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Jun 15, 2019 5:21 PM
The Originals raid a Sith base
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-and then she's bursting from the flames behind him, lightsaber sweeping towards his neck.

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His own lightsaber appears in her path, blocking.

"But I'm not about to make this easy, love."

And he pushes.

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"I'd be disappointed if you did," she retorts, letting herself slide backwards gracefully, steadying herself.

And a single tongue of flame licks down onto his hair.

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He hisses in pain, but quickly appears behind her and away from the fire.

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Yeah, no, she spins, and fire spirals out from her, flooding the corridor.

She feints for his non-dominant side.

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The fire burns, but he can ignore it.

Instead of reacting to her movement he pushes again and presses forward with his own lightsaber.

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There's that vicious grin again as she pivots sideways around the force of the push and lashes out with flames and 'saber towards his extended arm.

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That gets a reaction.

But he manages to block the lightsaber with his own and finally begins his own offensive moves.

"That hurt."

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She dances backwards. "It was supposed to," she taunts.

Her movements are defensive, evasive, but in a very specific way, aimed to make him overextend, to give her openings, to wear out her opponent. Her flames provide her with cover as she moves.

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Unfortunately for her, his anger and pain make him stronger.

Volos decides to ignore the flames -- they can be healed -- and presses forward, giving her no cover.

He wants to see more of this ability. The lightsaber needs to go.

And Force Pulls her into the wall, hard.

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She swears as she can't evade that. But she's used to pain, used to using it. (Uses that more than anger.)

The angle she hits the wall, makes her hand spasm - enough that he could rip the lightsaber from her fingers with the Force, or physically if he's close enough.

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Her saber flies its way to his hand.

"It's a crutch, useless. Now, show me what you can do."

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She's not entirely going to argue. But the metal of her saber is red-hot, far hotter than it should be given it was just in her hand, far hotter than even this metal should allow.

The flames swirl around her, forming a vortex. It's not entirely clear whether she's in the eye of it, or whether the flames are actually touching her. She stalks forward, and-

And she pushes, but not with her flames, using the Force to force him back towards a wall.

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That's not going to work. Her Force push is blocked, easily, and a flickering of lightning arches out towards her. He ignores the lightsaber.

"We're playing with fire now, sweetheart. None of that."

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She evades the lightning easily. Tilts her head, preparing to-

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Disengage, girl, her master's voice raps out in her head. I require you to act as a distraction. (The implications behind 'distraction' are plain, the things he thinks she's good for, things that make her presence freeze and go blank.)

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She's still for a moment. I didn't go to the trouble of setting half of this base on fire to rescue you now, you pathetic worm. I hope he cuts your dick off.

She feels the surprised rage, the promise of what he'll do to her and-

And she screams her rage, the flames surging out from her burning whitehot and furious.

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Volos gives her room.

"Beautiful. Your hatred fuels your power. How would you like to see the main event?"

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"Screw you," she snarls. Stops.

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...she can use this. She doesn't want to die. She licks her lips.

"And what's your price?"

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"This power you have. I want you to teach it to me."

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She steps closer, the flames shifting to leave them in a circle of scorched metal. She's close enough that she can trail her fingers down his arm.

Her voice lowers, "That can't be all you want?"

(Underneath the more obviously projected eagerness, there's resignation and an acceptance that everyone is the same.)

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"I think you underestimate how desirable your power is, love."

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And he overestimates her ability to teach something that is so innate. And underestimates her cunning.

She flips the lightsaber out of his hand and retreats quickly. "Are you coming?" she asks, not quite turning her back on him.

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Volos smiles at her, amused.

"Kladeos knows how to entertain, I wouldn't miss it."

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