[ With everything that's happened recently, Anakin feels trapped. Pulled between what the Jedi Order expects of him while not trusting him, and the nightmares of Padmé's death and the lingering thoughts of what the Chancellor spoke to him about in the darkness of the opera house.
If it were possible to save her from dying, could the Sith actually have the answer? Not for the first time, he regrets killing Dooku. He still doesn't fully understand why he'd done it. That wasn't the Jedi way.. his anger had just gotten the better of him again. The same anger he can feel building in his chest reaches its peak and darkens into rage.
Anakin's glare shifts from the clone trooper crumpled on the ground and to the witch down the hall. He needs to do something. As furious as he is with the trooper, he doesn't want to seriously hurt him. Sith hells, he hadn't wanted to fight him in the first place. Closing the distance between himself and Slick, he points an angry, accusatory finger at him as he stalks past. ]
Stay down!
[ As he starts to close the distance between himself and the witch, he unclips the saber from his belt with practiced ease, igniting the blade. His speed picks up and he cleaves the witch's arms off with one over-arching swing of the blade. Her head follows with another twist of his wrist and he watches it roll across the floor impassively. It didn't help as much as he'd wanted it to. ]
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[ With everything that's happened recently, Anakin feels trapped. Pulled between what the Jedi Order expects of him while not trusting him, and the nightmares of Padmé's death and the lingering thoughts of what the Chancellor spoke to him about in the darkness of the opera house.
If it were possible to save her from dying, could the Sith actually have the answer? Not for the first time, he regrets killing Dooku. He still doesn't fully understand why he'd done it. That wasn't the Jedi way.. his anger had just gotten the better of him again. The same anger he can feel building in his chest reaches its peak and darkens into rage.
Anakin's glare shifts from the clone trooper crumpled on the ground and to the witch down the hall. He needs to do something. As furious as he is with the trooper, he doesn't want to seriously hurt him. Sith hells, he hadn't wanted to fight him in the first place. Closing the distance between himself and Slick, he points an angry, accusatory finger at him as he stalks past. ]
Stay down!
[ As he starts to close the distance between himself and the witch, he unclips the saber from his belt with practiced ease, igniting the blade. His speed picks up and he cleaves the witch's arms off with one over-arching swing of the blade. Her head follows with another twist of his wrist and he watches it roll across the floor impassively. It didn't help as much as he'd wanted it to. ]