Uncontrolled Rage

At the sight of the activated shock staffs, something inside Ghost seemed to snap. Face contorting with rage, she jerked both hands to her lightsabers and was upon the first guard before they were even activated. "I am not some whore!" She screamed, stabbing the lightsabers up and beneath the man's helmet, cutting into his head.

Lifting one of her newly built robotic legs, she kicked him away and watched with uncontrolled rage as the blades cut out through his face and helmet. The body fell to the floor in a heap as the wolf eared girl jerked around to face the second guard, practically baring her teeth at him like a wild animal.

As she attacked, slashing with both lightsabers at him, the force responded to her heightened emotions. It began to crush the table that ran the length of the hall, taking the food and drink with it.

By the time she had killed the second guard, Ghost was gasping and coated in a thin layer of sweat. Her wolf ears were perked up as she turned her gaze upon Mandalore, the rage still very evident in her eyes.

"Are you done acting like a rude pig?" She asked.

It was obvious by now that Ghost was not some little girl to be trifled with.

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Carla let out little comforting coos as she sat next to Serenity, narrowing her eyes up at Mar with silent threats. The chicken still did not like the man, only willing to tolerate him because the young padawan was so fond of him.