Why was it that, almost everywhere she went someone thought they could take something from her?
This time Demolly was in a junkyard, still in her usual black and silver garb and facemask. It was a detour from what she came to the planet for, but it was more a flight of fancy and... something in the Force had told her to stay.
One of her lightsabers were drawn and ignited. It's crimson blade hissed as she pulled it out of one of the men who'd tried to rob her. Another man got up from the ground, shaking and firing a shot at her. Demolly batted it away with her blade, and began walking towards the man. She could sense his fear, and it only stirred the predator within her.
"Mercy! MERCY!" the man screamed, before tripping over one of his knocked out colleagues. It stirred the knocked out man, but before he could open his eyes Demolly raised her hand, pouring all the built up anger and pain from her training into the darkness. Lightning crackled between her fingers before a stream of it shot towards the two men. Their screams echoed through the junkyard.
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