Hell’s Prophet
Blood dripped from the tip of his dagger as Kryos made his way into the atrium of the outpost. Two bodies lay collapsed on the floor behind him, slowly staining the stone tiles red. They never even got off a shot.
“I know you’re here,” Kryos taunted, sliding the blade into its sheath and pulling back his hood. “Come out and face me!” In a flash, he drew his lightsaber and ignited the crimson blade, allowing the hum to fill the silence as he awaited his opponent.
OOC: Just looking for a short form duel. No background or setup, just two FUs battling it out with lightsabers in short posts back and forth.
“I know you’re here,” Kryos taunted, sliding the blade into its sheath and pulling back his hood. “Come out and face me!” In a flash, he drew his lightsaber and ignited the crimson blade, allowing the hum to fill the silence as he awaited his opponent.
OOC: Just looking for a short form duel. No background or setup, just two FUs battling it out with lightsabers in short posts back and forth.