Now Skylar had been one of the most serene opponents she has faced. At least on the outside. Though his outer appearance displayed calm and a overall tone of control, she could feel his emotions deep inside begin to swell and take shape, and it was around this point that she realized riling him up may or may not have been a good idea. She was able to feel his power, the force was very strong with him. For those who weren't as finely tuned to the deep and the presence of it, this would be nothing to them but to mara it was like the air became thicker and she could see the air around him warble and move slightly. It was as if her words only made it stronger. Mara was expecting some form of reaction to her words but what happened was more than unexpected. Things happened so fast and when his force wave came for her she knew there was no time to block it. Mara was fast but she wasnt that fast! Rocks came flying  and small trees were uprooted within seconds, and before she knew it, the young Sith was among those flying things. She had to think fast and so while he was distracted, she decided to play his game and she took the lightsaber from its holster.<br/><br/>Within a few seconds of doing that, she was slammed back onto a very stubborn bolder. Her back hitting it with such heavy force, she couldn't stop the scream of pain that came out of her mouth. It felt almost as if she had broken it, but she wouldn't be moving if she had. The woman stumbled, staying as she attempted to stand after hitting the rock. It wasnt just her black that felt the force ok f the pain. It was also her wounds. The ones that she had done her best to close up and take care of. The one on her shoulder had taken part of the blow and she could feel the warm blood as the wound reopened again. Her head spun out of control, and she used the rock to lift herself up. The trees were spinning and she had to take a minute to regain her balance.  Wounded and now disoriented, mara knew that fighting was dumb. He could kill her, but in truth anything would be better than being taken back to the enemy's fleet.<br/><br/>Mara hoped that if she was going down, he would be going down with her<br/><br/>Finally she stumbled up, his once blurry form coming into view again and now she was ready to wreak havoc. The hit to the head almost seemed to make her mood worse and she started to laughs t him again " did I strike a nerve little boy? Are you realizing how much of a failure you are? If that's the case then let me put you out of your misery!!" She would say and ignite the saber in her hand, a very uncharacteristc color for her indeed but it was the deadliness she wanted.  If she could at least injure him as badly as she has been then she would feel somewhat even.<br/><br/>So the Sith charged him with the same ferocity as she displayed with his master. Mara came around on his right side, as if she was going to attack there, but she knew that she had to try and throw him off a bit so she would force jump over to the side of him and swing at him. She normally used one arm for fighting, but at some points she used both and typically those ones had more strength behind them. However with her shoulder out of commission she couldn't exactly do that all too well. Her right arm was currently trying to keep her balanced as well.  That hit ti the head really made things worse, and truthfully she wanted to lay down and wait til it stopped throbbing.  Speed was the name of the game for Mara, and dodging and counterattacking were normally easy for her.<br/><br/>Well normally it was, when she wasnt at risk of opening her wounds again and bleeding to death.<br/><br/>The woman had to play it off though, she wouldn't let him see the pain underneath her snarls and crazed looks. Those purple eyes would never show him weakness, they never showed it to anybody. So she looked at him with eyes that showed no pain, rage would be her mask, and from the long history she has had with it, it's worked out pretty well. Mara moved as if the wounds were paper cuts, keeping up that mask she has placed apon herself. The Sith knew that he was far more able than she was thought though, and expected him to block doge or attack her. If he fought back she would take up defence, and if he dodged she would come at him when he was more focused on gett in ng out of the way. If she could get one fatal attack on him she would be able to get away or finish him off for good.<br/><br/>The air tingled with an anticipation, the rustling leaves were the audience to the fight that was about to take place. This fight would definatly shape the future for the two of them.