[center][h2] Xanthippe Naberrie [/h2][/center]

Instinctively, I activate my main lightsaber. It slides out of my sleeve and sparks a violet blade. However, I do not attack. "I 'reek' of magick because I have been using it to protect myself, you dolt! I've been fighting for my life all morning!" I hold my lightsaber in a Makashi defensive stance. "Why is it whenever something goes wrong, you assume it's my fault?! Why can't you just accept that I'm not the bad guy anymore?!"

[center][h2] Mandalore the Risen [/h2][/center]

I watch the exchange from a distance, ready to drop in and help take the witch down if necessary.