Another bolt came from somewhere to her left. Tasha's body seemed to move of its own accord, turning her whole body and bringing up her crimson blade to stop the attack. Her eyes darted across the room, but the male Obelisk was nowhere to seen. As she searched, a nervous tickle began from the back of her neck. Just then, her eyes caught a glimmer a few feet before her, which seem coalesced back into the form of Bentre, poised to strike out fiercely.
As his blue blade stabbed toward her, the female Guardian stepped sideways, planting a hand on the back of her attacker. This move clearly caught Bentre by surprise, causing him to retain momentum, crashing into the side of a table loudly.
“So brave,” she taunted coolly. Tasha was in no hurry to close the small gap between them, though. It seemed that the human was doing enough to hurt his chances of defeating her at this rate. If she was able to keep goading him, his own pride would rob him of his greatest asset against her. “You almost wouldn't believe you call yourself an Obelisk.” She watched as the words drove home, prompting the slightest of cringes from her opponent as he pulled himself to his feet.
“You think so, Beeogola Nechaska?” He found the once oft-used words coming from his mouth as he turned back, planting his feet before raising his weapon firmly, keeping his elbows closer to his body this time. Bentre shook his head slowly from side to side, studying the Twi'lek before him. She was toying with his emotion, he realized. He was better than to be twisted by these simple manipulations.
Moving forward and trying to keep his steps even, the human locked eyes with his smaller combatant. Her gaze bore through him, barely blinking as she danced back and forth slightly, clearly prepared for another angry assault. He knew from watching her reactions, and her well-practiced steps, that even if he managed to get in close, she would probably be almost as quick as he was. Her tattooed lekku seemed to taunt him as she shifted from foot to foot patiently. Drawing a deep breath, Bentre tried to draw from the wellsprings of strength both from within, and in the Force. He was going to need every edge he could muster if he was going to knock this girl down.
The male Guardian smiled at the twi'lek in mocking sweetness. Seeing a glance of uncomprehension in her gaze, he began stepping forward with such ferocious energy that his features seemed to blur with their speed. Tasha brought her weapon up in a rough block, meeting his strike evenly. The next attack came faster this time though, and she found herself stepping back with each successive attack. Then, Bentre took a step to the right, and Tasha juked to one side in anticipation of the next strike.
The human Obelisk smiled at this. Instead of swinging his lightsaber again, he stretched out unexpectantly, giving a sharp tug on her hanging lekku. Immediately, Tasha felt an excruciating pain come through her. “Is this brave enough for you?” Bentre smiled down at her as she winced, trying to force away the pain. Her reactions seemed to only further goad on the other Guardian though. He squeesed her Lekku a little harder, to send a cascade of pain through her body.
“Or do I need to do something a little more underhanded?” He raised an eyebrow, his face showing excitement suddenly. “With something like,” he deactivated his lightsaber, setting it aside as the smaller Obelisk squirmed for some semblance of relief from the trauma. His hand went to vibroknife, which he brought up in one smooth motion, driving the blade into the surrendering flesh of her brain tails. “This?” he said simply, his words unheard over her screams.
Despite the great pain she found herself in, Tasha fought to keep control of herself. Unless she did something to alleviate the pain, she was going to pass out. She would never hear the end of this from that kriffing proud human at this rate. She had to do something to shut him up. Looking through tear-blurred eyes, Tasha gritted her teeth. If she could release his grip, she could put him on the ground. That might serve to shut the eternal maw he called a mouth.
Summoning up every bit of will she could muster, Tasha tried to draw upon the Force, to strengthen her resolve. As her anger grew, she felt her muscles cease their shaking, and even as the pain tore through her, she was able to grit her teeth and stop the convulsions. She did not have long to act, but she was quickly running out of options. Luckily, she still managed to keep her lightsaber in a vice-like grip. Pulling the weapon up close to herself, the twi'lek felt the heat on her lekku as the weapon passed through Bentre's flesh almost effortlessly.
With a cry like a wounded animal, the human pulled back, bellowing something unintelligible. The pain did not increase, but her desperate gamble was so quick the muscles were still clenched upon her. Even as blood dripped from the bloody stump, Tasha felt her strength leaving her. The pain was becoming overwhelming, and in the middle of the library, she lost consciouness. Bentre would think twice the next time he saw here. Besides, there would be plenty of time to put him in his place later.
This is a bit of a run-on sentence. Try to watch out for these as they are a common pitfall for writers. Also, you are close to repeating the venue post. It is good to play on the picture painted in that first post, but be careful not to repeat or rewrite it.
Additionally, you wrote "the statue of situated in the middle". Missing a word here.
When referring to a being by their race, it becomes a proper noun and should be capitalized.
Should be "he forced his tone".
"It's" is a contraction of "It is", "Its" is the possessive.
Be wary of using phrases like this in the future. "Son of Sadow" is a title within Clan Naga Sadow and this could be misconstrued by others. Consider using "disciple of Sadow" instead. No points were docked, but I wanted to make sure you were aware.