Lexa's theif was sitting at a sabac table, getting ready to gamble away her credits. HER credits. Lexa came up behind him. Her eyes glowed bright yellow as she glared at him. "And just what do you think you're doing with my credits?" She said to him, menace flaring in her voice. The man turned around, smiling at her form. "Hey there, gorgeous. You betting for me?" Lexa grabbed him by his shirt collar, pulling him out of his seat and off of the ground. "Give me my credits now, and I'll let you live." As she said this, the man's shirt began smoking where her hand held it. He looked at her like she was crazy. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about..." Lexa glowered at him. She dragged him out the back of the cantina and threw him against the wall of the building. "I SAID, give me my credits," She snarled. In the darkness, her eyes shone a bright whitish yellow. Frightened, the man fished through his pockets and threw the credits at her feet. She smiled darkly. "Thank you," She said. Then, she ignited her fist, and threw a fireball at him. He became nothing more than cinders in less than one minute. Picking up her credits, Lexa looked down at the pile of ash. "I gave you a chance to live. I don't give second chances..."
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