A sharp stabbing pain radiated from her left ankle clear to the back of her kneecap but not a sound came from her lips. Xollen's face was calm, unmoved by the pain her body experienced. As smooth as polished stone "the breath" swirled around her body, infusing her with strength and power. If Xollen knew how to grin perhaps she might have tried it, "the breath" was feeding off her hatred, each muscle and nerve being forced to bend to it's power and desire.<br/><br/>Xollen sensed the teacher heading in her direction and a scowl furrowed her brow. Being disturbed was abhorrent and totally unnecessary. She knew the Sith Lord was powerful and quite intelligent, many of her ideals and beliefs appealed to Xollen greatly, not that she would ever speak that belief allowed. Inhaling deeply to bring the wave of disgust and hatred under control, Xollen kept her stance still and calm. If the Sith Lord wanted to instruct her very well, she could do it while Xollen continued her exercise.<br/><br/>Again Xollen thought she would have grinned if she only knew how as she felt the sweeping power of her anger replenish her body one more. Perhaps the teacher disturbing her was a good thing after all. Focusing on the rage she felt festering deep inside Xollen listened.<br/><br/>The word Jedi caused a violent twitch in Xollen's right eye. Clenching her jaw so tight she should have broken teeth, Xollen narrowed her eyes and stared straight ahead refusing to acknowledge Darth Simetra's mention of "them". As Darth Simetra circled her and spoke further Xollen's burning rage boiled deep in her belly. A small tremor began at the tips of her fingers, no doubt due to Xollen's raging desire to grab her saber and show Simetra exactly what a warrior could do. She did not move however, not yet.<br/><br/>Darth Simetra wanted to provoke her, she odiously had some reason for coming to Xollen like this and she was more curious by the minute to discover that reason.