Cal pouted relentlessly, leading into the meditation rooms. He sluggishly put on the mask, his muscles tensed as he ploughed the wall with his fist. Greeting the pain with continuous grunts. He pulled away, activating the blade of his lightsaber. He spinned the weapon in angles he had never considered before, using the blade rapidly and violently with speed, efficiency and confidence he had never truly felt before. Ever moment followed with more heaves and grunts. Anger bursting from him, a dark aura enveloped the whole of the room. Slashing violently everywhere, no targets at all. He used his imagination, creating the illusion of the mercs that had tried to take Felicia from him, he maliciously cut them down again and again in his mind. Every time in more brutal than the last. His mind refocusing to her words. "Is that all you can think about? Your scars?" In a fit of rage, he deactivated the saber by throwing it to the ground. It bounced and throttled through the air and landed near the edge of the room with a powerful clunk.
He felt like an out of control child, biting down in his lip in spite he brought his hands to his face. Clenching air, he roared in frustration. The mask was meant to keep the beast inside. Not let it out, he fell hard against the opposite wall of room from where the saber had landed. Looking up to the ceiling, searching for a sign of peace, an exit. But it was to no avail, he was ALONE. He slid down the wall, lowering his head. Basking himself in pity and remorse. He brought force his hand, clenching the mask in the palm of his hand. He bathed in his anger, and with that brought eternal suffering and confusion.
@[member="Felicia Tannul"]
