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Avare's crimson eyes fell to the victim, there was no doubt he was dead. Then his eyes turned to Lupercal, though he favored his new Apprentice he would show him nothing, weakness would not be tolerated. Staring though the Acolyte that was barely standing Avare' outstretched his hand and along with it came a wave of Force. It would surely send the weakened man across the room.
"...weakness! Weakness will not be tolerated my Apprentice! Fatigue... fatigue is a weakness! That is when your enemies will strike at you the hardest! Control your powers... control is what will prevent death, control is what true power is..."
Pausing for only a moment the Sith Knight crossed his arms and continued the deathly stare at his pupil, this man, this Acolyte would be strong, or he would die.
"You, Lupercal Torgaddon, will be power! Show no weakness... show no fatigue... or you will be shown death!"
Reaching out in the Force Avare' gripped his Apprentice's trachea through the Force, much like the man had just done to the dead brute in the cage. Giving it a hard squeeze through the Force it would surely block the air-way that so desired the precious oxygen. Holding it until even Avare himself thought his pupil would passout, possibly die from the air deprivation he returned the airflow to his sensitve wind pipe. Turning his back to his Apprentice he stared blankly in silence at the mongers that watched on in fear.
"...weakness! Weakness will not be tolerated my Apprentice! Fatigue... fatigue is a weakness! That is when your enemies will strike at you the hardest! Control your powers... control is what will prevent death, control is what true power is..."
Pausing for only a moment the Sith Knight crossed his arms and continued the deathly stare at his pupil, this man, this Acolyte would be strong, or he would die.
"You, Lupercal Torgaddon, will be power! Show no weakness... show no fatigue... or you will be shown death!"
Reaching out in the Force Avare' gripped his Apprentice's trachea through the Force, much like the man had just done to the dead brute in the cage. Giving it a hard squeeze through the Force it would surely block the air-way that so desired the precious oxygen. Holding it until even Avare himself thought his pupil would passout, possibly die from the air deprivation he returned the airflow to his sensitve wind pipe. Turning his back to his Apprentice he stared blankly in silence at the mongers that watched on in fear.