The Dread Palace, Oricon
As a Miraluka, the Force was D'leah's sight. She could not see physical attributes, only the presence of others in the Force. She knew Xenli wasn't a typical Sith, hence her relative ease of trusting her for the time being.
Xenli tapped her on the back. "We've got company, Jedi." She sounded irritated.
Raptus was reclined on his throne. He was smirking, and his presence in the Force haunted D'leah. "Such minds..."
"I can sense your despair at losing your friend. Surrender, and we can arrange a peace treaty." It was stupid, and it was a long shot, but D'leah had to try.
"Foolish Jedi, always seeking peace. Learn to embrace insanity." He drew his lightsaber and charged.
Thankfully, D'leah was light on her feet. She managed to dodge him and drew her own blade. "You need to stop."
"Is the child trying to lecture me? How delightful!" He tried to slash at her back, but she parried it and held her ground.
Xenli brought up the rear, her lightsabers lighting the fury in her eyes. "Don't patronize her. Or me, for that matter. You know how this ends."
"Defending a Jedi? Truly, you are a more pathetic Wrath than Scourge."
"And you're fucking annoying."
"Fucking annoying? No, that was Lord Tyrans with your sister."
"Okay, that's it!" Xenli began to duel him fiercely, snarling as her lightsabers clashed with Raptus' and lit up his chamber.
D'leah joined the melee, letting the Force guide her. Eventually, the two women had the upper hand.
Raptus refused to give in. "Come, Jedi. Finish me!"
"You should try to embrace the Force. It would bring you peace."
"You and your traitorous mother are both stupid, insufferable-"
Xenli was fed up. Curling herself into a ball, she rolled under Raptus with such force that a sickening crack echoed throughout the room. She turned to D'leah, sensing her discomfort. "Did I go too far?"
"He did refuse to surrender, but you need to work on your temper."
"Jaesa hasn't done enough?"
"If I may be blunt, no. Now, we need to go find the others and get out of here."