Bentre's grip loosened upon the hilt of his lightsaber in indecision, his teeth bared in a nasty snarl. "You're not on Nar Shaddaa anymore," the Shadow murmured to himself. The darkness within his thoughts hissed in agreement as his grip tightened once more, his knuckles turning white with effort as he ignited the sapphire blade.
His Quaestor rolled her neck from side to side, letting out a long exhale as the man's blade hissed to life. In an almost lazy gesture, Keira raised her hand and tugged on the Force, summoning her hilt to hand. Her fingers wrapped around it as the elaborate weapon pressed against her palm and ignited in the same instant, sending a cerulean glow that nearly matched that of Bentre's own blade. "I've been in your head, Stahoes," Keira remarked with a smirk, "I understand all too well."
"You weren't there, you can't know," Bentre shouted as he charged forward. He gripped his hilt in a hammer grip, maximizing his strength as he made a direct dash for his target. The Shadow brought his blade up and to the side, bringing it down and across in a cleaving motion. Viru danced back several steps, offering the Warrior only empty air as her saber hung loose and to the side. Bentre growled in frustration, carrying his momentum into a forward spin that afforded him another slash.
With a twirl of her wrist and a quick hop, Keira continued her elaborate dance through the flashing room as her blade connected with the trailing end of her opponent's. The sudden added power forced Stahoes to over swing and brought him off balance. The half-breed stepped in close, reaching out to grip his wrists in an attempt to hold him over-extended. "I do know," she managed between heaving breaths, "you think it was your weakness that caused Atra's death."
The Shadow stared back at Keira, his muscles straining as he focused on her ice blue eyes, and the gold starburst within them. "You even have his eyes," Bentre muttered as he recalled the grey and gold of the prior Quaestor. "Must you take everything from him!?"
Gritting his teeth, Bentre snarled and swung his forehead forward, connecting with Keira's alongside a jarring crack. The Quaestor was forced to stumbled backward several steps, coming to a stop with one hand against the bar for support. Likewise, Bentre was momentarily stunned, having to shake his head several times to clear the sudden ringing from his ears. Tapping into his own power, the Shadow tried to seize the moment and threw his saber towards the bar, turning it into a lethal windmill as it spiraled through the air towards Keira. A curse managed to escape Keira's lips as she dropped into a crouch and deactivated her saber, sparks raining down upon her as the contained plasma of Bentre's weapon carved through the material above her. As the saber swung around back into the Warrior's grasp, Keira grimaced and channeled all her focus towards that single man. "I am not Atra," she screamed as she lashed out with her power, bringing it in around him like a cage.
Stahoes caught his hilt in the same moment as he felt the sudden surge from his Quaestor. He went to shift into a defensive stance, only to find himself completely locked in place. What the hell, he thought as he strained against the invisible force that rippled against him, holding him like a vice. Keira bit her bottom lip hard as she winced, maintaining her focus on Bentre as sweat dripped slowly down her face, stinging her eyes. "Can't you see what you're doing to yourself?" she asked. "Yes, you were weak, and Atra died... but that was his choice to make!"
She is lying, kill her now, the dark voice within Bentre's thoughts whispered from the darkness at his core.
"You couldn't have stopped his choice, no more than you can stop the wind from blowing!" she shouted once more, straining to maintain her hold.
Kill her, the madness hissed again, rage and fury building like a tempest within the Warrior, refusing to be contained. The Force surged through his limbs like a shot of adrenaline, breaking him free of the woman's grasp as he bellowed and suddenly closed the distance between himself and the Quaestor with bounding steps. His left hand closed around her pale throat as he pulled Keira back from the bar, only to slam her back against it with a growl, his sapphire blade held high and ready. "I couldn't save him," the man stated, barely audible above the constant hum of his weapon.
Keira gasped for air, her mouth opening and closing as Stahoes' fingers began to bruise her pale flesh. Even still, a determined look stayed firmly rooted on Viru's features, even as she struggled to breath she refused to — at least outwardly — give in to the possibility of defeat. Bentre looked upon her, managing to mute the voices screaming in his head for a moment as he compared her to his memory of Atra. "He marked me," Bentre muttered as he gestured with his blade towards his scarred eye. "Earned my respect, didn't bother asking for it... he was a warrior."
Taking a deep breath, the Warrior raised his blade high in preparation to execute his own Quaestor, roars of triumph resounding throughout his thoughts as he heard the humming so close to his own ear. Keira's eyes widened in realization, as if she hadn't actually thought he would follow through. With grim determination she bit down hard on her own lip, her brow furrowing with concentration as crimson drops began to stain her chin. Bentre had less than a moment's chance to react as the Force coalesced in the woman's open palm and was suddenly thrust downward. The detonation of energy coursed outward like a tsunami and sent the Warrior careening through a series of tables towards the center of the room while his saber hilt clattered across the ground.
Keira reached towards her throat, coughing and spitting a mixture of blood and saliva to the ground as she keeled over. Rage filled her eyes, the armor of her joking demeanor well and truly shattered as she managed to rise to her feet unsteadily. "You're damn right he was a warrior," her voice was harsh and ragged from her battle for air. "A warrior that died fighting, while you disrespect that act!"
"Is it ego that refuses to let you see that? How conceited can you be!?" she was screaming then, completely lost to her own inner emotions. "How's this for a mark!?" The Quaestor raised her hand, the Force concentrated into pure energy that crackled between her fingertips. Keira's brought her hand back and then whipped it forward, sending a blast of the energy snaking across the room in an instant and coursing through Bentre even as he was rising to his feet. Sparks and tendrils crawled over his skin as he contorted in pain, squirming as he rolled upon the ground.
A rush of exhaustion shot through the Quaestor, her jaw hanging open as she forced herself to walk the distance between herself and the leader of Devil's Shroud. Rampant aftershocks still rippled through Bentre's fetal form, causing visible spasms as she drew closer. Viru winced as she reached for her connection to the Force once more, grasping onto the ghostly strands that were a pale shadow of what she was normally accustomed to. She reached out to the chair next to Bentre, gritting her teeth as she fought to raise even so small a thing as that with the remaining power in her grasp. Finally, the object rose shakily into the air and moved to hover just above Bentre. With a grunt of effort, she gestured down hard and watched as the chair crashed down against Bentre's skull, certainly knocking the poor man out at long last.
Keira collapsed to the ground, completely drained as she reached for her communicator and toggled the live feed. "Qyreia... Unless you want to be the Black Guard that let your Quaestor die," she managed through shaky breaths as the world began to fade and dark forms closed in around them. "You may want to... come get us..."
The last of the Quaestor's stamina left her as her arm fell to the ground, the comm still active as a voice crackled on the other end. "I leave for five minutes, what the kriff, Keira!?"
The voice turned into a duet as a shape moved through the crowd, the apparent recipient of the comm feed. "Red and angry coming through, move it or lose it people," the Quaestor's Black Guard — meant to protect their charges — came into view. "The hell... Bentre!? You two... I... what!?"
The Zeltron mercenary sighed as she pressed her palm to her forehead. "The things I have to put up with... who wants to make some credits and help me carry these two idiots?" Qyreia shouted over the din of the crowd, waving a credit chip around in her hand. "Preferably before the authorities show up, thank you very much!"
"Thanks," Keira murmured as she finally succumbed to her exhaustion, closing her eyes as the world faded to shadow.
"...like you earned the position."
"...brawl with the Nautolan Jedi but that had not been particularly memorable."