*This was different, and it was certainly not welcome. Crystaall's attempts to keep the A.I in the back of her head and peacefully meditate. Scared and confused, Crystaall did her best to keep away from the monstrosity that struck at her with its crimson blade. It was angry and fast. Crystaall barely had a chance to react and was soon singed on her left arm by a strong swing. She fell back and the A.I pounced on top of her. Face to fce with the very thing she never wanted. The thing that would feed off her anger and now kill her. Angel had its blade against Crystaall's neck and began to push forward on the blade, but soon stopped. Crystaall was prepared to accept death, but not by something that wanted to control her. She wouldn't let this demon control her body and bring pain to a universe that does not need more terror. She refused to let this demon take control. She had people to save, a destiny to discover. She couldn't just accept her fate here and let the universe move on without her. It might need her in the coming years. Her eyes began to glow purple and the droid jumped off in fear as Crystaall slowly stood up. She had to reignite her blade and then began to slowly make her way to the droid. The purple eyes now grew even brighter. Something had come over her, like she was gaining an immense power from the Force. But she didn't know how to use it, so how she was able to halt the droid's attack and begin to walk with confidence toward the demon was just a mystery to her. Maybe her will to not die in this position was what caused this, but she couldn't really figure it out. The droid stopped her back walk and smiled, raising her weapon.*
"Cute trick kid, but you will not best me in my own playground."
*The droid began its attack, hilt in both hands. It went for a vertical strike at Crystaall who just raised her arm and deflected the blow without flinching. The droid cursed the girl and began to attack, strike after strike, each one being deflected without hesitation. On its last attack, Crystaall threw out her left hand and grabbed the droid by its throat and simply cutting off its saber-wielding arm.*
"I can't die here sweety. Whatever you are., kid... I love it."
"I didn't ask for your comment."
"No, but obviously we both don't know what 'this' is. But it feels familiar."
"SHE IS USING YOUR OWN POWER."
*The voice that she always heard was now a booming voice like that of a god, which made the powerful child flinch and the droid cover its head as if it had ears. This forced Crystaall to drop the droid and cover her own ears, for they became nearly shattered. It began to speak again, rendering both combatants unable to move due to the echoing loud voice that sounded over the arena and inside their heads.*
"SHE HAS HARNESSED YOUR ABILITY DROID. HER ANGER AND WILL TO SURVIVE HAS UNLOCKED AN ABILITY THAT YOU AND HER HAVE A BOND WITH. THE LONGER YOU FIGHT, SHE GAINS MORE AND MORE OF YOUR POWER AND BECOMES STRONGER IN THE FORCE. I WILL END THIS FOOLISH FIGHT HERE AND NOW."
*With those words, everything went to black as Crystaall fainted, falling to her back on the wet metal. She had somehow survived a supernatural encounter.*
*That's when she returned to the real 'world'. Crystaall blinked several times and realized she was stilli sitting on the mat. Nothing had changed, but she could only guess that her meditation unlocked something within her. The battle and encounter felt like it was just a dream, but she could still feel the burn from the droid's attack on her arm. And then it spoke again, but in its normal tone.*
"You survived the tyrant, and became stronger than before. Your immense anger will activate the same ability you used in your mind to become nearly unstoppable, but a word of warning: The more you use that ability, the better chances you have of being taken over and shoved into the back of your mind by Dark Angel. It will happen eventually, but it is up to you how long it takes for her to gain complete control. I can no longer speak to you child. Good luck in your final battle."
*And the voice was gone. Disappeared from her mind, her ears and perhaps the entire universe. It was possible that it could now be one with the Force, but it was also possible it was from one beyond the grave. Even though it had only spoken to her a few number of times, Crystaall felt as if the voice was recognizable, but her finger couldn't touch who it belonged to. Coming back to her senses, she looked up to see Grey-Kast standing above her with his arms crossed.*
"We're here."
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