The machine leapt backwards,  giving herself room to maneuver once more.  She quickly twirled her blade idly as she gazed at her opponent.  “A toy…”  She sighed,  she wanted to smell that distinct stench that occurred when her blade cleaved through warm flesh, to hear screams of sweet pain,  and they sent a mere droid to battle her!  She simply shook her head as she twirled her blade idly.  Unfortunately for the machine it seemed that hubris was her fatal flaw.<br/><br/>Once more she charged forward,  her blade cut the air causing the room to smell heavily of burnt oxygen.  The blue charged rod of energy though,  missed her opponent slicing into the wall instead.<br/><br/>(Melee 3,  4 stress  Force points: 10)