In the middle of the Desert, Tatooine
Blistering was the only word adequate enough to describe the environment that the Mandalorian now found himself within. Above, twin suns glared down upon him; mercilessly assaulting his armored form with hundreds of degrees worth of heat. What's more, the ocean of sand upon which he tread was of the brightest hue imaginable and reflected the same heat; as if to spite his body intentionally. There was no wind, for that would be a concession of mercy...and the desert was ignorant to the meaning of the word. Some would wonder, "Why would any man willingly leap into the jaws of hell?" For those weak, or sane, the answer would be obvious: "There is no reason, under the Sun, why any man would subject themselves to this Torment."
However, Isley Verd prided himself on being strong; and these days the state of his sanity was...questionable. Perhaps it was the fact that, with each and every day, the Mandalorian delved deeper into the Dark Side of the Force...and that resulted in a phenomenal sum of confidence. Not to be confused with overconfidence, of course; but this was the sort of sureness in one's ability that made them easily recognize the weakness or potential in others. It was this state of mind that inspired the Mandalorian to hold himself back in combat ventures these days. When facing off against an enemy, one on one, Isley found himself pulling punches in order to allow the battles to rage longer. Whether it was against a holdout member of the defunct Sith Empire, or ruffians encountered during side jobs, Isley could not bring himself to go all out at present.
As the fight would end too quickly.
Thus, the Mandalorian sought out a challenge, for it was absolutely unbearable to go on living this way! He searched high and low, and finally discovered one whose might was comprable to his own: a relatively new addition to the Grand Council known as Ket Van Derveld. Isley knew next to nothing about this man, save for the fact that his power was immense...and that was knowledge enough to challenge the man to a battle. Of course, the location would have to be such that collatoral damage would be meaningless, which ruled out a traditional bout within any of the Templar Sanctums. Due to this fact, Isley set his sights upon the most desolate world that came immediately to mind: Tatooine, and designated it to be the site of their clash.
And so, the Mandalorian was the first to arrive at the designated point, which was the ruins of a city wrought from stone and clay. It had long-since been abandoned for eons; last inhabited when the world was a utopia of water and vegetation. Here, the two Masters of the Templar Order could finally let loose and fight to the very apex of their abilities. Here, Isley could finally live out the creed which had slowly, but surely, formed within the rear of his mind in order to validate his very existence. "If one is Strong, he lives. If one is Weak, he dies. The Weak only exist as sustainence for the Strong."
@[member="Ket Van Derveld"].