She would need to taunt the great beast and lead it for her plan to have a chance. She drew her practice blade and roared back at the great beast. It clearly wasn’t impressed or threatened. Why would it be? Karena was a small child armed with a stick…this terentatek saw her as nothing more than an annoying fly to swat at. And it did….repeatedly.
The beast continued to launch itself at her. Crouching low and sinking its large claws into the ground before pushing off. Karena had to have herself positioned in front of the various statues and structures before the creature started its run or else it would barrel through a wall and get them both killed and the time between each launch was getting shorter and shorter as the beast enraged.
Occasionally, the crumbling structures and statues would hit it just right and cause it to stumble and slow, but the beast was resilient and kept coming back for more.
After a while, only three statues remained and they were relatively close together this time. She dashed over to one of them and tried to get herself aligned in a way that the beast might barrel through all three at once. If that didn’t work…either the beast would kill her or Lord Harinn would.
Covered in dust and breathing hard, the terentatek began preparing…Karena tried to steady herself, but her heart was racing, “COME ON!” The ground rumbled again, followed by the familiar sound of crumbling rocks crashing to the ground.
It was followed by an unfamiliar silence. The great beast was done.
She had gotten to go on hunts back home and had experienced the excitement of a fulfilling kill and this wasn’t like that at all. This creature had had all of the strength in the world, but it was lead by an unnatural, blinding rage. This beast had been tortured, poked and prodded. Mutated. As far as fights go, it was exciting and different, but it was definitely not an honorable kill.
She stared at the lifeless beast for a minute before turning and making her way back to Lord Harinn. She had managed to avoid injuries outside of a few scrapes and bruises from rocks that managed to hit her, but she was okay otherwise and covered in dust.
Karena was the first one to return and her practice blade was collected, not that she was surprised. What surprised her was that most of her class ended up returning as well! She was thrilled they had survived. Two of them didn’t make it though. Lord Harinn and the Overseer weren’t concerned. With only four of them remaining, their job was getting easier. One of the acolytes that returned was badly injured though and the Overseer made his move to rid the poor acolyte of his pained existence, but was stopped swiftly by Lord Harinn.
“No. Karena returned first. The honor is hers,” Lord Harinn gestured towards her and tossed her an old lightsaber from his belt. “Finish him.”
She caught the lightsaber, but the command bothered her, “What?” The Overseer snapped and backhanded her across the face. “You are addressing a Lord of the Sith and will show respect, worm!”
Being backhanded wasn’t exactly her favorite thing in the world and she lashed back at them both, “He completed his trial! Injured or not, he deserves to be here.” She threw the lightsaber to the ground in rebellion. She was well aware of the backlash that was absolutely heading her way, but her stance was clear. She had been in training with these same acolytes for so long now that they had become like family in her mind. She’d never say that to the Overseer and Lord, but she refused to attack her own people. She would be no better than Scylas in that regard and the mere thought of him enraged her. “I will NOT kill an unarmed, injured opponent!” she growled.