Soneer noticed them and he can guarantee so could that freshly newly healed companion of sorts too. She, as he discovered, was distancing away from him and hugging to the walls, trailing and he can hear the shifts of the sands underneath. It was impossible to miss it but something else caught his attention.
That aura of anger and abandonment and betrayal like himself yet it was a simple emotion. Beings, he learned himself were such complex people, like himself. Ever so tipped with emotion and like a cornered animal they lash out.
Then that feral beast raised himself smashing the sands with it's rock claws from the sands and screamed with its deafening force. Staggered if only a little he took a stance grabbing his worn out lightsaber, it fitted into his right hand.
Studying the large armored rock-like quadruple beast, he can't really notice anything weak spots but by just fighting. And he would do that he did for his four recruit years with the sith empire and he ran meeting his master, and later on spending those two years with the Jedi with each perspectives sceptical.
Waiting for the beasts move it did so spectacularly, by charging and just letting loose, he jumped back each time it got close but tried used the force to push it back and it didn't work.
The beast still continued it's assault and that angered him.
His chest thundered and his blood felt heat, too much heat that he wants to kill and maimed this...distraction.
His hands wanted to rip those ridiculous arms of that
thing, and he let loose.
He charged and he savagely let his sabers slander the spots of incapacitating the things functions to continue walking. He circled the animal,
and it too, was growing even more feral at him just throwing its hardened arms and legs to try and squash him. Finally watching it fall with burn marks located anywhere on the hidious smell,
He approached it and raised his lightsaber and buried it on its head.
Now that.
Pleasured his anger.
Such a foolish animal but he was sated of his fueling revenge for only a little. Pulling his weapon out he looked around and winced his bruised arm that creature impressively actually got a hit on him despite his weakened state. He closed his eyes and looked into the force his head hurted but prevailed. Waiting and listening nothing was in the sand.
For now.
He realizes that with no obstacles he can find that emotion again, following the force it felt oddly like his emotions and he wondered faithful with the force until he stopped at the entrance of a cave which is in summarizing a tomb made for deadliest and history changing Sith Lords.
Hesitating he thinks back with the empire on the history behind the tombs when in dedication and honor them bury them, but some with the will and power come from the grave and kill those uninvited to their burial.
Force Ghost, highly rare skills for one to achieve and to beat, powerful people and someone he doesn't want to trife to become another body in there. He was processing what to do when his head becomes heavy and blurry, he doesn't notice the space in front of him become clear as a pure sith ghost looking at him indifferent.
Soneer's muscles ached and he was under the impression It was of exhaustion and pain from his bare wounds. But in actuality the sith was looking into sal'o, his memories and at his true heart of what he desired. And it was not such a thing he would ever thought for a sith. But with intrigued curiosity, he would let his old friend accompany this chained young sith and watch what actions he would do for his future. Until the time comes for interface of a even larger threat, he would wait and watch.
After the ghost fused into Soneer, a lightsaber shots out of the sand and directly lands in front of Sal'o and waited for its new master to serve again.
To help spill the blood of the traitors that dare turn their backs from his new master.
