The Sith looked directly at [member="Calico Tal'Verda"] , tilting his head. The clone had given up? So soon? Then he looked at [member="Keziah Denko"], and her attack. The rock slammed into his chest, followed by the saber. In truth he took the attacks, curious on what the young padawan could do. The saber removed one of the machines arm, sending it flying to the side. More clicking sounded out, but not of pain. No, this Sith had outgrown pain. Hate was all he needed, pain served no purpose. He stopped the lightning, going over to retrieve his fallen arm. The clicking intensified, and his masked face looked to the two.
"... Fear ..."
The Sith then faded back into the darkness, leaving the two to what ever it was they were going to do now. The Sith had his fun, had his initial investigation of his would be foes. If these were the people that interrupted his initial attempts at breaking the population, he needed to find better mercenaries. Ah well.