[Atsila]

The air thick with smoke from the firery crash landing done by the captain. One of the passengers who a grey tunic did not speak to anyone for on her side was a dulled grey lightsaber. It has seen many ferce battles that had the purple blade dancing around like a siloutte. The lightsaber many times would sparkle purple sparks and hiss and angry tune determine to find it's target.
For many times the battle would rage on for hours causing the opponent and her battling fatigue as energy would rush out them like a ghost stealing life from a person. The more she wanted the duel to end the more her opponent was determine to rob her of her life only to be met by a flickering purple flash of light that produced a deafing screaming sound that would not last very long.
The all quiet stillness of only her own breathing would be a reminder to her that she could slow her heart rate down and begin the journey of calmness to help ease the pain her mind and physical state where both end.
The captain looked over her way "Where you headed he asked"? Only to found in silence which slowly began to make his frustration begin to build. He could feel it from his scalp and the volcanic assend of anger was slowly to take over his mind and soon his actions could not be controlled. "I asked", but before he could finish he seen what shocked him that a jedi maybe sith could not hear him but since him for she held up a hand in a gesture meaning to cut him off while the other hand rested on the hilt of the lightsaber for she could tell and sense they were not alone in the wreckage.

[Yato]

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[Atsila]

The figure moved quietly into the shadows avoiding the light caused by the dancing flames of Orange light knowing that hidden beneath a dark black tonic he would detected and the plans of concealment would be compromised. He could detect a jedi unknowing to him how powerful the use of the force was in this one. To him did not matter his black lightsaber with chrome skull laced with dark energy would be easily used to defeat it. He had been in many battles and his scars across his face from using lighting dark energy had proven that he was consumed by the hatred that flowed from within him.
He hated everything and found no love in most anything he did even now he hated to hunt and kill those who did not agree with the emperor's regulations. At the same time he hated that he could not find a worthy opponent to do battle against him because his love to find such person fueled his anger. His form was completed and his love for a staff made him a furious fighter who would be more balanced between a dancer and a artist. He would flow freely and wait upon striking than at the right time move toward his opponent in quick strike making his opponent unaware of how to defend themselves and making them easy defeated.