He had his blade up. A lightsaber alone, even activated, technically speaking, had about as much ability to deflect the Force as did a common blaster. But it didn't matter, what mattered was that it was a symbol, an extension of the wielder that granted them power, and for a duelist such as Tatin, this was the reinforcement he needed.<br/><br/>He raised the blade, his arms out, the blade pointing straight up in defiance against the torrent of power threatening to wrap around his very being. He felt his muscles groan under the pressure, like being 'hugged' by a Gundark. He was shaking, his face trembling.<br/><br/>But it wasn't from the exertion alone, his rage building like the water against a dam. The dam being Taishari's powerful grip on his entire body. If she had an infinitesmal amount of control more, Tatin would never have been able to snarl, and cry out. "NO!" His rage bursting forth as he spread his arms wide, breaking the grip, panting from the exertion. And then the word from the doorway in the cargo hold to the rest of the ship came floating forth "Cease."<br/><br/>Panting from his rage and his desire to kill, he clamped his jaw shut to prevent any sort of defiance to Aurelia. His teeth grinding against each other as he deactivated his blade, and as it always seemed to whenever he lowered or disarmed a weapon, the dark side seemed to be beyond a veil to him, omnipresent, just as powerful, but constrained to him. But he knew that were he to but press the igniter on his weapon, and it would pour forth just the same.<br/><br/>But Tatin knew better. His gaze going to Aurelia as he said, as calmly as he could manage, "Master."