Another Duel

[Black Noise]

Forlorn paced around the training room. She needed to improve her saber form, perhaps get a sevomotor glove for her left hand so that it would be less of a hindrance. She stopped suddenly, someone was approaching, someone strong. Yes, very strong, perhaps they would duel her!

She drew out her sword and faced the entrance, the opponent would arrive soon. The closer he got, the larger Forlorn's smile grew.

 

[Darth Akoru]

Akoru had made his way through this training room. He sensed a strong force within this building, knowing him, he could not resist. Through Piquing interest he made this way through the room as he could feel the power growing stronger. Activating the doors through the console, the door opens as he makes his way toward the odd girl.

"I sensed you was strong but I have a thing that I don't like to fight women. Such a disappointment." he said as he turns around walking out the door before he is stopped.

 

[Black Noise]

Forlorn crooked her head, he didn't fight women? Why didn't he? A small voice would speak inside Akoru's head, Forlorn's voice. It was her only way to communicate 'properly.' As her voice often failed her, in fact, she didn't know of a time where she could speak clearly, ever.
"You don't fight women? Why not? Are we not good enough to fight? Are you afraid I'll kill you? I certainly can, I will certainly try."

Forlorn walked after him, watching him leave and following him a bit down the hall, her mechanical sword arm itching to fight.

 

[Darth Akoru]

Akoru himself did not even realize as to why he did not want to harm them. He just felt weak and cowardly to harm women. It felt beneath him. He had then turned around to look at the girl in response to her voice stuck in his head as he looked at her through his emotionless mask. "Afraid? Hah, you should mind your tongue girl. Killing you would be beneath me."

Akoru had then drew his light saber, tilting the hilt to a backwards grip as he activated it. He then spoke as he never broke eye contact. "If you wish to die, then so be it." He was only bluffing, figured the girl would have retreated by now. Or so he hoped.

 

[Black Noise]

Forlorn's insane grin returned to her face, her mouth opening slightly to expose her fang-like teeth, a trait given from her unknown father. A small, giddy sound escaped her lips, more akin to the drawing of breath than actual speaking though.
"Haaaaahhh!"
She surged forward, highly excited by the new prospect of this opponent. Her right arm flew at him, aiming to cut him in half. In the dark and small hallway, it would be difficult to dodge, though not impossible.