Bound By Fate
The rhythmic crackle of energy rang out through the crisp morning air. A furious scuffle of boots on snowy stone as two figures danced back and forth, one wielding a blade of brilliant amethyst and the other a blade of furious sunfire. Brown and black cloaks swept gracefully with their movements, their clothes tousled by the frigid wind. Each sought to overtake the other, a bitter duel that would leave one or the other's blood to stain the snowdrift crimson.
They seemed evenly matched, their movements lined up in concert as they moved from attack to defense and then back to attack. Their breaths exuded in thick puffs of white clouds, their skin slick with perspiration. The Sith's entire body seemed to vibrate with energy, with barely constrained rage. In contrast, the Jedi was calm and still, his brow knit in focused determination. They were the epitome of their Orders, the Light and the Dark.
Red saber flashed as the Sith lunged, the Jedi's amethyst blade rising to meet it. They clashed, sparks flying. Unlike before, they held the saberlock as they glared deep into each other's eyes; neither relenting. The Sith reached out with his right hand, holding the blade against his enemy's with his left, and the Jedi girded himself for an attack through the insidious Dark Side. Lightning had stained the air in their duel in prior struggles, the stone and snow around them bearing the scars of its crackling power.
This time, however, was different.
A smaller blade slipped out from within the Sith's cloak, called towards his outstretched hand through the Force. The blade ignited, far shorter than the weapons they already wielded, the tip cutting a shallow valley through the Jedi's midsection. There was hardly anytime to process what had happened, as the Sith swung the shoto down through the Jedi's saber-arm just above the elbow. Their lightsaber deactivated as his arm tumbled to the ground impotently, fingers still clutching the inert blade.
Falling to his knees, the Jedi was stricken by a deep pain, but he did not cry out. He knew that it was over, and thus resigned himself to a dignified death. The Sith obliged him, and swept his longer blade down through the Jedi's neck, severing the head from the body.
Breathing heavily, the Sith deactivated his blades and stepped away from the body. He turned his bright yellow eyes towards the yawning stairwell behind him. He'd fought hard to get to this point, killed many Jedi, and set entire villages aflame. His master, his Lord-Father, had sent him to Vandor on a very specific quest. The Jedi had been protecting something beneath the ice-tipped Iridium Mountains for many years, keeping it hidden from those that would use it for their own ends. Long has his Lord-Father sought what the Jedi had kept from him, and now he was on the cusp of acquiring it.
Kaahlil allowed himself a brief smile before descending down into the darkness.