She looked on at the image before her,  a man in tears and a broken female twilek at his feet.  She couldn't help but throw her head back, and let out a child like giggle, causing her own full breasts to bounce a bit with the intake of void tainted air.  Yet,  something about the stranger...  was faintly pleasurable.  She could detect a hint of the dark seed within him,  she could feel a faint tingling that began in the dark relic that passed as her heart.  Her pale skin took on a soft crimson shade,  her slender digits moved to push a few strands of white hair out of her eyes,  as her warm tongue snaked from between her lips,  wetting them instinctively.<br/><br/>"Such a childish little mantra..."  She said,  doing her best to hide her excitement behind a mask of disdain. She didn't have much time to respond, as she felt the holicron embedded inside her beginning to react to the man's hatred,  her back arched,  she found herself lifting her body onto her tip toes.  "Yes!"  She moaned the words even as the dark energy tore into her frame, damaging her synthetic flesh.  Her lower lip quivered,  her body reacted by coating her thighs with arrousal.<br/><br/>A free hand moved to caress her breast,  her touch was feather light...  her fingers gently rolling one of her pink nipples.  She seemed almost completely consumed in orgasmic bliss.  Yet, she knew if she simply stood reveling in the sweet pleasure that was building up within her body,  she would be destroyed... and she doubted that this man was worthy to carry the Holicron within her chest,  and his life was about to come to an end anyway...  he was not a suitable bearer.<br/><br/>"Impressive..."  Her voice husky, as if she was caught within the throws of an orgasm.  She did not move with pronounced speed,  in fact,  each step was slow.  Her feet gently pressed against the floor.  Her odd eyes, were glowing with a soft crimson light, thanks to the energy accumlating in her body.  One slender hand wrapped tightly in the man's hair and pulled him close.  "Peace is a lie...  there is only passion..."  She gazed lustily into his eyes,  it would be a waste to destroy the man...  yet,  she had no choice.<br/><br/>The hand that was still deftly holding onto her blade,  suddenly flashed forward.  The movement wasn't artful or graceful,  she thrust the weapon towards the man's chest,  and tore his body forward, aiming the weapon at his chest.<br/><br/>Full Result: Seraph rolled: 1d81<br/>Comment: All Out attack Ancient Swordswoman.<br/>Result: 49,<br/>Total: 49<br/><br/>8 Total +2 from aspect +2 forgoing defence against the attack +4 melee