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[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Malsheem
Tag | Darth Carnifex

Despite the growing conflict within the confines of Sith controlled space, Adeline had continued to find herself enjoying fineries along with solo study into things unknown and normally forbidden by many. Many would call her a whole slew of things, crazy, disturbed, a wildcard that cannot be trusted... Even a monster. For the longest time even when she was a humble mercenary trying to claw her way out of poverty she had always taken offense to the looks... Oh did she get looks, hardly ever a good one at that. But now? Now she didn't care at all, it was better to be one's self rather than conform to the standards of others.

And so the reserved occultist cared less and less about the opinions of others, it was for that very reason she kept herself hidden away most of the time. Her master only ever seeing the woman rarely when she wasn't skulking about and or when he had called for her attention like earlier today at the meeting.

Many had their suspicions about her, why would someone skulk about? Well, little did many know it wasn't for any nefarious reason, she just simply hated social activity.

Her fingers feel over a jar, the inside of which harbored a bat-like creature that was preserved in a thick gelatinous material. Amber eyes study it with an intense focus as the sounds of a pen jotting down information on a paper could be heard in the surrounding area, which, said surrounding area had once been a storage closet. Adeline had molded it into a makeshift lab that was filled to the brim with all sorts of things, some of which were her own making.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"The degradation is accelerating."

The long-beaked avian mask looked from the holographic display to the exceptionally large individual seated upon the observation deck. Cold, analytical eyes stared at the man from behind green-tinted goggles, her unseen expression resembling one of annoyance rather than concern. Doctor Vain had routinely informed the Dark Lord about the continued and now rapid decline of His body, but the Tyrant had only gone to lengths to mitigate the degeneration rather than take any meaningful steps to prevent it.

As it so happened, the shriveled remains of His mitigation was sprawled across the floor. Doctor Vain didn't know where the girl had come from, most likely plucked from one of the many slave hauls that routinely graced the Malsheem's cargo bays, but the fact of the matter was that she was dead now. He'd drained her of vitality, withering her body from hale and healthy to downright skeletal in the blink of an eye. The stolen vitality may rejuvenate His body for the time being, but He'd need another one sooner rather than later; an at this stage that sooner was coming quicker and quicker.

"I understand," rumbled the Butcher King, sliding off of the table. He walked over to where His clothing had been neatly folded, redressing Himself in front of the Doctor without any sense of shame. She'd spent the better part of an hour analyzing every portion of His body, quite invasively at times, and she had become intimately familiar long ago. She viewed the procedure with simmering annoyance, as though the very act of breathing was inconvenient to the caf-addicted Doctor.

What annoyed her more, however, was the flippant dismissal of her prognosis. "I tell you again and again, Kaine, you're going to come to a point where reversal is impossible. Not even a fresh body will cut it, the affliction is spiritual in nature. It will erode and render any flesh you assume invalid. When that time comes, you better not have me thrown in your tomb alongside you. I won't stand for it." Few beings got away with referring to the Dark Lord by His given name to His face, but Doctor Vain was one of those rare priveleged. Even rarer were those that could speak so candidly, so brusquely, to Him.

"Until next time, Doctor." Darth Carnifex moved to the lab's door, exiting with only that meager farewell. Doctor Vain visibly huffed, her chest rising briefly before she expelled an extremely exasperated sigh. Then she turned back to other matters, ones that picked at her innate sense of curiosity and problem-solving. Being the genetic clone of Irajah Ven did have its perks, although unfortunately Doctor Vain was not the only one of her kind. She was reminded of this fact as Doctor Jain, her duplicate, burst in with a vigorous aplomb. It was only in these moments that Doctor Vain wished she could terminate her own life, only to be free of her twin's bombastic and bubbly attitude.

But He'd never let her off that easy, not for one who shared Irajah's face.

Darth Carnifex stalked the corridors of His worldcraft, moving like a wraith down each hall and junction. His shadow began to shift, rising up along the wall in rejection of the light around them, her mischievous grin widening with every step. "She's right you know," crooned the shadow's voice, "What are you going to do? You're falling apart bit by bit, and no amount of vitality can change that. I do hope your little scheme comes to fruition, I'd have for our parting to come so swiftly and abruptly."

"It will."

His shadow chuckled coyly, "Of course it will, love, of course it will." Then the shadow was silent, falling back into dutifully mirroring His movements. He continued on in silence, each footfall heralding His approach until He finally reached His destination. The door was quite unassuming, devoid of any meaningful ornamentation. Yet, He knew what lay beyond. With a wave of His hand the door opened, spilling the light of the corridor into the storage closet turned science laboratory.

"It's time, apprentice." Carnifex's words cut through all sound, "I will hone your skill with a blade."

Adeline Noctua ​

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Malsheem
Tag | Darth Carnifex

She had smelt his presence long before he had opened the door, along with feeling his force. Though the sudden burst of light into the room caused her to scrunch her face just a bit in frustration, the light beamed into her predatory amber eyes. They dilate as the adjustment happened, swiftly at least...

"Time?"

At first she had figured it to be something else, maybe something grand, but it was just standard training.

"Ah, I see... I must admit I am better with the force or my pistol rather than a blade, and yes I know the pistol is a bad habit... I am trying to cut it from my reactions, just hard after so many years, no?"

And so she stands, adjusting the frills on her dress before flipping some switches. It would seem that her past as Jackal still remained in many ways, with her skills regarding electronics and mechanical gadgets coming into play within this very room. Every bit of equipment within the room was self made, it had all been spliced into the power grid.

It took her a moment, eyeing her pistol... It had been an extension of her hand for so many years, taken so many lives as well. And yet she finally placed it down onto the table, it was time to learn other skills beyond what she knew.

Knowledge was indeed power, and lessons from the dark lord were of course expected to be painful but powerful ones, not that pain did much to the woman as much anymore, she could take stabs to the gut and push through it now.

"Do you wish for me to meet you in the training hall? Or are we to take the quicker solution?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"We will take the quicker solution."

The world around them melted away, a sensation that Adeline would've been familiar with by now. For all that He had revealed to her, and all that He had allowed her to research and study, He'd not yet divulged where He obtained His frightening power nor how to control it. Some secrets, it seemed, would always stay firmly within the Dark Lord's grasp. At least, those that were deemed too powerful to merely dole out to mere apprentices.

Still, He was teaching her some secrets, secrets that in her eyes appeared powerful. When the world began to return to normalcy, Adeline would find that they were in the Dark Lord's personal dojo; His own contained training stadium where He could hone His strengths and overcome His weaknesses. She had come to know this space, the distinct smell it possessed, and the faint echoes of power that clung to the walls from past sessions.

Carnifex unclipped the hilt at His hip and activated the crimson blade. "Take up your weapon, apprentice, and the lesson shall begin."

Adeline Noctua ​

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Malsheem
Tag | Darth Carnifex

Ya.. She had gotten used to it by now, no sickness at all. There had been a time where she tried to ask about it, but like smarter players you always try to keep the pawn one step behind if you can help it.

This place, this... Dojo. It smelt of sweat and dried blood, just a little teaser for today's hard lesson it seemed, and a sign of things to come as well. Hard lessons were ones Adeline prefered, you can treat a skill the same way as a bone... Break it, fracture it... It will come back stronger. Break yourself and soon you will come back from it, this was a lesson she already knew all too well from the very start of her life. It had always been hard, yet whereas once she scrounged through literal garbage in order to merely survive... The dark had allowed her to do far more than just survive, by now she was thriving in it.

Not many at the academy could have the connection that Adeline did with the dark, it cradled her in a sense. It had always been there, she just needed to use the pain in order to harvest the reward. You don't change things just by sitting around, you play smart hands and tough it out with what you have.

Now days she would look at her past and be glad, it set an example of what to expect and how to counter it. The once sickening feeling that carved into her guts when remembering it all... Now had been replaced with pride, the scars of the past a testament that says "I will survive"

And so with a simple nod, the apprentice takes out her saber and ignites the blade.

Her expression was as calm as always, amber eyes seeming to show no signs of panic despite the odds against her.

Adeline slowly circles around him, her stance was of course flawed in ways. It looked to be a very rough version of a hybrid stance, focusing on both attack and defence.

Soon her vampiric speeds come into play and she manages to take a light arcing slice down at his heel, despite the woman being in heels it would seem she knew how to maneuver herself in them with grace.

After her slice she quickly raises her stance, giving herself a quick opportunity for parries.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

She was an amateur, but that was to be expected.

In a distant memory, in a distant time, He was in the same exact position as her. He trained under multiple masters, academy instructors that encouraged His predatory nature. But none could compare to Darth Moridin, the first Emperor of a new age. Moridin had seen in Him things that others had missed, His true potential, and He'd taken Him under His wing. He nurtured an innate power, a darkness that had existed within Him for as long as He could remember; the same power that revealed itself to unburden Him of the shackles of mother and father.

He'd come a long way since then, Moridin had died many decades ago. The lessons remained.

His blade caught Adeline's before it came even close to touching Him, crimson crackling against crimson. She was fast, her vampiric power enhanced her every sense. But the Dark Lord was faster, His power was derived from the abyssal wellspring beyond space and time; the boundless Dark Side. She switched to the defensive after her probing strike, and Carnifex moved to meet her. He restrained Himself from committing to full lethality, but His strikes were still unforgiving and quick.

To try and categorize the Dark Lord's saber-form was folly, for He did not commit to any one form or style. Rather, He incorporated all known forms into a single hybridized style, making use of the aggressiveness of Ataru, the disciplined footwork of Makashi, and the unrelenting tenacity of Juyo in perfect harmonization. He struck from high, He struck from low, He thrust His blade forward in a fierce piercing motion. Each strike carried with it incredible power, enough to knock Adeline's saber from her hands if she couldn't maintain her grip.

"Follow your instincts, how do you defeat a physically superior opponent?"

Adeline Noctua ​

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Malsheem
Tag | Darth Carnifex

She grits her teeth as he committed to several well placed and heavy strikes, while she did keep a firm grip on her hilt... Adeline would let the blade flow against her own, using her grace to spin on her heels in tight turns. This allowed her continue to conserve her stamina much longer instead of forcibly blocking and sending his blade back. His thrust would be mostly dodged, yet it the main intent wasn't to fully escape the jab to begin with. Instead, the apprentice allows it to graze into her side. Yet, as the sizzling of her flesh could be heard, she herself took the opportunity to take a jab right at his kidney area in a swift poke in order to trade blows in a far more favorable manner.

The pain from the blow seemed to not faze the woman as she took a step back.

"I outwit them, or pick at them until their energy runs dry... Then I go all in, quickly ending it then and there."

Her amber eyes quickly glance down to his lower abdomen, checking if her strike had indeed landed. If it did then she would then have a timer to go off of, a brutalized kidney was never a fun time... Even with a strike from a saber it would only take maybe five minutes max before the internal bleeding either killed the target or made them too drained to fight.

After giving the spot she had just tried to strike a lookover, her eyes go back up to his.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Blades flashed, flesh sizzled.

Carnifex did not need to look down to know where He had been struck, though He could not feel the pain. The flesh bubbled with heat from where the blade had sunk into, the wound near instantly cauterizing from the sheer heat of the weapon that caused it. But already, the heat began to dissipate, and the wound began to shift like clay as muscle reformed and skin reknit. All that remained to mark the wound was a silver scar, distinct against the olive skin of the Dark Lord.

"Very good, apprentice."

The Dark Lord suddenly rushed forward, His speed quite exhilarating. His blade slashed in a wild and random pattern, coming from every angle at varying degrees of power. No two strikes hit the same, nor did they come from the same direction. The objective of these attacks did not lay with Adeline's center of mass, but seemed to come for all of her limbs. Any one blow would be enough to hew through them, and there were dozens and dozens raining down upon her.

"A Sith draws upon their hatred for strength. Hatred of the enemy, and hatred for the indignities they may inflict upon you. When your adversary cuts into you, you draw upon the pain of the wound to invigorate your hatred for them. A Sith endures no matter the pain, no matter the loss. Your limbs can be replaced, your entire body can be transformed, but your hatred is eternal. Ensure that it is everlasting."

Adeline Noctua ​

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Malsheem
Tag | Darth Carnifex

Eyes widen as... The wound just closed up? Was there even any internal bleeding like there should be? This... Was going to be a harder lesson for sure.

She turns on a heel, managing to do the same sliding technique as before. Seeming to dance with the movement of the blade, a moment of anger flows out of the woman as she takes the opportunity to try and kick a heel right in the shin. If this did land it would be with full force, well over five thousand pounds of raw leg strength. Such a blow would destroy the leg, sending any person onto the floor in a heavily crippled state.

Yet, despite her opportunity... It gave the same to her master, his blade carved right into her left arm halfway before she reacted. Sickening smelling blood that was black as night leaked out from the woman, the wound was at least mostly shut by the blade... The rest by her highblood which stitched it closed instantly. His eyes could see as her afflicted vampiric flesh struggled to shut the carving, strands of flesh slinking out and attaching from one side to the other.

Adeline growls at him in anger, starting to mimic his own wild and random swings with her own, red embers clashing off their blades as she applied her own supernatural force on him. All she could think about was what she went through, and the days of pain. It causes her to go into a wild force rage, losing parts of her past finesse in favor of animalistic strikes of hatred.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"That's it, release your anger."

Sparks flew as the blades clashed, again and again, showering the entire dojo in glimmering cascades. The blow to the Dark Lord's leg caused the entire limb to bend in on itself, a sickening crunch ringing out through the air as the leg snapped in the wrong direction. Yet, like the wound before, the leg sharply snapped back into position and began to rapidly regenerate. More than simple accelerated regeneration was at work here, for the Dark Side fueled and sustained the Dark Lord's body in a manner beyond anything Adeline might have seen before.

Without changing expression, Carnifex pressed forward. His blade moved quicker and quicker with each slash, becoming a blur, and then almost imperceptible. As they continued to trade blow after blow, Adeline's discipline drained away. She gave fully into her anger, allowing it to inform her actions until they were little more than animalistic outbursts. In contrast, the Dark Lord maintained His rage, channeling it through every action He took. Above all, He remained focused and centered, never allowing the hatred that burned within Him to cloud His perception.

So, when He bashed aside one of Adeline's wild swings, He did not hesitate. His blade dipped down, swinging quickly from left to right, passing just above the kneecap of one leg before the blade's momentum took it through the other. Without stable balance, Adeline would find herself susceptible to the Dark Lord thrusting out with the Force to knock her right on her back. With the duel practically over, Carnifex relaxed His muscles and deactivated His lightsaber.

"Do you know where you faltered?"

Adeline Noctua ​

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Malsheem
Tag | Darth Carnifex

Her vampiric reflexes were enough to keep up with his movements for the most part, though in her anger it steadily became clouded... Soon her crimson blade is knocked to the side, too late to recover.. And within a blink of an eye she had lost. Which was expected of course, but it still tasted bitter.

Adeline fell onto her rear, her blade turning off as she grit her teeth in anger. It hurt like hell to get her legs cut off, but she had to pick herself up and learn from this. Taking the legs and placing them back on the cut areas, soon rubbing bacta into the area.

"My folly was that I gave in to the anger instead of using it like a tool... I can't fling the blade like a set of beastly claws at someone."

She huffs, eyeing her legs before gazing off to the side.

"Could have swung just a bit lower, no? Part of my dress was cut, a tragedy."

Adeline jokes before sighing a bit.

"I don't think I can continue training for now... For obvious reasons, soon though my legs should be fixed up."

If one were to take a peak, they would see pale flesh trying to reassemble itself.

"Your healing is impressive, both attacks I did land would have normally put someone out of a fight instantly."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"I spent many decades perfecting myself. This flesh is but a vessel for power, my power."

Clipping His saber back to His side, the Dark Lord reached down to grab Adeline's hand and lift her effortlessly up into the air by the wrist. This brought her eye-level with the Dark Lord, a position rarely afforded to anyone of stature that was dwarfed by His own. His eyes bore deep into hers, those same piercing molten halos that had so ruthlessly scrutinized every aspect of her being when they first met so long ago. Even now, they still appeared to look straight through her.

Wordlessly, He walked over to the nearest wall. At His approach, a metal slab extended from the wall, which Adeline was placed down on. "We shall allow your legs to rejuvenate, then we'll pick up the lesson again." Carnifex then turned His back to Adeline, walking to the center of the dojo, and lowering down into a sitting position. Many might not have expected a Dark Lord of the Sith to engage in meditation, but Carnifex had made great use of it in recent years.

Meditation allowed Him to center His mind, body, and spirit, and balance out the leylines of His body. This helped in keeping the degeneration down to a minimum, although it never truly went away. Calling on the Dark Side caused it to accelerate, as it had been doing recently. He estimated that He'd require another transfusion of vitality in the next hour or so, to not let it slip any further. Only a small handful knew of the Dark Lord's affliction, all who could be trusted with this information.

The galaxy at large did not realize, perhaps couldn't even fathom the truth.

Darth Carnifex was dying.

Adeline Noctua ​

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Malsheem
Tag | Darth Carnifex

It would be the first time she had been at an eye level with the man, her own amber eyes gazed back as she took her over to the slab. There she would sit, letting the bacta quicken her own supernatural regeneration. Bone and flesh stitched back together as she watched him meditate, she had said nothing in response to his verification that the training was to continue as soon as she healed up.

Adeline had meditated many times before within her own room at the academy, so the sight of seeing her master do it wasn't odd at all. Though she had squinted, wondering about the meditation...

Soon she can feel her own toes moving once again, allowing her to hop down from the slab and adjust her dress. It felt good to be back on her own two legs, but now it was time to mess them up yet again! This time she needed to focus more, what if- Hmm.. Why was the idea of pain so exhilarating? If anything it felt therapeutic, as if it was a solid answer to what she did wrong.

And so, now shimmering with a flicker of morid passion, his apprentice takes up arms once again.

"Round two, when you are ready."

Adeline snickers as her blade is ignited once again, it was time to feel pain again.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The wait was not long, longer than it would have for the Dark Lord to recover from such an injury, but quicker than most others. His eyes opened, shimmering molten copper peering out from within an ocean of darkness to look directly at Adeline.

"So be it."

A heartbeat, and the Dark Lord vanished. His departure was so sudden, so complete, that there was a brief vacuum where no light existed where He once was. The light quickly filled the emptiness as quickly as He'd disappeared, but that brief interim was still noticeable.

The next sound Adeline would hear, was the heavy thud of a boot slamming down on the slab behind her. Carnifex was there, lightsaber ignited, swinging down in a decapitating motion directly at the back of her neck. The implication was clear, if she was too slow to react, she'd lose her head rather than her legs.

Adeline Noctua ​

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Malsheem
Tag | Darth Carnifex

From what she knew about her master, he held an amazing ability to control and manipulate shadows... Was this him vanishing into a shadow? Her nose normally could pick up even the faintest of smells... Yet nothing was there, even her keen ears didn't pick up anything.

This had to be a test of her greater ability, that of the force itself, it was do or die.

And so the woman took a moment to allow darkness to blanket her in its cold touch, it was just enough focus to know he was still around... And close.

Such feelings would be proven correct as the slam of his massive boot was heard, using a free hand and her reaction speeds, the Sangnir was able to block his blade with her claws... Surprisingly the saber could not slice the claws as it was knocked off. It would be too slow to strike back with her own blade, so in a moment of quick thinking and improv her leg would kick back right into his right thigh. If said kick landed the heel would puncture right into the flesh, the rest of the shoe and power crushing the femur. Adeline slips her foot out of the shoe quickly as she turned to face him head on, his blow was one to kill, oh my the exhilaration of feeling death's scythe! It only excites the woman further as she was truly understanding another of her delicious passions, risk and pain.

She would prod at his guard, steadily learning how to mimic his movement in order to keep a hybrid of offense and defense. In a gamble, she slashes in an arc at his upper chest using one hand while the other hand with extended claws tries to sneakily jab right into his lower guts using the slash of the saber as a distraction.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Good, she was learning.

Her claws blocked His strike, blunting the momentum and causing the blade to bounced off to the side. She then kicked Him in the thigh, the strength behind the blow enough to puncture and crack the femur. When she pulled her foot free, the boot remained behind; lodged in the Dark Lord's flesh. With a twist of the Force, He ripped it free and tossed it aside. Already, the wound was beginning to mend back, new cells rapidly growing to replace the old. Where there was once an open wound was now a patch of silver tissue, like a piece of fabric sewn into another.

Then they were back to dueling, blades clashing as they danced across the dojo. She was beginning to mimic His technique, learning from what she'd already experienced to try and fight on more even footing. To that, the Dark Lord switched His style up completely; adopting a more precise and meticulous fencing stance. His blade would aim to cut into her hands and forearms, severing them if at all possible, rather than going for strong and heavy attacks at her torso as before.

She struck out during this transition, aiming to carve a groove into His chest with her blade. He stopped it with His own, the beams of plasma crackling as they connected. She paired this attack with another, a claw aimed for His gut, but His other hand snapped out like a viper to coil His fingers around her wrist. With His own immense physical strength, He'd attempt to lift Adeline off the ground and throw her back down violently.

Adeline Noctua ​

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Malsheem
Tag | Darth Carnifex

Switch up after switch up, she was glad to get training from him... Failure to adapt and learn meant death after all, thus it only produced the finest of subjects. Her amber eyes flick down at the sensation of his hand managing to catch her wrist... Close, but now she had more problems. It was good for her that she had her own intense strength just as he, a strength that rivaled even the strongest of mortals.

Arcs fly as their blades pressed up against one another, and she only fought back against his grip upon her wrist just to play the act... She wanted him to pull her up, and once she was there? Her other heel would go for a kick right into his chest, aimed at the heart of all places. If the hit did land, she would kick with as much force as she could, driving the heel deep into his flesh and bone. The uppermost ribs woud be crushed, bones stabbing into the deepest and juiciest organs as the bone concaved. With luck the sheer impact would crush the heart into a paste, it was a tough gamble, but one she was sure of wining. His hands were busy, allowing her shorter stature the ample room to kick as much as she pleased.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

He had her in His grasp, fingers coiled tightly around her wrist. She lashed out, ready to kick Him once more; this time straight through His heart. Like before, this would have broken through His skin and muscle, pulverizing the organ. But this time, something different happened. As her leg thrust out to strike Him, a shadow swam across the front of the Dark Lord's broad chest.

And a hand, wreathed in shadow, reached out to catch her leg by the ankle. The grip was as strong as Carnifex's, even though the limb itself appeared phantasmal.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, little morsel."

The feminine voice emanated from the shadow, which morphed into a simplified visage of a woman's face jutting out from Carnifex's chest. "A third time? How predictable. Why He was letting you get away with this is beyond me. I think He's getting a bit daft in His old age." The voice laughed, and the face mirrored the action. Then, in a heartbeat, the shadowy arm attempted to wrench Adeline's leg up, bending it back in the wrong direction in an attempt to completely break it. It carried the same tremendous strength of the Dark Lord.

Regardless of if this was successful or not, Carnifex would nonetheless attempt to throw Adeline down onto the floor.

Adeline Noctua ​

 

[Adeline Noctua]

Equipment | In Bio
Location | Malsheem
Tag | Darth Carnifex

The shade had for sure caught her off guard as it grabbed her leg, in a panic she continues to keep his saber at bay. Though the words of the shadowy figure started to anger the vampiric woman, this was a test of blades and claws... What else was she to do while risen to such a perfect spot? And what was he supposed to do? Not like his arms were free, nor legs. No, the only solution would be using the force. As far as she knew that was not part of the training, and so the sudden arrival of this... queen.

It had called her a "Little morsel", how disrespectful. That single insult had driven the pale woman into a violent fit, her icey attitude turned red hot. Though unlike last time she had learned, use the rage for power and channel it into focus. The shade would manage to get enough of a firm grip on her leg in order to snap it back, the broken and sharp bone pointing out as her porcelain flesh was once again broken and bleeding a tainted substance. Before she is thrown down, Adeline would attempt to stab right into his saber arm using her very own pointed bone that the shade had snapped open.

The attack had been a quick one, followed by her sharp claws making sure to try and slice up his other hand as he tossed her.

Her body slammed into the training room floor, thanks to her adrenaline she is able to squirm back. Attempting to stand and simply adjust her leg right back into place... But the unexpected happened. As her right sclera turned black, it leaked an unknown liquid as dark as the void. Seemingly no smell, it was not blood.

A hand made of the same substance sprouts out from her broken leg, clasping the broken parts together to serve as a temporary 'ducktape' to the problem. Thanks to this she is able to stand upright, her healing taking effect.

With the thrill of rage and pain pumping into her system by now, her saber is once again lifted in defiance. After this she was going to need to eat... Badly.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Black blood dripped down onto the padded floor, congealing into jelly-like clumps before rapidly crystalizing. The wounds upon the Dark Lord's hand and arm rapidly healed, as had the other injuries He'd suffered over the course of this spar. Heat rose up from where His blood had fallen, wisps of smoke faintly visible against the light. The Shadow, which had first protected the Dark Lord from injury, shrank down across His body until it again stretched over the floor.

Carnifex angled the tip of His lightsaber towards Adeline, both of them illuminated by the harsh red glow of their weapons. "Very curious," His voice radiated out across the room, boisterous and deafening. "That you might also possess a living shadow; though quite dissimilar from mine." His blade dipped down, the tip now grazing against the dojo floor and causing a puddle of fire and molten steel to coagulate beneath it. Smoke billowed up in a thick plume where the blade met the floor.

"Let us see how well it serves thee."

He suddenly swung His blade up, sending a thick cloud of ash, sparks, and molten pieces of metal towards Adeline. The temperature of the air rose precipitously as the hot cloud approached, and its widespread nature briefly shielded the Dark Lord from view.

Only to appear a moment later to Adeline's right, lightsaber swinging to sever her head from her neck.

Adeline Noctua ​