“Friend? Ha, it seems to me you’re more than friends. Does it rankle you that I took your lover away from you, that he’s embraced something that you don’t have the guts for little boy? It’s adorable after all that once you’ve had your training wheels taken off and been given a real lightsaber that you are able to speak so boldly to one who’s been doing this for years.” She had stopped paying full attention to Areticus and instead had her gaze looking down at his feet where the dust was settling from their engagement and his own movements.
“I’ll tell you what, if you beat me I’ll give a piece of him back to you, maybe a hand, a foot or if you are really lucky and since you seem to be pining for him I’ll give you his heart. I can construct a replacement for him anyway,” she sneered and snapped her attention back up in time to see a flash of anger cross the Knight’s face. As all three illusions moved in she threw out her hand once more then flicked it forcefully up. Dust, debris, and parts of whatever was lying around suddenly erupted upwards in a wave straight in front of the three versions of Areticus.
She moved in, raising her saber to block a diagonal thrust from the Areticus on the right and, in turn, took a piercing slice from the one in the middle; however, her resolve held and she managed to just parry a blow from the third before she lashed out with her foot, catching the last illusion just below the groin. As the Areticus, she attacked stumbled she heard the whistling of two sabers lunge towards her back. Awaiting for the impact, she drew back her own saber and then brought it down and around, crashing the metallic hilt into the jaw of her opponent. He stumbled and rocked to the side. As he did, she felt the lack of impact against her back and sneered, following up her assault with a swift kick to the midsection with her cybernetic leg, which sent the man before her sprawling into the dirt.
“I may not be the quickest observer but I can do a fair job at working things out when my opponent doesn't stop talking.” she rounded again to deliver another brutal kick but felt a burning sensation slide through her organic tissue and burst through the front.
“So can I stupid woman,” he muttered in her ear as the final illusion she had just whaled on vanished before her eyes. “Now you will not harm Felix. You will not corrupt Felix, or...why are you laughing?”
Ophelia, though in pain, had begun giggling away and shaking with mirth, as Areticus moved to disengage his saber from her body she turned allowing the blade to cut along and break out of her side. The smell of burnt flesh invaded their senses and she grinned, closing her eyes as if enjoying every moment of it.
“Pain is pleasure my dear, and now I've found you and now you shall break.” her eyes connected with his and something passed between them and then nothing. Ophelia pushed away clutching her side as Areticus looked at her dumbfounded momentarily as nothing seemed to happen, then a nagging doubt began to creep upon him.
“You’ve already done things to Felix haven’t you? That’s why you weren’t phased by what I said or the warnings. It’s too late to do anything for him. No that’s not right he would have told me.” he shook his head to clear the thoughts. “No no everything's fine. Felix is fine, I'm winning this.”
Ophelia sat herself down and kept her gaze fixed on him. “Nothing is fine my dear, Felix is right now undergoing surgery to make him more complete. You have failed. You’ve lost this match, what you stand for and him.”
“No, you lie you witch! But...wait maybe you don’t. What have you done! No no no no NO!” he dropped to his knees and thrust his head into his hands holding back exclamations of disbelief, fear entered his mind and regardless of how he thought it more doubts replaced whatever ones he rationalized. “Felix is fine...no he chose you over me. He wanted this, I've lost Felix. YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME!”
The snap hiss of Ophelia’s saber could be just heard under his yelling and shortly after a searing sensation filled his body starting from his right wrist down. As Areticus focused, he noticed his hand was simply gone; his lightsaber rolled along the floor. He then noticed Ophelia move to his left, stoop and pick something up, pocketing it within her cloak.
“My kindest regards boy, this will come in handy I am sure,” she smirked. “Now I'll bid my farewell.”
He sprung to his feet, attempted to pick up his saber with his off hand and as he did, it rolled away from him causing him to lose his balance and tumble to the ground. He looked up towards Ophelia and her outstretched hand. Pain wracked her face but she still had it in her to nudge his lightsaber out of reach each time he made a grab for it. Bored, or just unable to concentrate anymore she tugged with the Force and Areticus watched his saber fly into her hand.
“Cute, a duelist’s saber. I’ll hold onto this for now and have it passed along when we get home. If you get home. I’ll give my regards to Felix for you.” with that she simply turned and limped from the chamber. Arm clutching her side as the pain finally overtook the sensation of pleasure she had been feeling before.
“Oh so do I.” she muttered aloud as she walked away from him.
“So do I, what?” he muttered as he clutched his stump to his side using the force in an attempt to control the pain.
“Prefer my woman organic. Thanks for the Trophies kid, safe trip.”
"...it’s grand features..."
"The wind ripped around again and her cloak tugged against her neck before falling back to cover her. Knee high boots trudged through the filth and her corseted dress barely protected her from the abuse the environment had decided to throw her way."