There were many things that angered the young Sith, Ballen-Ist. Having grown up on the planet Korriban, he was aggressive naturally, attacking others for the simplest of things. The boy's mind was also at fault for this, for it had the tendency to race through significant old memories, and recent ones at all times. It was like a rollercoaster that never gained momentum from big drops, simply being powered on it's own. It was a hard to live with, but Ballen-Ist got a long with it. The things that angered him the most were always on his mind, plaguing his being like a deadly sickness.
Ballen-Ist had studied much on the sith world of Korriban, it's ancient ruins and secrets having much to offer. So did his species' elders, the old Sith's being a plethora of information. Fear, hate and pain were used to call upon the dark side, specifically for this technique. It had many names, though the teen preferred Dark Rage. Slowly but surely, the boy's chest would begin to rise and lower, his breathing having sped up incredibly. It was rather heavy and fast, almost obvious that the boy was attempting to hold his anger at bay.
One that was attuned to the dark side would notice it clinging to the pure blood's very being, almost leaking out of his body. After all, it was in his blood. A dark aura would surround Ballen-Ist's physique, wavering and altering his surroundings. Everything was red, all he could see was red. It was the manifestation of his rage, it having built up within him for so long, blinding him to the outside world. Years as a child on Korriban had taught Ballen-Ist pain, it almost being like a second language to him.
The training he had to endure on the savage planet was incredible, the beasts always managing to inflict some sort of wound. Then there were the other Sith, their methods being similiar to his own. They would strike at him given the chance, they having been fearful of the superiority he apparently eminated. The way Ballen-Ist lived did not attract many, the boy not having a very good notion of the word friend. He was lonely. It was painful for his heart, though this would not show do to him being Sith. Next on the list was fear.
The boy had many fears, his greatest being [member="Maleus"]' progression. It had threatened him from the beginning, ever since he brought the wounded Zabrak to the training session with Darth Ferus. Even now, the older Zabrak spoke condescendingly to Ballen-Ist, warning him of death, and insanity. Such things were beyond him. Right? At this point, the pure blood's breathing had sped up dramatically, as if he were to explode. And explode he would. Last but not least, was hate.
It was funny, for the thing that Ballen-Ist hated was the current situation he was in...Everything that had been racing through his mind at this point contained a rather high level of hate, it all being directed at the people he had worked with, or against. The boy hated the creatures that attacked him, he hated the Sith Lord Zabrak that taunted him during their training, but most of all, he hated Maleus. The black aura that surrounded and represented the dark side around the young Sith had become a visible red, leaking from his essence like steam caused by his boiling blood.
Slowly, the teen's neck would crane, giving him a good view of the Zabrak acolyte who stood near him. A demented face possesed by all negative emotions would stare at Maleus, offering him no mercy as his body rotated as well. Shooting forward, the young Sith's speed would be enhanced, allowing him to travel quickly infront of the Zabrak, his arm already having swung to attempt a powerful blow at the man's stomach. If it were to land, he would find that the boy's strength was supernatural as well, most of his physical traits having been powered by the dark side. The attack would not end their, for the barrage would continue, the pure blood aiming to force Maleus against the wall while he was lost in rage.
So many thoughts raced in and out of the boy's mind, it was hard to even concentrate on them. The rage he had stored up was so plentiful that he vbasically could not control it. There were many things he noticed in his life that enraged him, it was simply a habit he had. Even after stabbing himself like a coward, Maleus still had been rewarded, gaining another saber and most likely special privileges and training with Ferus. Ferus also angered him, the man's Sith teaching and methods being painfully obvious. Though, that was the way of the Sith, seeing as the apprentice usually had no other choice. Ballen-Ist had no other choice. This also enraged his mind, causing it to become lost temporarily within the dark well of the dark side force he possessed. No mercy would be shown to Maleus, for Ballen-Ist was gone.
The angry, powerful strikes that the young pure blood aimed to rain down upon his true enemy would be non-stop, the notion of restraint being rather foreign to the boy at this point. His trained physique would advance on the Zabrak, his calculated, yet mindless strikes offering a challenge.
