Nyrscha smiled maliciously as the padawan weakly grasped at his throat, futilely trying to remove the phantom fingers strangling his life from him. She used the Force to drag the padawan closer until her lips were almost touching his ear, the fabric of her hood brushing against his cheek. "And just remember, my dear little padawn," she whispered in a sultry voice, "there is no death, there is only the force." With those words, she snapped his neck and let his body fall to the ground next to her other victim, another padawan, this one female. She surveyed her handiwork with a slight smirk on her lips. The pair of padawans made a lovely picture, the two corpses in identical robes laying side by side. It was a pity she was on a tight schedule. She would have loved to make the pair scream a while before they died. She turned away from the scene and exited the ruined structure she had lured the padawans into. Two padawans down, one master to go. Nyrscha fingered the elegant saberstaff strapped to her belt. The master would have sensed the deaths of her padawans and was probably already on her way here. It was unlikely that the master suspected a sith had killed her padawans, after all there was plenty of things on Taris capable of killing a few barely trained force users. All Nyrscha needed to do was wait. She backed into the shadow of another ruined structure where she had a clear view of all approaches to her position and settled down to await her prey.