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When Purple Meets Red | Darth Metus + Invite

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Theme: Just Like Fire
Location: Inferos
Tags: [member=Darth Metus]
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Timorem looked out from his window in the Throne Room, and down at his pet Queen. She was a beautiful thing. The size of a frigate, and as furious as an erupting volcano, yet as bright as a star. He walked out of his throne room, and down to the main chamber, where the disciples waited. Their heads bowed in submission and respect, they held their pikes diagonally, the top pointing to the left corner, and bottom to the right corner. He eyed them all, and tried to name the violations of the code they had made to warrant trial by combat. He nodded his head to the spectating audience, and the flame council up on their seats, high above the fighting. His Queen roared, and his sabers ignited as the disciples started walking carefully around him.

He could sense their fear, feeding the dragon and himself, letting of a massive dark side aura, enough for anybody in the radius of ten kilometres to feel. He lashed out at one of the disciples, catching him off guard, and slicing down at him, not cutting him, but making him fall off the edge, and down into one of the waiting mouths of the dragon beneath them. He then jumped, twirling in the air, as he went over the edge, and landed on another part of the floor, looking as a disciple was still pulling his pike back from his lunge.

He leapt back over, kicking the disciple in the chest, knocking him stumbling back, and falling onto his ass, surrounded by his fellow disciples. The Fire Overlord bounced back off his chest, his feet touching the side of the chamber wall, as he launched himself back, spinning, his dual saber infront of him like a propeller. He landed on the platform, and slid, then blocked the slashes from two disciples, and twisted their pikes out of their hands, and into the pit below. He then brought his sabers back, and decapitated the weaponless disciples, their bodies falling aimlessly down into the pit.

He then deactivated his sabers, tiring of the prolonged combat, and summoned flames, torching the remaining disciples, burning them and making them fall back into the pit, snacks for his Queen. He deactivated his sabers, and nodded once again to the flame council, and to the audience. The judgement had been passed.

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He was sitting in his throne, back in his throne room when his Queen spoke to him, through telepathy, telling him she could sense a visitor. A visitor neither of them had invited. [member=Darth Metus].
 

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