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    Her own pain that she had unleashed as a torrent of carnage and despair intertwined with the fierce anguish that plagued her opponent. Darth Mokosh bathed into it, reminiscing of the path she had embarked upon following her world turning to ashes. She had been a dark phoenix resurrecting into a deadlier predator. Smarter, stronger, she had never regretted taking the turn she had fallen head first into. The pain was still searing and a potent reminder of what being Sith meant, and she held it deep as a true gem of power.

    And then acute perception and command collapsed into a single decision. She felt it, and it fueled her own pain. There was more than Anxia’s pain that lashed at her. The other woman was pregnant. She felt the glimpse of growing life. She lowered her own arm, a millisecond after Anxia fell to the ground. The split instant before Callidus told her to stop; she had made the same decision. Mokosh would go to the most vicious and bloody length to achieve her goals, but she would not harm a growing life. If things had been different, she would have maimed her opponent and carrier of life, but she would not harm the fetus.

    She returned to a stoic stance, bowing her head to Callidus’s praise as he stood by the other woman’s side. She kept her understanding to herself.

    Blue eyes remained on the other Sith, awaiting whatever may come next.
    Last edited by Baska Tankreyd; Apr 2nd, 2021 at 11:18:13 AM.

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    The anguish did not abate right away. It disoriented Anxia, but in that moment there was simply nothing she could do about it.

    And she hated it.

    Weak. Pathetic.

    Tremors still rocked through her, each one carrying, contained in it's shiver, a fresh wave of unpleasant sensation. Paranoia most prevalent among them now. She sensed her master close, but with the foreign influence of the other Sith still fresh in her mind, she couldn't say what his intentions were. Fear taunted her telling her to prepare herself, she had just quite neatly been replaced with a superior apprentice. Maybe her bones would be found at the bottom of a cliff too?

    Her stomach soured, gloved fingertips clawed through the dirt and grime, forcing herself to get it together. If she were going to be replaced, he'd have let Baska finish her off, surely. No. Had he stopped her...? Or had Baska stopped herself? Right now, she couldn't be sure of anything.

    Her unsteady form arranged itself into a less ignoble position, though she did not rise.
    Last edited by Darth Anxia; Apr 23rd, 2018 at 09:46:03 PM.

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