The Half-Nagai's instincts kicked straight into action. She wasn't going to hesitate in attacking. Her entire upbringing was related to fighting. Learning how to battle, deal with threats. She had never dealt with something like the Smoke Demon before, but Syala was sure that she'd be able to kill in. Sofiel wanted to see how she could fight. This was a test, not an execution. She was confident in her own skill and abilities, she wasn't going to die to some dark side creature. The saber shot straight up into her hand, twirling the hilt before igniting a single blade for now, kicking herself off into a dash towards the creature.
There were possibly a few different fears the Demon could have taken the form of. Her deceased master revived from the dead, her mother or even herself. Each one was something that she wasn't the most...fond of fighting. But she'd push herself through it. This was her chance to try and prove to herself. That she wasn't as weak as people might think. She might not be talented in Dark Side powers, but she was confident in her physical abilities. She had practiced this dozens of times before and now it was time to put them into action.
She threw herself into the Demon, using one of the few styles she actually knew. Ataru. Calling upon the Force to help enhance her leaping ability as she literally leaped directly at the Demon. Though instead of just swinging out at the Demon like she normally would, the Half-Nagai focused. Her anger, her rage and her hatred of being left behind building behind her strike as she tried to lash out with the built up negative emotions. It was possible her saber would just go straight through the smoke, but she'd keep at it. Over and over again.
Sofiel