ROTS/Vader: Night Beckons Dusk

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You chuckle darkly. "Have I outpaced you too often for your liking, Serra? Perhaps if you hadn't held yourself back so much to put on a calm face for your master..." Her brow knits at your words. ''She's too easy.'' "Maybe then you wouldn't feel envious now."
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You chuckle darkly, the barely-tamed intensity of her emotions warming you like sunlight. "Have I outpaced you too often for your liking, Serra? Perhaps if you hadn't held yourself back so much to put on a calm face for your master..." Her brow knits at your words. ''She's too easy.'' "Maybe then you wouldn't feel envious now."
"I don't envy your fall, Anakin; I pity it."
"I don't envy your fall, Anakin; I pity it."
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"You hate it. I can see it. I can feel it pouring off you. You always were a fountain of emotions, Serra, but it's all the easier for me to see now. Behind that hate, propelling it, is envy. And behind that—"
"You hate it. I can see it. I can feel it pouring off you. You always were a fountain of emotions, Serra, but it's all the easier for me to see now. Behind that hate, propelling it, is envy. And behind that—"
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She launches herself toward you, blades whirling at either side as she descends. You have no choice but to ignite your own, catching her assault just in time. She leans in, her weight pressing through her blades against yours as she grimaces with the strain. "I don't care what you see, 'Sith'; if you think that you can take this temple by yourself, you'd best scamper back to your puppet master, because the Jedi are coming, and we are not impressed by one man's arrogance."
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You're interrupted by the rushing growl of Serra's blades through the air as she launches herself at you. They whirl at her sides as she descends. You have no choice but to ignite your own, catching her assault just in time. She leans in, her weight pressing through her blades against yours as she grimaces with the strain. "I don't care what you see, 'Sith'; if you think that you can take this temple by yourself, you'd best scamper back to your puppet master, because the Jedi will come, and we are not impressed by one man's arrogance."
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Her blades slide off of yours with a shrieking crack and she dodges easily as your momentum carries you through a swing at her midsection, only to bring her pious wrath down again at your head. Yet you swat the blow away with a startlingly strong sweep of blue. She staggers, surprised and showing her first hint of fear.
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Her blades slide off of yours with a shrieking crack, and your momentum carries you through a swing at her waist. This she dodges easily, only to bring her pious wrath down again at your head. Yet you swat the blow away with a startlingly strong sweep of blue. She staggers, surprised and showing her first hint of fear.
*[[ROTS/Vader: To the End of Hope|Draw out the fight; she shouldn't last if you continue to provoke her.]]
*[[ROTS/Vader: To the End of Hope|Draw out the fight; she shouldn't last if you continue to provoke her.]]

Current revision as of 13:24, 28 April 2014

You chuckle darkly, the barely-tamed intensity of her emotions warming you like sunlight. "Have I outpaced you too often for your liking, Serra? Perhaps if you hadn't held yourself back so much to put on a calm face for your master..." Her brow knits at your words. She's too easy. "Maybe then you wouldn't feel envious now."

"I don't envy your fall, Anakin; I pity it."

"You hate it. I can see it. I can feel it pouring off you. You always were a fountain of emotions, Serra, but it's all the easier for me to see now. Behind that hate, propelling it, is envy. And behind that—"

You're interrupted by the rushing growl of Serra's blades through the air as she launches herself at you. They whirl at her sides as she descends. You have no choice but to ignite your own, catching her assault just in time. She leans in, her weight pressing through her blades against yours as she grimaces with the strain. "I don't care what you see, 'Sith'; if you think that you can take this temple by yourself, you'd best scamper back to your puppet master, because the Jedi will come, and we are not impressed by one man's arrogance."

Her blades slide off of yours with a shrieking crack, and your momentum carries you through a swing at her waist. This she dodges easily, only to bring her pious wrath down again at your head. Yet you swat the blow away with a startlingly strong sweep of blue. She staggers, surprised and showing her first hint of fear.

Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga
Character:
Darth Vader
Setting:
Revenge of the Sith

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