It wouldn't be easy getting in, and they expected that as Crystaall hefted up the palace steps once more. The sunlight against her back made her have the urge to itch at the spot, but she couldn't as Imperial stormtoopers filed out of the palace entrance. With quick thinking, both Crystaall and Kast took them head on, dodging blaster bolts and firing their own. The men they fought were inexperienced and had so much hatred for their enemy they were reckless and died because of it. This was easily seen by the two, but they would never speak of it. As they entered the palace, Crystaall sighed. There stood a man in mercenary clothing. A brown jacket with a black shirt, blue pants and boots. He was a bald human, but he had many Mandolorian tattoos which were easy to point out. Crystaall had seen the designs Mandos used for their body art. The man had green eyes and a wicked smile as he stared down the two. The room was silent. That's all it ever was as the man stood forward and dragged something across the ground. It was a black sword in his right hand that scraped the floor as he walked, it looked like it could fall at any moment. Lifting his arm and resting the blade behind his head he finally acknowledged the two.
"So you came back for her after all? Or do you just want revenge?"
The man smirked and laughed to himself after his own sentence. Its was rather daunting to the two that stood before him.
"It doesn't matter. The Alliance is full of false hope. They will never destroy the Empire. Just as you will never beat me child."
Turning to Grey-Kast and pulling out her own sword, she spoke to her friend.
"Kast, can you go liberate the rest of the palace? I need some alone time."
"I'm on it, don't worry about a thing."
With that, he began to run to the left side corridor. The bald man raced toward him, but never paid attention to the female that struck him, stopping his course of action. With brute force, Crystaall had ran toward him and shot her leg out to kick the man in the face, sending him flying onto the floor. Landing on her own two feet, she readied her weapon with both hands and pointed the sword to her opponent. The man slowly got up and scratched his head at the fact that he just got beat.
"This'll definitely be harder than I thought. Although I love a good challenge."
"Go to hell Jigual. You won't beat me."
"Confident little bitch aren't you?"
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