"Aw. Poor baby." The pity in Procion's voice was exaggerated and mocking, much like his earlier taunts, but it was accompanied by the electric hum of a lightsaber leisurely cutting through air as he pointed it away, and then the golden glow was gone, plunging the cavern into near-darkness once more. It was followed by soft footsteps.<br/><br/>The Sith walked closer, and where before he'd been careful to remain well out of touching distance, this time he didn't stop until he could crouch right in front of Johte, bringing them level. There, mere inches away, he became more than just an image with a mischievous voice; he carried with him the warmth of another living creature, and though he'd apparently tried to use the little water in the mossy puddle to wash off sweat, blood and grime, under the distinct aroma of kolto, he also carried a scent. An ordinary scent, nothing exotic or alien, neither repulsive nor enticing, but... real. Human. Bare fingertips touched the Jedi's chin and turned him, surprisingly gently, to face his mortal enemy, his unlikely companion. When he was sure he had Johte's attention, though, Procion let go and moved to grip the Jedi's throat considerably less gently.<br/><br/>"Let me put this in a way even a Jedi should understand," the pureblood whispered, echoing the dangerous, velvety promise of the words - Johte's own - that had started these events to begin with. "Fight me or fuck me, but pick fast, or I swear I'll do it for you."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>