A Newfound Nuisance

[Soup]

Keltto's face lit up with a malicious grin when Herrith went into a state of frustration. It only grew at the scene that unfolded before him. Clearly he had struck a nerve. His eyes caught the metal blade that emerged into her hand and he shook his head. And his left hand rose into the air, and along with it went Herrith.

"That blade better not be for me."

His voice had become similar to that of a complete pyschopath. Well, it was the voice of a complete psychopath. His hand began to slowly close, which would cause some breathing issues for Herrith.

 

[Herrith]

Herrith only snapped out of her daze when she flew into a nearby wall. She'd lost her cool. She'd lost her temper. Herrith dropped the knife as the Sith messed with her ability to breathe.

She held her throat, dragging herself against a wall.

Herrith held up her hands, then coughed, spitting to the side.

No way she could win in a one on one fight.

Her pheromones filled the nearby air, more of an involuntary action than her trying a last ditch effort.

She expected this to be her last moments alive, and prayed to anyone that it wasn't so.

All she wanted was to leave.

 

[Soup]

"Consider yourself lucky, pinky."

Keltto released his grip and his arm returned to its orginal position. He chuckled for a moment as he turned around and exited the alley. His visit to Csilla had been interesting indeed. He was being quite kind, he thought, leaving the Zeltron alive and all. No severed limbs, no scars. He was being oh so very kind. He started to walk back to the area at which he had landed his ship. He would need to get to some other planet to rest, and perhaps sleep for a while. The day's events had been a tad bit tiring on Keltto.

 

[Herrith]

Herrith could have fought him, would have. But she knew better. A fight against something like him would be beyond maniacal, and would surely result in her death.

She pondered why the Sith had decided to let her go as she sat in the dark alley, regaining her breath.

It didn't matter.

He had spared her. But why? She probably would never know. Maybe it was her pheromones. Doubtful, but a possibility. Or maybe the Sith just had a sudden pang of mercy.

So Herrith sat there, keeling over and quietly crying to herself, both of joy and of fear.

Fear of the past.

 

[Soup]

OOC: We done then?

 

[Herrith]

OOC: Sure. I got no ideas unless you got more you want to add.

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