The Donari would forever remember the night their torment had created a real monster. The Donari would never forget the flames, or the pain, or the fear that he instilled within them

Never would the Donari forget the name Kenobi.

A cold, menacing force of air washed over Satine, Balik and the rest of the guards as they heard the sound of metal being twisted out of shape. Obi-Wan's restraints fell to his feet. The captive creatures squealed and shrieked in agitation, some moving to the furthest corner their cells would allow away from the Padawan, sensing the darkness the Mandalorians could not.

"Now Jedi, don't get too excited." Balik said, smacking his whip against one hand, as his guards shifted their weapons to their unintentionally released captive. His smile faltered, Balik's confidence wavering for the first time ever. It was not simply the removal of the Jedi's cuffs that had caused the chief to worry, he had little doubts that he could still handle the man with his magic, it was more the aura he was emitting. This power had not been there a moment before, so new and unrefined, a predator just coming to terms with its strength. Balik had faced many a deadly animal to know when to savour a hunt, and when to end it swiftly. In this sudden shift of events, it was, undoubtedly, the latter.

"Kill him!" Balik spat, flicking his whip in the air, and tossing it over his head, ready to strike Obi-Wan as the guards did the same with their own variety of weapons, their swords and spears already raised for the attack.

Obi-Wan's response was hauntingly calm. He raised an unwavering hand towards Balik and with a pull that almost dislocated the chief's shoulder, the whip was yanked out of his grip and into Obi-Wan's outstretched hand. The Padawan looked at the weapon he had just acquired, curiously, as if he hadn't quite expected that to work. One of the younger guards made the mistake of thinking this was her opportunity to attack, that the Jedi was too distracted by his new acquisition to notice her, inching closer, from his blind spot.

Obi-Wan didn't even look at her as he stretched out his free hand in her direction. The woman gagged suddenly, clawing at her throat as she felt a sudden pressure around her neck, constricting her airways and hindering her breathing. As she struggled against the invisible hold, she was lifted off the ground, the tips of her boots just scraping the muddied surface. Neither the chief nor the other guards even tried to move to help their companion as she dropped her weapons, the metal making an echoing clanking sound upon coming in contact with the ground. As the woman struggled with her words, her pleas for mercy came out as nothing more than a choked gag as she continued to claw at her invisible hold. Obi-Wan shifted his position slightly, so he could look at the woman. His face was still a mask of emotionlessness, like he could not actually see nor comprehend the things around him, the things he himself was doing. Even as the women's movements became more sluggish and her eyes began to cloud, he didn't even flinch but looked on.

Just as spontaneously as his attack had begun, he seemed to lose interest in the dying woman as, without even physically touching her, he tossed her to the side. Her limp body crashed into one of her fellow guards and sent the two crashing into one of the cages. Its contents, a frightened man, cowered even further into his corner as he watched, horror struck, at the events that unfolded before him. The two guards shifted their bodies slightly, but were still soon after that, passing out from the impact.

"Stop gawking like fools and finish him!" Balik yelled, causing his guards to reluctantly shift their weapons back to the Jedi. In a fluid, silent motion, Obi-Wan turned back to Balik, his emotionless eyes caused a cold chill to run down Balik's spine. He knew that he was this man's ultimate target. Almost in sync, the remaining guards took a step towards Obi-Wan, their weapons so close they could almost touch him but the Padawan had no interest in them, he could not look away from their chief.

There was an unexpected shift in Obi-Wan's face, as if he finally recognized the man before him, finally remembered what he had done, and finally a single emotion stained his face- hatred. He took one step towards Balik and, from that step an explosion of Force, a shockwave almost, sent the guards, and all the other onlookers, flying backwards.T heir weapons were forced out of their reach as each guard collided with a cell door or wall, all crumpling to the ground without another movement. Most had passed out from the impact but some feigned their stillness, their survival instincts overcoming their warrior blood for they knew, if they tried to face him again, they would not survive.

However, Balik was not chief in name alone. He staggered to his feet, already having grasped a weapon, a sword, from where it had landed after its owner had been tossed aside. Its blade shone red, and emitted a deadly gleam in the torch light. He held it with both hands as he watched Obi-Wan walk slowly towards him. The Jedi's anger grew with each step he took. Balik raised the sword, releasing a yell meant to intimidate his opponent, even the most seasoned warrior would have flinched at the sound. However, Obi-Wan Kenobi did not. The chief's attack stopped, unable to complete his swing, as if it had hit an invisible barrier. Obi-Wan had simply raised his hand, that was all the effort it had taken to conjure the Force and stop the attack.

Balik took a surprised back step when his attack bounced back but he swiftly retaliated trying to attack again, side stepping this time. Obi-Wan responded by attacking, raising both hands and lifting the man off the ground with one as, still using the Force, he twisted one of the man's wrists in an unnatural position. A sickening crack of bone shattering accompanied the chief's pained shouts. Obi-Wan held the man like that for a moment longer, satisfaction at the pain he was causing prolonging the man's torment. Something else had also caught the Padawan's attention, something that shone in the torchlight.

He reached out with the Force, finally retrieving his lightsaber from the chief. He tossed the man some distance away, sending him flying into a fresh group of guards that were just arriving at the prisons.

Obi-Wan looked down at his weapon, pleased at having finally retrieved it. Now he could finish off what he had started. His thumb hungrily caressed the ignition button and pressed it, now he could end this.

Obi-Wan raised the weapon and, without glancing at the captives, he walked past them, towards where he had thrown the chief. His next attack would be to kill. With this new, untamed power he would make him pay for what he had done, make them all pay. He wouldn't stop until the forest ran red and not even a whisper of the tribe would remain. With this power, he didn't even need to find his master, he could stop this war all by himself. This feeling, Obi-Wan felt unstoppable.

The Padawan raised his lightsaber and, with confident strides, continued to walk towards where Balik had been thrown. Obi-Wan had never taken a sentient being's life before, but that man… he was no man at all.

As he continued his steady step, his movements were halted when he felt something wrap itself around his chest. A pair of hands. They weren't big or strong and, in all honesty, Obi-Wan only stopped out of irritation. Had one of the guards awoken and were trying to play the hero and stop him? He gritted his teeth in annoyance. He had wanted to strike Balik down first, but he could wait a few more seconds. Obi-Wan adjusted his weapon, raising it, ready to strike down whoever had had the gall to delay him. He turned, in his rage barely thinking twice of what he had planned to do. However, as he slowly turned, ready to strike his assailant down, he faltered when he saw who had dared stop him.

Satine, her face barely visible as it was pressed against his back. He could feel her tears seeping through his robes, mingling with the numb rage that had overpowered him. This feeling continued to spread as the duchess continued to sob tears, tears, Obi-Wan realised, he had caused her to shed.

"Please Obi-Wan." She sobbed into his clothes as she pulled him closer to herself, feeling his heartbeat under her hands. "Don't become the monster you saved me from!"

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