The man in front continued to walk forward and for a mere second she swore she saw her life being flashed before her eyes, but it was something she was acustomed back when she used to be something. The thought made no difference to her now, the man was mumbling, speaking quickly and seemingly arguing with himself. She felt her body suddenly regain movement and feeling but she dared not to rush away.

Her palms were sweating and the scent of the cigarette being put out by a damp ground allowed her to remember what she had just seen and what she had just heard. As quick as one bodily movement could she grabbed the sleek silver handle of her weapon of choice, a lightsaber that she had recently traded with a bounty hunter looking for some goods.

The light burned on the side of her face, a deep red color lighting up the darkness that surrounded her. She gritted her teeth and snarled slightly, the strength, and urge, to fight coming back to her like a lost memory.

"Feel good?" Her tone was low and serious and for a second she thought she saw a hint of joy in his eyes for her urge to fight back when all the others ran around screaming for help.

"It'll feel real good..." She finally took a step forward with a slight smirk at her old self. "when I strike you dead and watch you fall to the ground beside your ugly piece of work."