Emotional? Check. Easily angered? Checked. Irrational? Most definitely.
In all seriousness, this was the kind of reactions she was invoking. There were those who played along, those who trapped her in little mind prisons, and well, there was Valdra, insisting upon her calling him Lord. And after his little outburst in Raven’s training session, and his little outburst here after she merely teased him a little bit, Sitara simply shook his head.
This Sith ‘Lord’ was but a child.
A child who demanded respect instead of earning it. A child who thought he could get exactly what he wanted by throwing his little tantrums. He had no emotional control, and with the twenty kunai aimed at her, she could see exactly why.
And how did he last in the republic for so long? This is what happened when you pent up your emotions.
He had no patience, that was one thing they couldn’t seem to teach him. Was he going to learn it here? No, he was a brat. Sitara may have been the student here, but she wasn’t going to succumb to his little ploys. Would he teacher a thing or two? As the kunai scraped her skin, sure. She was going to have to find her way out of this little mess somehow.
“You’re the one who looks angry, Valdra.”
Of course she was provoking him even more, and as the kunai turned around leaving small gashes on her, she simply sighed. She’s been burnt, electrocuted, tied up, and those were simply things she did for sex. Was Valdra’s little game a kink of his? Did he get mad like Ali did when she didn’t get what she want. He lashed out, just as she was doing now.
Concentrate.
It was hard with all these little points poking her, but soon enough she felt it. It blew past her. The dust particles were floating in the wind till she could see a visible stream. If she could just pick up on it. If she could just…
There.
And how could she get rid of a whirlwind? The eye of the whirlwind grew bigger as she fed it. If he wanted to play games, she would definitely play. She was safe in the eye, though she was bleeding. Hell, that didn’t mean too much for her. This was spinning, spinning too fast for her to get a grip on it, though she could feel the winds surrounding it enter as she fed it. It was easier to feed the whirlwind since it was already accelerating.
Now if she could just launch the kunai.
The kunai spun towards the top of the small tornado, randomly shooting out from different directions. If this fether wanted to put her under pressure, so be it.
He wasn’t gonna win her respect.
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