"All exist to sustain me, even the meek."
If he still had functioning eyes, they'd be rolling. What utterly melodramatic drivel, one could only guess that Kaine took most of their inspiration from comic book villains. He honestly wished he had a recorder on his person, if only so he could replay this quote whenever some Sith screeched about how they were the ones being persecuted.
Not that he imagined it would have much effect, but Aaran would have endless fun trying to imagine their facial reactions.
His attention drawn back into the present, he noted with some annoyance that his counter-attack was being tampered with. His irritation was not born out of fear or worry, but simply due to the fact that causality warping and space-time buggery was an utter pain to deal with most of the time.
But it was the display of entropy that he found amusing, the dropping of temperature, the crystallisation of the water in the air, the truly fearsome visage the Sith Lich took before him.
All it drew from him was a slight chuckle.
"You do realise you're putting on a show for a blind man right?" He queried, his tone never once wavering, stance not so much as shifting defensively, even as the clawed hand was raised towards him, as tremendous power was gathered, readied and aimed to annihilate him.
"Or are you like a Loth-Cat? Puffing yourself up when you're spooked?"
It was becoming more and more apparent that the Jedi in front of him refused to be intimidated, swayed or otherwise coerced. After all,. how could he? Here was the former Dark Lord, former Emperor of a failed state, a man who despite constantly proclaiming himself a deity, failed time and time again to actually show his chops.
The majority of their achievements were built off the backs of others. All the Sith had going for them was an insidious cult of personality, full of sycophants and idiots. No one of actual true strength or conviction, just empty power.
He may be blind, but Aaran saw through to the core of the thing, no longer a man, in front of him. Empty, hollow, vain, demanding that a Galaxy that was swiftly moving past them stop and pay attention, terrified that others would eventually come to the same realisation that Aaran had come to. That he was not something to be feared, to be respected. But just another sociopath that wanted adoration, never realising that such a thing was well within reach if they ever let go of their own vanity.
"Do you feel that, Jedi? A little girl is trying to soothe their fears, their anxieties. How long do you think she can manage?."
"Amazing that a little girl can find the courage to stand against you. Maybe you're not as scary as you think you are." He had to admit, he was impressed by the resolve of the Padawans present, when faced with a foe beyond their power, they stood firm and together. Willing to put others ahead of themselves, not succumbing to their base natures, but rising to a higher ideal.
Their masters would be proud.
It was then the next temper tantrum of the Sith emerged, darkening of the cloud, the rumble of thunder, the general ominous nonsense that again belied just how pathetic the Sith were, needing such pageantry to intimidate others.
Again, one had to ask who were they trying to prove their power to? Themself or their opponents?
""Perhaps she should surrender to the darkness, it is only inevitable.""
“You’re eventually going to die. Why not kill yourself now and save someone the effort?” Aaran posited back, throwing such ridiculous logic back in their face.
“I’ll be honest, every time I’ve seen or heard you fight, its always against those weaker than you. In the end you’re nothing more than a bully.”
He raised a hand, reaching up to the sky, the unnatural weather beginning to still as soon as it formed, his own fingers twisting in a slight gesture as he began to simply ask the planet around him for some aid in expelling this parasite.
“So let's see how compelling your arguments look when there’s someone around who will stand up to you.”
And with that, his hand fell with a deafening crack, the storm cloud cleared and the sun broke through the squall, and around Kaine, the earth cracked and cratered, as a tremendous impact came from above, as several thousand tons of harmless gas was drawn down in an instant, dispersing the malicious weather and attempting to bury the dark lord under the weight of the sky itself.
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