The noise was meant to unsettle her Xollen told herself as she watched the teacher circle her. Curious as to what exactly she was tracing into the metal but unwilling to look Xollen reached out with her inner senses to try and get a feel for what the symbols meant. Reaching out however was exactly what the Dark Lord wanted.<br/><br/>Xollen could not hide the intake of breath as she was assaulted by the teachers raging emotions. Darth Simetra's hatred was a work of art and within seconds Xollen found herself mesmerized by the details and intricacies of each and every layer. She continued to stand completely immobile, now in the center of a very large symbol cut into the metal flooring. Dath Simetra's words cut her to the core, she despised the fact that she still had anything in common with the Jedi, but being honest with herself she knew her obsessive self denial was in part due to her years of Jedi training. Her rage and disgust twisted knots in her belly at the knowledge.<br/><br/>The more Simetra spoke the more Xollen found herself feeding into the boiling emotions her teacher was sending toward her. Her muscles twitched and she ached to let her fury loose upon Darth Simetra, showing her exactly what a saber could do in the right hands. As Simetra dropped to the floor Xollen allowed her eyes to follow her, still keeping her body perfectly still. Xollen did not flinch as the teacher drew the second symbol, she listened very carefully to her words however.<br/><br/>Xollen felt as though she stood in a vortex of swirling power, the amazing strength that Simetra's controlled yet violent and powerful hatred gave her almost drugging it was so all encompassing. Her hands clenched into fists and she felt a low growl escape her lips almost unable to hold back the desire to use the power she felt around her. Suddenly it was gone, she was taken aback and stumbled, feeling as though she had been gut punched.<br/><br/>Xollen's head snapped up and she growled viciously at her teacher, knowing she was foolish to have not seen this coming. Loosing herself would not teach her anything however and she looked to the ground knowing the markings were important. With a low and surprisingly calm voice Xollen asked Darth Simetra, "How do I tap into an others power and make it my own? Teach me Master."<br/><br/>Xollen was prideful but she listed after knowledge more than she cared for her pride. She could kill Simetra later, when she was through with her.