But I Am Free
Fire. Kahlil raised a hand as the flame erupted, his brow knitted together in concentration. As Darth Carnifex leapt back he made no move to follow. Instead, he focused on keeping the flames from spreading. The heat was beyond what it should be. Unnatural, like the being that created it. People had come to watch, just as Valery Noble feared. The match between the trio was too close on par, elongating the danger as people emerged from where they hid.
What did they think they would find? This was not their god, just some cultist, right?
The flames died down as he listened to the figures words. "No." Kahlil spoke calmly, turning his gaze as the saber extinguished. "The destiny He wants isn't what's going to happen. I'm going to stop Him. You and all who follow Him will see He's nothing more than a broken man who dived too deep into the Dark." Perhaps it really was the calmness of his companion that kept him from succumbing to the darkness around them. There were plenty of emotions that rushed through him, but none escaped him. Calm, serenity. If only he felt this when he saw his father the last time.
"Surrender and you will be spared."