Mara's unaware provocative positions and displays kept Skyler's attention. Reminding himself with mental arguments that he was not trying to sneak peaks. It was inevitable that his eyes would travel across her slender body, seeing her small plump rear wiggle as everything is left on full display to his prying eyes. Fortunately at this distance he couldn't see the finer details before her rear was covered and then her breasts were wiggling as she got everything into place. Seeing her struggle around the wounded areas only helped to jiggle her perky breasts, physical admiration to her toned frame cast through his eyes. 'What are you doing?' he asked himself trying to remind himself he wasn't here to peek and gawk. Eyes turning from her as she was getting finished.<br/><br/>Realizing the moment was coming, that he would be facing this Sith had his heart beating faster in his chest. Or so he believed, but perhaps there were other physical reactions that transpired. Like a war-drum beating in his chest, ears shifting as he could hear the beats in the silence. 'It's now or never' he thought before with a quick push through the brush and vegetation he stood with her saber in hand. Witnessing her face contort from enjoyment to a twisted spiteful angry snarl. Skyler looked smug as he relishes in her momentary anguish before moving back into the brush. Followed by the crashing of her body through the brush behind him, made him quicken his step into a run. Reaching the clearing before her and spinning in time to release his force push against the rocks she had slung at him. Watching her dodge gracefully from the rocks that came back at her.<br/><br/>It was here that she began to laugh, though he didn't know why. Deciding to gather the force within himself to use against her. Mara seemed to know his emotions were going to get the best of him, and she was quick to begin her ploy. Giving only a relatively calm look as he breaths a bit heavier from the run and perhaps other things. Heart racing in his chest from the thrill of the brief chase, and reaction to what had transpired. Knowing he had her saber, and as long as he didn't let her get the better of him he hoped it was an advantage.<br/><br/>'Of course you didn't expect me to follow you.' came one of his thoughts while he watches her beautiful face contort once more into something new. After a short pause she spoke once more, malice and torment her aim as that lovely voice dripped with purpose. Tightening his grip on her saber in a vain attempt to shut her words out of his mind. Not wanting her words to play on the rage within him, but she knew it would work. Unable to hide the swelling anger with her words, yet remaining silent as her only reward as he attempts to calm his breathing and pull in the energy to use the force.<br/><br/>'Oh I think I have something better, I just need to catch you and you may wish I were killing you.' the responsive thought skittered through his mind when she spoke of him killing her. Light blue eyes would glare intently at her, waiting for something more than words to happen. Though like a moth to a flame, her words the wings fanning the fire as it grows fueled in a attempt to scorch the moth. Knuckles becoming with in the intensity of his grip on her saber, eyes narrowing as he attempts to steel his emotions.<br/><br/>Mara circles him slowly, as Skyler begins to feel her through the force. Tapping into his potential that the council had seen in him. Darkness creeping closer within him, as the rage swirls out of control breaking free. Like an explosion ripped through him as those emotions sprung from their steeled confines. It was just like his emotions that he reached his limit on his focus, the swelling force within him beginning to seep out.<br/><br/>Around this time Skyler lost his grip, swinging his free hand out at her in an attempt to discharge all the built energy directly at her. What he wanted to do, and what happened were two different things. The action was an attempt to Force Push her with everything in one blast, but that was not the result. Energy exploded from his body in the curling beginnings of a Force Wave. A dome of Force Energy that ripped with such kinetic power across the clearing. Perhaps she would have time to try and leap out of the way, but with how close she was she may as well have been standing in front of him.<br/><br/>Vegetation, dirt, rocks, everything was uprooted like a wave ripping from him carving the surroundings anew. All of the terrain was being torn away, even the trees would find it incredibly difficult to resist the forces. Some groaning, thunderous cracking sounds, others splitting and falling. If they survived, they would be bare of most of their beauty left like a dead tree standing without leaves and a majority of its branches. The energy would dance from his body outwards past the ring of trees, weakening as it wrenches through them a few more yards before fading off. Bark would have torn from the trees that remained in defiance, the bare insides left smooth.<br/><br/>Mara if she were caught in such a display of force, may find herself slung along with the dirt, rocks, and vegetation against the trees that stand defiantly. Surely she could attempt to use the force and shield herself or resist in some way, after all she is primed for his movements.<br/><br/>Skyler felt as though his muscles had been turned into something near jelly with how numb he felt. The first time he's experienced a Force Wave and it was stunning in a way. With his hand that had pointed in her direction he attempts to brush his orange hair out of his face shakily. Remembering to breath as he inhales sharply, if she came at him now he may be able to respond with a weak force push. If that failed he would bring her saber to life and aim it at her, daring her to close the distance.<br/><br/>All the work she had spent breaking his emotional control worked, but it exploded in a furious display of power. What remained left his gaze fierce and hardened. Ready to kill if she desired him to bring her saber against her, the same one that struck down his master. The Irony would be great. Wanting to scream, as all her words were sinking in, disturbing his emotional state that much deeper. To her surprise he would not fight them but did not embrace them openly as he demands her in a guttural voice dripping with desire to kill. "Give up, I wish to take you in for the council to decide your fate." Surely the longer she would wait, the more resolve he would find as the numbness fades.<br/><br/>Two possible ways he would end up standing at this point:<br/>If she did not bring him to use the saber he would be standing with his arms down with knuckles white with fury gripping that saber hilt.<br/>If she did bring him to use the red saber, it would have briefly pointed down before sweeping up to take the trained stance. Feet spreading slightly as his knees bend, showing he is ready for her to fight him in close combat even though she had no saber.