Lord Kruzel stalks towards Nyri as she practices hand to hand combat on the dummies in their barracks. The teen turns, one hand on her blade as he comes closer, breath stinking. He smiles at the girl, handing her a small tome. "Here. Your target. Be swift."<br/><br/>The dark-haired teen looks over the small tome, nodding at the picture and then wincing as he gave her a long hug. She shudders, then lets him finish, before stalking back with her hands tightening on her blades. Definitely will have to kill this one later, she thinks to herself.<br/><br/>"I want you in my quarters upon your success. If you fail, don't bother coming back," Lord Kruzel growls. Nyri glares at him then stalks out of the hall, vanishing as she calls on the Force. Fear is a doorway to the Dark side of the Force, and can easily be used to project illusions. She would no longer exist to most eyes, not until she chooses to strike.<br/><br/>Nyri slips through the brush and volcanic rock, heading to the allotted base on the tome. Slowly, she stalks towards the ranks of soldiers taking my two blade hilts and clicking them into place to form a saber staff. The teen pauses, noting the Jedi about a few feet away, playing cards. She'd have to wait. Striking him in the open isn't her way, nor is it very smart.