Private There's No Room For Fear In This Order

[Vazz]

"An efficient one."

His eyes narrowed further as he turned his gaze from Makko to the Acolyte. Narrowed in anger. Frustration. She was meant to be a distraction, a tool, but now she was speaking out against him? He was going to have to make an example out of her. Surprise was no longer on his side, though. The fear and panic around him would have to be enough.

He slipped back from Makko as they disengaged, weaving between the horrified civilians as a shield.

"Not efficient enough, it seems."

Makko Vyres | Saahar

 

[Saahar]

Vazz's eyes cut like razors. Beady, red and full of something destructive. A gaze which would undoubtedly translate into some form of punishment on her end later. Not that she didn't deserve it. Her stupidity was unapologetic and frankly unmatched.

Why the hell had she helped a Jedi of all people?

For a moment Saahar was locked firmly in place, unable to conjure up a response as she watched the exchange. Vazz wasn't happy. Obviously. The only thing she could do to save her skin now was to fall in line and be of some sort of assistance. But watching Vazz treat the surrounding crowd as dispensable test dummies suddenly made that solution very... unappetizing.

"You're outnumbered." She leveled at Makko, trying to inject as much composure of humanly possible. Straightening, she kept her lightsaber by her hip and stared him down. A reminder she was a threat, just not an active one, "How long are you planning on delaying the inevitable? You're just toying with lives at this point." Her head canted towards Vazz as he weaved through civilians, clearly baiting Makko into making one wrong move. The more Makko resisted the more blood Vazz would shed. Somewhere in the back of her mind it disgusted her.

Makko Vyres Vazz

 

[Makko Vyres]

"Not efficient enough, it seems."

"Yeah, sorry to disappoint," Makko hissed.

He had flowed around his centre of balance, trying not to give the sith an opening. They had already raced back into the crowd.

"You're outnumbered."

"Yeah I can count," Makko growled. If she was going to stay there and taunt him, then all the better.

He might have been toying with lives but what was the alternative, he thought to himself. He couldn't leave the civilians to the pair of sith, nor let them go and cause more misery elsewhere.

Makko growled in frustration and headed into the crowd after the first sith. He wished he'd been allowed to bring his armour.

 

[Vazz]

"Is he out numbered, though?"

Vazz's annoyed expression turned to a grin as he instead stayed within the crowd. He didn't lash out at them this time, didn't dare. They were a shield for certain. How many could he cut down before the Jedi felt like he needed to act regardless?

It wasn't a number he was going to test. Asides, he spread out. A duplicate, an illusion, skirting between just as his own form did. Several of him, just skirting around between the civilians that hadn't broken free of his twisted delusions. And, around Sahaar. Specifically around her. He made her look like him, sound like him. It was a more difficult thing to do, but it was a punishment worthy of her speaking out.

She would end up a target for him now, and not one he could overlook.

Saahar | Makko Vyres

 

[Saahar]

If not for the nature of the situation she might’ve found it in her to let out an exasperated sigh. She couldn't manage to please anyone could she?

Against her better judgment, she whipped her head around as Vazz did… whatever the feth he was doing. Suddenly there were multiple of him, fanning out like a barbed wire fence around her. Not good. Definitely not good.

“What the feth are you doing?”

She froze. That wasn’t her voice.

A moment later Vazz’s own horrified face would search him out in a sea of duplicates. It quickly shifted to anger. Being raised Sith, it was the one emotion she’d always been taught to turn to.

Vazz Makko Vyres

 

[Makko Vyres]

Saahar Vazz

Makko fell silent. His concentration went into immersing himself in the Force.

He couldn't trust his eyes. The Sith was able to manipulate what he could see. Panicked people rushed in all directions, but they had to sense to be dispersing away from the clash of lightsabers.

Makko struggled with telekinesis and directly affecting the physical world. but he had always had an instinctive grasp of sensing living creatures and their feelings through the Force.

In the Force, there was one bright light connected to one of the images of the canine sith. Makko lunged forwards, planting his feet and swinging his saber and hoping to catch them off guard.

Unfortunately, it was the unwitting Saahar who came under attack.

 

[Vazz]

He'd taken the bait.

So Vazz was practically obligated to strike. He blitzed through the crowd, his lightsaber burning to life as he brought it around for Makko's back just as he struck for Saahar. Just as he let the illusion drop. Confusion was another good tactic to have, perhaps the sudden face of a frightened girl might catch the Jedi off guard.

Makko Vyres | Saahar