Yes - Vega could feel it; the hate, the anger, the power growing within his physique. She could feel it all burning inside him. If she wasn't familiar with the force herself, she would have been overwhelmed by it. The dark arts of the force were powerful. Too powerful for any lesser individual to bare. They'd never be set free by her glory, only enslaved by it.
Vega remained exactly where she was until the time was right. She could feel his being shifting in the dust, drawing closer as the.ignition of the 'Saber alerted her senses. The generated heat warmed her scorched flesh. A feeling she'd never forget. Once she felt and heard the blade hurling through the dust, Vega motioned her wrist clockwise, summing the luminous blade of her own weapon to clash with his own. That one clash from both parties was enough to purify the air of the dust, giving them both a sight of one another now purple hues were free from burnt lids. Vega smiled, keeping her weapon pressed against his. She leant against her weapon to pressurise the fellow Sith to step back one foot at a time. This was what she needed. At least a fraction of it.
“I sense hatred in your heart, [member="Dar Moraal"]. It gives you this strength to challenge me. But I also sense it clouds your judgement. Perhaps bring back a memory which carries pain. We can learn from one another, fellow Sith. Through this conflict we can learn from our mistakes. A mistake such as lowering your defenses-” Vega left no time for a response once her words were exhaled. With her free arm, she slammed it forward, using an outburst summoned by the arts of the force to push back the Sith before her. From there her weapon danced before her being, swinging from side to side as her fingers burned with lightning converted into the swinging weapon. That way she could hurl the lightning with every motion of her weapon, electrifying the one dust-filled air which clouded their sight.