Cui Bono?
Molten rock covered the arena floor, churning under the pressure of its own heat. The dying corpse of the Wroyshr tree lit up with flame, descending steadily as its base burned away. Great branches broke away and were quickly consumed by the lava. As it devoured the last remnants of the first round’s environment, the second round’s stage took shape.
Platforms were scattered throughout the arena. They ranged from small ones which could barely hold one person to larger ones that evoked small duelling rings. Dozens of them floated at various heights, their machinery shielded against the heat from below.
Together, they formed the battleground for this round: a precarious battle above all-consuming lava with limited space to stand on.
Those who fell would be incinerated by the lava and forgotten in a tomb of molten rock.
The announcer’s voice cut through the excited chatter of the crowds as the combatants were ferried into the arena on small, floating platforms: “In remembrance of the Battle of Mustafar, fought by the First Order and the Galactic Alliance many decades ago, we present to you the second battlefield of the Kaggath!”
“Weeeelcome back for ROUND TWOOOO! Standing on the platform, the masked six-eyed demon herself, the tenacious, the terrible, the Darth Vireliiiiaaaaa.”
“And facing her across the platform, the Scout Extraordinaire, she’s mean, she’s lean, and she’s here to shoot your dream, it’s CT-312!”
Thirty minutes after the chaos and carnage of round one. Five minutes after the sudden announcement of a bounty that ripped through the arena like wildfire. The second round… began.
“CHALLENGERS! BEGIN!”
Darth Virelia
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CT-312