--Gitane paced silently along the shore of a rocky beach. The waters of the incoming tide hit violently against the rocks, glimering with dots of the near-blinding evening star. Gitane fingered the metallic hilt of her saber axchieously. She would repay the foul Jedi for his thoughts of pity.

A quiet roar of impatience escaped the Sith's lips as she swept her arm through the air, a wave of sand scattering around her. Where was the disgusting creature?

Quiet footsteps padded along the sand behind her and Gitane quickly turned around, sending the blood-thirsty streak of light to life with a familiar *snap*hiss*--