Are you sure?
Those words drove Sahra with every leap, every dodge, every swipe of her saber.
Are you sure you can do this? Yes... dodge the droid as it fired at her.
Are you sure you are ready to become a Knight? Yes... leap up onto the pillar, then down to slash it in half.
Are you sure you can leave Jack behind if you need to? Yes... leap up and land on the pillar while using Force Pull to drag a large pillar fragment into the back of another drone...
... and miss...
"Disengage!" Sahra hollered and the three remaining drones stopped their attacks and hovered in place.
She leapt down and growled as the stone that missed the droid was hefted with the flick of her hand and slammed harder than necessary into the hovering droid. The sound of it being crushed and falling to the ground made her smile and take a deep breath.
Her trials were soon and she needed to be absolutely sure of herself. So why was the Force Bond with Jack giving her trouble? It was a strength, right? To bind them so they would be stronger together than apart. A feral scream of rage left her lips and filled the air. She flexed her Force Aura and the Barrier she pulled to her was suddenly slung out away from her. The droids slammed into the training pillars of stone, one shattering on impact, the other being disabled and sent to the sandy floor of the arena. Everything within twenty feet was affected. Lighter debris was shoved aside, and heavier objects rolled or toppled slightly depending on their relation to the epicenter. As she let the bellow die down, she pushed the button on her saber to turn it off. The dark haired Sith Apprentice was certainly lovely in her raging glory. Or at least, that's what Jack told her enough times. Her hair, ebony black, hung around her face like a demon's halo, and her eyes were rimmed in red from the rage, but not with true Sith power, but simple Force power that hadn't bled away into her aura again. And her skin, clothed in a sleeveless tunic top, matching leggings and knee high boots, shone in the moonlight as almost porcelain white. She stood there, her back to the edge of the arena as she reveled in the after glow of the rage blast.