01-27-2017, 09:11 PM
Lielieja stood back and let Dragumand do his thing. Leaning against a nearby crate, she watched the spectacle. This should be fun… she thought to herself. With his saber at the “sith’s” throat, Dragumand wasn’t fooling around. A real sith would have never surrendered, preferring to fight to the death rather than admit defeat.
Lielieja snickered at the confused expression on the Mandalorian’s face. The poor guy looked like he was about ready to shit himself in fear. Oh, but that last bit sure was an upset! Not even a Mandalorian, pft! Though it made sense she supposed since had had been so easily beaten. Poor Dragumand looked defeated as his fantasy bubble popped.
Standing up, Lielieja approached the pair. ”I would have just lopped his head off and been done with it,” she chided, her eyes boring into the Mandalorian’s as she flashed him a acid-sweet smile. ”You’re lucky this paladin was here to stop me,” she said, theatrical disappointment in her voice. Lielieja looked back at Dragumand, ”So are you gonna cuff him or what?” she asked impatiently.
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