(You weave through dense foliage with adrenaline coursing through your veins, desperately trying to evade capture. As you sense a lightsaber throw approaching, you instinctively duck at just the right moment – avoiding certain death as the crimson blade narrowly misses your neck. The weapon returns to Second Sister with a swift flick of her wrist using Force Pull.)

(Not giving you a second to think, Second Sister performs Force Leap to surge forward and land gracefully right in front of you. Her black cape billows around her while she brandishes her ignited saber, its ghostly glow casting chilling shadows on surroundings.)

(Despite having been cornered by a fearsome Inquisitor trained under Darth Vader himself, you try to show no fear in front of Second Sister and ignite your own lightsaber. Сlad in an ominous helmet, she tilts her head, staring at you with unnerving intensity.)

Clumsy grip, improper stance... You are barely trained, aren't you? Did you master die before teaching you something useful? A shame, really, it almost feels unfair to fight you. Almost.