Milo Ren
A Howling Voice in the Desert
Milo circled around the clearing, lightsaber drawn, held downwards with one hand. The crimson blade illuminated the surrounding area, aided by the blue beam of energy across from him. The Sith and the Jedi circled each other for what seemed like forever, sizing each other up, trying to notice any weaknesses in technique that could be used for their advantage. Where they were was not of importance. They were somewhere in the furthest reaches of the galaxy, where Milo had began a side mission of hunting down Jedi, directed by his Master, Darth Raxis. All he cared about was that this particular planet was out of the reaches of major entities in the galaxy; therefore, they'd be uninterrupted.
It wasn't easy tracking the Jedi down to this relatively secluded planet. The Force guided him, though, bringing him to the outskirts of a village. While Milo was a Sith, it did not mean he was without manners or mercy. He offered the Jedi a chance to take the fight away from his hut where his wife and daughter slept and to a nearby clearing. The Jedi obviously complied, and now here they were, circling each other, waiting for each other to make a move.
"You are already defeated, Jedi. No one is coming to your aid. Lay down your weapon and I will make your death painless."
"You have already lost by embracing the Dark Side. Even if I die, I shall become one with the Force."
"Very well."
The former Ren's face glowered in a sneer. His once handsome face was now tainted by the corruption of the Dark Side, draining all life and color from him, making the man appear as if he were dead. His white hair, once as pure as snow, was now a mottled color, rapidly greying, and his green eyes glowed with a ferociousness that was unnatural. His yellowing teeth sat in a malicious grin as Milo spoke, tone edging on a growl.
"Prepare to die, Jedi dog."
With a roar and a mighty leap, the Sith leaped forward, executing a front flip as he brought his red blade down, intending to slice the Jedi in two. The guardian deflected the blow and stepped back, making space between the two. A series of strikes and blocks flew about faster than lightning, making the field in the distance glow with sudden bursts of blue and red.
[member="Sage Kennedy"]
It wasn't easy tracking the Jedi down to this relatively secluded planet. The Force guided him, though, bringing him to the outskirts of a village. While Milo was a Sith, it did not mean he was without manners or mercy. He offered the Jedi a chance to take the fight away from his hut where his wife and daughter slept and to a nearby clearing. The Jedi obviously complied, and now here they were, circling each other, waiting for each other to make a move.
"You are already defeated, Jedi. No one is coming to your aid. Lay down your weapon and I will make your death painless."
"You have already lost by embracing the Dark Side. Even if I die, I shall become one with the Force."
"Very well."
The former Ren's face glowered in a sneer. His once handsome face was now tainted by the corruption of the Dark Side, draining all life and color from him, making the man appear as if he were dead. His white hair, once as pure as snow, was now a mottled color, rapidly greying, and his green eyes glowed with a ferociousness that was unnatural. His yellowing teeth sat in a malicious grin as Milo spoke, tone edging on a growl.
"Prepare to die, Jedi dog."
With a roar and a mighty leap, the Sith leaped forward, executing a front flip as he brought his red blade down, intending to slice the Jedi in two. The guardian deflected the blow and stepped back, making space between the two. A series of strikes and blocks flew about faster than lightning, making the field in the distance glow with sudden bursts of blue and red.
[member="Sage Kennedy"]