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!”
“Welcooome back to rooooound TWO of the Galactic Kaggath.
“Facing off across the platforms - oh ho ho - do we have a show for you TONIGHT. Reprising her role as the hunter in the shadows, the arrow in the darkness, it’s ALLYSON LOCKE!”
“And standing across from her, it is the Lord of Darkness himself, the Master of Shadows, the TSIS’KAAR, DARTH MAAAALUUUUUUUUUUUUM!”
Allyson Locke
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Darth Malum of House Marr