Duel The Old and Careless

[Jegy Sesara]

Weapons: Scout Blaster, Inquisitor Lightsaber
Tag: Darth Valor

Finally, the two were left alone. The gleam of what was considered a "Lords" lightsaber, filled the place with red as the echo and vibration of the lightsaber bounced off the area. Slowly, he would undo the cuffs of his Imperial Uniform, loosening them up as he took pride in his outfit that he had worn since the days of the Galactic Empire. Putting it to the side, he let his natural chest and back be on fully display, pulling from the uniform his hidden lightsaber that was rather well put together. Gleaming from songsteel, it was a direct contrast from the darkened steel of his enemy. Speaking out loud, he slowly walked back towards the center as he starts to twist on the lightsaber side to side.

"I have faced for so long, the Light and the Dark. I want you to understand before I turn this on, how many people I have killed in the name of the Galactic Empire, before you were possibly born. Two Jedi, twelve sensitives in the Force, a supposed Sith Lord, an actual Sith Lord reincarnated, several rebellion special forces, two Moffs, three Commanders, two Inquisitors and one Chief Inquisitor of Dathomir."

When he finished, he activated the split sabers one after the other, gripped tightly with his black gloves. The first one ignited in a bright blue hue in his right hand, covering the right side of his body in a glow of a brilliant blue light that symbolized the goodness in his soul, the healer for others that wanted nothing more than to be left with his family. When the other side ignited, it was of a crimson red that bathed on the left side of his body and instantly could be felt of a synthesized crystal. It was the other side of the Sullustan, a terror that was created from the evil in the galaxy, one that had shaped him into what some considered a monster.

"You have not even seen the last hundred years of what I can do. You speak of the Dark Side of the Force as if it is all the power you need? Nay...I held the power of a deity! So come forth Sith Lord, meet your destiny and await judgement at the hands of Ashla and Bogan!"

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[Darth Valor]

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Weapons: Scout Blaster, Inquisitor Lightsaber
Tag: Darth Valor

Finally, the two were left alone. The gleam of what was considered a "Lords" lightsaber, filled the place with red as the echo and vibration of the lightsaber bounced off the area. Slowly, he would undo the cuffs of his Imperial Uniform, loosening them up as he took pride in his outfit that he had worn since the days of the Galactic Empire. Putting it to the side, he let his natural chest and back be on fully display, pulling from the uniform his hidden lightsaber that was rather well put together. Gleaming from songsteel, it was a direct contrast from the darkened steel of his enemy. Speaking out loud, he slowly walked back towards the center as he starts to twist on the lightsaber side to side.

"I have faced for so long, the Light and the Dark. I want you to understand before I turn this on, how many people I have killed in the name of the Galactic Empire, before you were possibly born. Two Jedi, twelve sensitives in the Force, a supposed Sith Lord, an actual Sith Lord reincarnated, several rebellion special forces, two Moffs, three Commanders, two Inquisitors and one Chief Inquisitor of Dathomir."

When he finished, he activated the split sabers one after the other, gripped tightly with his black gloves. The first one ignited in a bright blue hue in his right hand, covering the right side of his body in a glow of a brilliant blue light that symbolized the goodness in his soul, the healer for others that wanted nothing more than to be left with his family. When the other side ignited, it was of a crimson red that bathed on the left side of his body and instantly could be felt of a synthesized crystal. It was the other side of the Sullustan, a terror that was created from the evil in the galaxy, one that had shaped him into what some considered a monster.

"You have not even seen the last hundred years of what I can do. You speak of the Dark Side of the Force as if it is all the power you need? Nay...I held the power of a deity! So come forth Sith Lord, meet your destiny and await judgement at the hands of Ashla and Bogan!"

​

 

[Darth Valor]

Darth Valor stood firm, his gaze fixed upon Jegy with unwavering determination. The flickering glow of his dual-bladed lightsaber illuminated the tense atmosphere around them. He listened as Jegy spoke of his past victories, attempting to assert his dominance. But Darth Valor was not one to be intimidated or swayed by such words.

A sly smile crept across Darth Valor's face as he activated his lightsaber, the brilliant blue and crimson blades casting an eerie glow upon his features. The two contrasting hues mirrored the conflict within him, the eternal struggle between light and darkness. He relished in the power he had honed over the years, the countless adversaries he had vanquished in the name of the Sith.

"Your list of fallen foes is indeed impressive, Major Jegy," Darth Valor retorted, his voice dripping with confidence. "But it is a mere prelude to what awaits you now. The power of the Dark Side flows through my veins, a torrent of untamed energy that will consume you."

With a swift motion, Darth Valor lunged forward, his lightsaber dancing in intricate patterns as he unleashed a barrage of calculated strikes. Each movement was executed with precision, a testament to his skill and mastery over the Force. He aimed to exploit every weakness, to exploit any opening in Jegy's defenses.

As the clash of their lightsabers echoed through the chamber, Darth Valor exuded a palpable aura of dominance. His connection to the Force guided his every move, allowing him to anticipate Jegy's attacks and swiftly counter with his own devastating maneuvers. He sought to overwhelm his opponent, to show him the true extent of his power.

"Feel the might of Darth Valor, the embodiment of darkness and power!" he declared, his voice resonating with authority. "Your arrogance shall be your downfall. Surrender now, or face the wrath of the Sith!"

With unwavering resolve, Darth Valor continued his relentless assault, pushing the boundaries of his own capabilities as he sought to assert his dominance over Jegy in this fateful duel.

 

[Jegy Sesara]

The eyes of the Sullustan would change from a green color to a sickening hue of pale green when the words were spoken from the mouth of Lord Valor. There was no more diplomacy, only conflict. He was not afraid, he was ready for the conflict that was ahead. When the swift patterns of calculated strikes occurred, the Sullustans twin blades rose up and flicked quickly, having remembered similar patterns in their past fight. For the weaknesses he attempted to probe, he would not find any...not in a Master of Soseru.

Each clash would echo in the chamber as his body moved in elegance, the skin slowly glistening with sweat as his features were...to say the least, a bit muscular but a thin kind of way. The body had not been worked out enough to build back his former physic but he was going to get that back on track in the next few months. The dominance displayed from the Sith Lord was evident, he did not back away from it though each step he had to take in defense, it was a calculated move in a very large chess game of skill.

In this entire exchange, not once did the Sullustan try to attack, he only defended himself from every attack, letting him become more and more confident in his abilities. More than once had he faced someone with this kind of skill, more than once had he met someone who believed overwhelming strength would be the way to destroy your enemy. Hearing the mans word echo, his two lightsabers would reconnect rather suddenly as a glow of purple erupted from both ends as he defended as a double-bladed lightsaber now.

"Your arrogance shall be your downfall. Surrender now, or face the wrath of the Sith!"

When that sentence was even close to being finished, the large half ring on the Inquisitors Lightsaber would smash forward and down, attempting to throw the Sith Lords lightsaber on the way down and keep it there, all the while one of the two purple blades now followed right into the chest of the Sith Lord, not in a killing manner but in a way to get his attention, to cut his clothing and to harm him just enough to make him back off for a brief moment. When the attack concluded, the Sullustan would back up and make a florish spin of the staff lightsaber while staring directly at him.

Weapons: Scout Blaster, Inquisitor Lightsaber
Darth Valor

 

[Darth Valor]

As the clash of lightsabers reverberated through the chamber, an astute observer might notice an intriguing subtlety in Darth Valor's defense. While he skillfully parried each of Jegy's calculated strikes, there was an air of preternatural grace and efficiency to his movements. It was as if he possessed an uncanny anticipation of every attack, effortlessly intercepting and neutralizing them with precise counters.

With every defensive maneuver, Darth Valor subtly infused his actions with the power of the dark side, enhancing his speed and reflexes to an extraordinary degree. His body moved with an almost supernatural fluidity, his muscles exhibiting a subtle but undeniable strength beneath their seemingly unassuming appearance.

While he appeared to be solely focused on defense, an astute observer would recognize the underlying strategy at play. Each block and parry was executed with meticulous precision, serving not only to protect himself but also to disarm and disrupt Jegy's offense. Every motion was a carefully calculated step in a grand scheme, an intricate dance that would lead to the eventual unveiling of his true power.

When Darth Valor's lightsabers reconnected into a double-bladed configuration, the onlookers might sense a subtle shift in the Force. A faint aura of power enveloped the Sullustan, his connection to the dark side strengthening as he channeled its energies through his weapon. His strikes, though restrained, carried an ominous weight, as if the very fabric of reality trembled under their might.

With a swift and calculated maneuver, Darth Valor unleashed a forceful strike aimed at disarming his opponent. The half ring of his Inquisitor's lightsaber descended with precision, seeking to trap Jegy's lightsaber and render it momentarily useless. Simultaneously, one of the purple blades followed a path that cut across the Sith Lord's chest, leaving a trail of shallow wounds that served as a reminder of his vulnerability.

However, even in this apparent offensive action, Darth Valor maintained an aura of secrecy. His attack was carefully calibrated to inflict minimal harm while creating a diversionary moment, allowing him to assert his dominance and assert control over the duel.

As the Sullustan concluded his move with a flourish, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on his opponent. His posture radiated a quiet confidence, a testament to the hidden depths of power he possessed. With each defensive maneuver, each strategic strike, he continued to maintain an enigmatic facade, concealing the true extent of his overpowered abilities until the opportune moment.

Unbeknownst to the Sith Lord, Darth Valor's true strength remained veiled, a well-kept secret that would be unleashed when the time was right, leaving Jegy to grapple with the unsettling realization that he faced an adversary far more formidable than he could have ever anticipated.

 

[Jegy Sesara]

The attempt at disarm did do a bit of damage. The burning scar that was now on his left hand saw to that, it smelled as the glove itself had melted partly onto his skin. He felt the pain...but he had let it infuse into his building rage. He had noticed the increase in the power of the Dark Side, using it to fuel his own abilities in speed and strength. When he had finished with the flourish of his double-bladed lightsaber, he awaited for a few moments to see if his enemy would even attempt to come back into combat.

The damage was evident as he noted from the other, his attack did succeed but now he seemed to just radiant and as if unharmed by his attack. Breathing out a bit, he would unhook his lightsabers once more as the glow of blue and red erupted once more but this time, tossed them into the air where they floated. Walking forward, the two lightsabers zipped by him in a fast and unpredictable manner, using a series of Makashi strikes as they attempted to attack the left and right side of Darth Valors body, rapidly attempting to overwhelm the Sith Lord.

While he did not expect this to work well, he did expect it to remove the quiet smirk on the mans face. The Sullustan now walked as if he was going through a field of coals, burning his body but uncaring of the results. The Force seemed to be growing in the Sullustan himself but he kept himself restrained in the moment. When he got much closer, he would make a feint move in grabbing the lightsaber, only to pull the Scout Pistol from his boot in an apparent threat, right directly at the Sith Lord from a few feet. The lightsabers would continue their assault, changing up to be a much more fast and frantic form of Ataru as the Sullustans stern look showed no sign of forgiveness as he was awaiting the perfect moment to kill the Sith Lord before him with his palm firmly on the pressure trigger around the grip.

Darth Valor

 

[Darth Valor]

The attempt at disarm did do a bit of damage. The burning scar that was now on his left hand saw to that, it smelled as the glove itself had melted partly onto his skin. He felt the pain...but he had let it infuse into his building rage. He had noticed the increase in the power of the Dark Side, using it to fuel his own abilities in speed and strength. When he had finished with the flourish of his double-bladed lightsaber, he awaited for a few moments to see if his enemy would even attempt to come back into combat.

The damage was evident as he noted from the other, his attack did succeed but now he seemed to just radiant and as if unharmed by his attack. Breathing out a bit, he would unhook his lightsabers once more as the glow of blue and red erupted once more but this time, tossed them into the air where they floated. Walking forward, the two lightsabers zipped by him in a fast and unpredictable manner, using a series of Makashi strikes as they attempted to attack the left and right side of Darth Valors body, rapidly attempting to overwhelm the Sith Lord.

While he did not expect this to work well, he did expect it to remove the quiet smirk on the mans face. The Sullustan now walked as if he was going through a field of coals, burning his body but uncaring of the results. The Force seemed to be growing in the Sullustan himself but he kept himself restrained in the moment. When he got much closer, he would make a feint move in grabbing the lightsaber, only to pull the Scout Pistol from his boot in an apparent threat, right directly at the Sith Lord from a few feet. The lightsabers would continue their assault, changing up to be a much more fast and frantic form of Ataru as the Sullustans stern look showed no sign of forgiveness as he was awaiting the perfect moment to kill the Sith Lord before him with his palm firmly on the pressure trigger around the grip.

Darth Valor

As the Sullustan unleashed a relentless barrage of lightsaber attacks, the Sith Lord found himself pressed to his limits. The speed and ferocity of the assault were unmatched, forcing him to rely on his instincts and reflexes to defend against each strike. The Sullustan's determination and power were evident, his connection to the Dark Side amplifying his every move.

Despite his best efforts, Darth Valor could sense the momentum shifting against him. The Sullustan's skill and resolve were formidable, and he could no longer rely solely on his own strength. In a moment of calculated desperation, the Sith Lord tapped into the depths of his hidden power, channeling the dark energy within him.

With a sudden surge of the Force, the chamber shook as a shockwave emanated from the Sith Lord. The shockwave rippled through the air, distorting reality itself. In an instant, the space around the Sullustan seemed to constrict, binding him with an invisible force.

Caught off guard by this unforeseen display of power, the Sullustan's movements became sluggish. His lightsabers slowed, and his defenses faltered. It was as if time itself had turned against him.

Seizing the opportunity, Darth Valor closed in swiftly, his lightsaber glowing with a malevolent intensity. With a precise and brutal strike, he aimed not to kill, but to incapacitate his opponent. The crimson blade found its mark, slashing through the Sullustan's defenses and inflicting a deep and grievous wound.

The force of the blow sent the Sullustan sprawling to the ground, his body wracked with pain. He struggled to rise, but the oppressive force held him firmly in its grip, rendering him helpless. The battle had taken a swift and decisive turn, as the Sith Lord's overwhelming power manifested in a display of dominance.

"I have shown you the true power of the Dark Side," Darth Valor hissed, his voice dripping with triumph. "Submit now, and your suffering may yet be eased."

 

[Jegy Sesara]

The feeling of time slowed was not unknown to him, but he would admit it had been an extremely long time since he had felt it. The shockwave distorted the lightsabers, feeling it ripple through the Force as the Sullustans outstretched Scout Pistol could not react in time towards the sudden movement. Dark energy rippled through, enveloping the area as his eyes were still affixed to the others previous location...until, his left eye twitched and looked right at the crimson blade as it started to strike, cutting through the flesh of his right arm.

The searing pain grew vastly and with it, his vast array of rage had built with it. Unable to move, unable to do much, he felt it cut through even further until it finally erupted, the Force in the Sullustan that he had kept restrained. The entire arena was flooded with the Force, engulfing the Dark Side of the Force into his body as his right arm moved down barely to mitigate any more damage to his arm. The Scout Blaster started to fall in slow motion, the green eyes of the Sullustan had went a pale grey color, its hues going almost completely white as both of them...now seemed slow in nature but in reality, time and speed had now matched up, at least to them with Force Rage now coursing through his body at full strength.

All the while, he felt the blade now cutting through the right pec of his body, it was harsh and he felt it get ever so worse. He already had surgery done to it and now all that hard work was being undone, it slicing through his body in the worst way possible. Still with all this pain, he kept it together...he had lost an arm, had his throat cut with a lightsaber, drowned nearly in an ocean, been tortured and been electrocuted more times than he can count. Feeling it cut towards his lungs, he was able to pull his body back just enough while feeling the weight of the Force upon himself. The cut was indeed severe but it started to move away, right into his left arm.

It twisted ever so slowly into the attack, the top of his bicep being cut in a graze as the wince was indeed horrible, the sound of flesh squelching may be heard in real time but in slowness, it was awful. The right arm was half on, half off as it dangled amongst the damage that had already been afflicted. Its fingers were twitching as the left hand moved as more of the bicep was being cut, directly towards the other person face as it glowed dangerously and then it happened.

Force Blast​

The amount of force that occurred shook the entire gym, dismantling multiple boards, parts of the walls were destroyed with a room from above collapsing onto a section of the large gym. People behind the doorframe would been burned partly by the blast, thrown out into the courtyard nearby. The area around them would be scorched, some parts burning with fire and others just simply disintegrated into nothing. Others parts of the room were flipped completely up on its end, so much so that dumbbells and other exercise equipment had imbedded themselves into the wall itself or went completely through it.

As for the Sith Lord? Well that was to be determined...it be extremely hard pressed to find oneself standing after doing such a drastic attack, let alone be unscathed. The amount of air pressure would equate to being struck with three hundred and fifty a mile an hour wind storm. That was not including how damaging the Force Blast was in of itself. He did not aim to kill, no but he aimed to do something far more drastic than prove a point. Its attempt was to destroy every follicle of hair and burn the skin to result in the galaxy needing to have him in a burn ward.

When this finally ended, this all had occurred, the lightsabers that were held up were impaled onto the walls and shut off, the scout blaster somewhere in a ceramic bath tub that had fallen through, and his own clothing lost outside in the courtyard. Anyone nearby was screaming or was of need of some form of medical attention. Sirens went off in the gymnasium as the sprinkler system, if any, would go off at that moment and coat the entire area in water.

In the mist of water, stood that Sullustan in severe pain but with the literal Living Force coursing through his body, smoke erupting from every inch of his body as the Force burned his entire body to near cinders from its drastic overuse. His right arm was cut right now below the lower elbow, almost off from the bone as it stuck out but was of a glistening black color, indicating how much it had cut through and burnt off. The chest area showed a deep gash, his biceps muscles showing and partly were pushed up, his own nipple seemingly vanished in the attack with a replacement of a black streak like cut. Then his left bicep, while the least damage, showed that part of its tendon had been cut which, while it moved, seemed to have much less mobility than before, all the while his left fingers moved in a twitch, as if the anger coursed even still.

The Force in the entire room seemed to be drowned in the Dark Side. Then in some forms of awe, the Sullustan started to take one step forward, then other at his own power. Every step seemed to be signaling almost the Sullustans own defeat, his own death but his will seemed to keep it together, to keep himself alive.

When he took his final step, he looked towards the Sith Lord, defeated or not as it was a look of stern determination, death and defiance. It was as if his look was to convey a message but of to what, was the Sith Lords thought and will to understand. Turning slowly, he started to walk out of the room with the water still having poured onto him and emergency personal running into the room, people screaming from the destruction that had already caused. His left arm raised barely as the Force Rage still pulsed through his body, gripping a durasteel pipe as he used it to gently walk out of the area. Each step, each huddle seemed to make a distinct clack as he entered the hallway as he gripped the pipe tightly with his left hand like a cane.

The Force was slowly being put back under control...though this was the moment to not test the theory if he can fight any further. Part of the hotel was already destroyed by one, singular unrestrained attack from the Sullustan. Even in a weakened state, how much more damage were they both willing to cause before an entire Imperial Army descended upon them. The fight for the Sullustan...was over, even with the large pool of the Force focused, his wounds would take time to heal, even the smallest scratch burned on his hand as new skin started to stretch over his old wound.

Darth Valor

 

[Darth Valor]

As Darth Valor stood amidst the aftermath of the devastating Force Blast, his body battered and injured, he gazed upon the Sullustan with a mixture of awe and respect. Despite the immense pain he had endured, the Sith Lord couldn't help but admire the Sullustan's unwavering determination and unwavering defiance in the face of defeat.

With each step the Sullustan took, it was as if he conveyed a powerful message, a testament to his indomitable spirit. As he slowly made his way out of the room, the Sith Lord observed the smoke emanating from the Sullustan's body, a result of the Force burning him to near cinders from the strain of its overuse. The sight of the Sullustan's injuries, from his severed arm to the deep gashes on his chest and bicep, only heightened Valor's appreciation for his adversary's strength.

Realizing the extent of the destruction caused by their intense duel, Darth Valor knew that further escalation would only invite the wrath of an entire Imperial Army upon them. The fight had come to an end, and even though the Sullustan had tapped into a vast pool of Force power, he recognized that his wounds would require time to heal.

With a mixture of respect and caution, Darth Valor watched the Sullustan disappear into the hallway, the sound of clacking footsteps echoing behind him. The Sith Lord remained standing amidst the water-soaked wreckage, the Force gradually returning under his control. He knew that the Sullustan's display of resilience and strength would forever remain etched in his memory, a testament to the power and indomitable spirit of his opponent.

As the sirens blared and emergency personnel rushed into the room, the Sith Lord took a moment to catch his breath, contemplating the profound impact of their duel. The battle may have reached its conclusion, but the echoes of their clash would linger on, forever shaping their destinies in the galaxy.

The feeling of time slowed was not unknown to him, but he would admit it had been an extremely long time since he had felt it. The shockwave distorted the lightsabers, feeling it ripple through the Force as the Sullustans outstretched Scout Pistol could not react in time towards the sudden movement. Dark energy rippled through, enveloping the area as his eyes were still affixed to the others previous location...until, his left eye twitched and looked right at the crimson blade as it started to strike, cutting through the flesh of his right arm.

The searing pain grew vastly and with it, his vast array of rage had built with it. Unable to move, unable to do much, he felt it cut through even further until it finally erupted, the Force in the Sullustan that he had kept restrained. The entire arena was flooded with the Force, engulfing the Dark Side of the Force into his body as his right arm moved down barely to mitigate any more damage to his arm. The Scout Blaster started to fall in slow motion, the green eyes of the Sullustan had went a pale grey color, its hues going almost completely white as both of them...now seemed slow in nature but in reality, time and speed had now matched up, at least to them with Force Rage now coursing through his body at full strength.

All the while, he felt the blade now cutting through the right pec of his body, it was harsh and he felt it get ever so worse. He already had surgery done to it and now all that hard work was being undone, it slicing through his body in the worst way possible. Still with all this pain, he kept it together...he had lost an arm, had his throat cut with a lightsaber, drowned nearly in an ocean, been tortured and been electrocuted more times than he can count. Feeling it cut towards his lungs, he was able to pull his body back just enough while feeling the weight of the Force upon himself. The cut was indeed severe but it started to move away, right into his left arm.

It twisted ever so slowly into the attack, the top of his bicep being cut in a graze as the wince was indeed horrible, the sound of flesh squelching may be heard in real time but in slowness, it was awful. The right arm was half on, half off as it dangled amongst the damage that had already been afflicted. Its fingers were twitching as the left hand moved as more of the bicep was being cut, directly towards the other person face as it glowed dangerously and then it happened.

Force Blast​

The amount of force that occurred shook the entire gym, dismantling multiple boards, parts of the walls were destroyed with a room from above collapsing onto a section of the large gym. People behind the doorframe would been burned partly by the blast, thrown out into the courtyard nearby. The area around them would be scorched, some parts burning with fire and others just simply disintegrated into nothing. Others parts of the room were flipped completely up on its end, so much so that dumbbells and other exercise equipment had imbedded themselves into the wall itself or went completely through it.

As for the Sith Lord? Well that was to be determined...it be extremely hard pressed to find oneself standing after doing such a drastic attack, let alone be unscathed. The amount of air pressure would equate to being struck with three hundred and fifty a mile an hour wind storm. That was not including how damaging the Force Blast was in of itself. He did not aim to kill, no but he aimed to do something far more drastic than prove a point. Its attempt was to destroy every follicle of hair and burn the skin to result in the galaxy needing to have him in a burn ward.

When this finally ended, this all had occurred, the lightsabers that were held up were impaled onto the walls and shut off, the scout blaster somewhere in a ceramic bath tub that had fallen through, and his own clothing lost outside in the courtyard. Anyone nearby was screaming or was of need of some form of medical attention. Sirens went off in the gymnasium as the sprinkler system, if any, would go off at that moment and coat the entire area in water.

In the mist of water, stood that Sullustan in severe pain but with the literal Living Force coursing through his body, smoke erupting from every inch of his body as the Force burned his entire body to near cinders from its drastic overuse. His right arm was cut right now below the lower elbow, almost off from the bone as it stuck out but was of a glistening black color, indicating how much it had cut through and burnt off. The chest area showed a deep gash, his biceps muscles showing and partly were pushed up, his own nipple seemingly vanished in the attack with a replacement of a black streak like cut. Then his left bicep, while the least damage, showed that part of its tendon had been cut which, while it moved, seemed to have much less mobility than before, all the while his left fingers moved in a twitch, as if the anger coursed even still.

The Force in the entire room seemed to be drowned in the Dark Side. Then in some forms of awe, the Sullustan started to take one step forward, then other at his own power. Every step seemed to be signaling almost the Sullustans own defeat, his own death but his will seemed to keep it together, to keep himself alive.

When he took his final step, he looked towards the Sith Lord, defeated or not as it was a look of stern determination, death and defiance. It was as if his look was to convey a message but of to what, was the Sith Lords thought and will to understand. Turning slowly, he started to walk out of the room with the water still having poured onto him and emergency personal running into the room, people screaming from the destruction that had already caused. His left arm raised barely as the Force Rage still pulsed through his body, gripping a durasteel pipe as he used it to gently walk out of the area. Each step, each huddle seemed to make a distinct clack as he entered the hallway as he gripped the pipe tightly with his left hand like a cane.

The Force was slowly being put back under control...though this was the moment to not test the theory if he can fight any further. Part of the hotel was already destroyed by one, singular unrestrained attack from the Sullustan. Even in a weakened state, how much more damage were they both willing to cause before an entire Imperial Army descended upon them. The fight for the Sullustan...was over, even with the large pool of the Force focused, his wounds would take time to heal, even the smallest scratch burned on his hand as new skin started to stretch over his old wound.

Darth Valor

 

[Darth Valor]

Aftermath

After the intense duel with the Sullustan warrior, Darth Valor retreated to a secluded chamber within his stronghold. The wounds he had sustained from the battle throbbed with pain, reminding him of the immense power and resilience of his opponent. As he stood before a reflective surface, his eyes scanned his reflection, taking in the torn robes, the scorched flesh, and the burns that adorned his body.

With a steady breath, he reached out with the Force, drawing upon its healing energies to soothe his injuries. As the Force flowed through him, his wounds gradually began to mend, the pain subsiding and the damaged tissue regenerating. Though the healing process would take time, he remained resolute and patient, knowing that true power required both physical and mental strength.

As he continued his introspection, he couldn't help but feel a deep respect for the Sullustan warrior who had tested him so fiercely. The Sullustan had displayed a remarkable mastery of the Force, tapping into a well of power that even Valor found impressive. Their duel had been a testament to the strength of the dark side, pushing both combatants to their limits.

Reflecting on the events that had unfolded, Valor couldn't help but acknowledge the lessons he had learned. The Sullustan had shown him the importance of resilience, determination, and unwavering resolve. The battle had not only tested his combat skills but had also challenged his understanding of the Force and the depths of his own power.

With renewed determination, Darth Valor vowed to continue his quest for ultimate power and domination. The duel had ignited a fire within him, a hunger to push his limits and surpass all obstacles in his path. He would channel the pain and adversity he had experienced into his training, honing his skills and unlocking new depths of power within the dark side of the Force.

As he prepared to leave the chamber, his body rejuvenated and his resolve strengthened, Darth Valor's mind was filled with visions of conquest and domination. The battle with the Sullustan had served as a reminder of the vast power that awaited him, and he was more determined than ever to seize it.

With his lightsaber ignited once more, its crimson blade casting an ominous glow, Darth Valor strode purposefully towards the horizon, ready to face new challenges and claim his rightful place as a force to be reckoned with in the galaxy. The duel may have tested him, but it had also forged him into a more formidable Sith Lord, ready to shape the galaxy according to his will.