced ability, but the hum and power of the lightning seemed to be inching through his Arm that was sliced open.

Hatred swelled inside him, but not Hatred for her, Hatred at himself for being incapable of even touching her.. He felt Hatred at his impotence and frustrations at his failure. That is how he had viewed this encounter... as a failure. First he failed at hiding from her, now he failed at even touching her with his blade... yet here was one more chance.

Raising his arm while he executed the discharge, the very act of raising that arm caused him immense immeasurable pain and agony.. it fueled him. However... Animus would not strike his Master while her back was turned...

His lighting was aimed at the side of her head to pass her by, to show her that he could, be he refused to sink himself into the dishonor of striking an opponent when his back was turned, that part of him was not dead... he was not like his other Acolytes. Honor lived in him still... for how long... who could tell?

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[Darth Ophidia]

As she heard the crackling of lightning, Ophidia stopped. A smile spread across her lips as she awaited the electric pain. She would not stop him, that was the true test. Could he lash out at his master? The lightning shot past her head and for a second she simply stared ahead, then a sigh escaped her lips.

"You need to work on your aim, Acolyte Malgus."

He was strong indeed, but as long as he held on to his sense of Honour, he could never be the Shadow of Death. Honour was something the Aspect of Death would exploit, but not something she could hold on to. It was her weapon, not her badge. Luckily, there were other prospects for that position. Perhaps Animus Malgus was more suited for a different office. Still, she would train him. He would be a powerful Sith... One day.

"Come if you can walk. If not, I will send a squad to pick you up. I need you in shape for your next lesson, and for the conquests ahead. After all, you are my apprentice."

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