"LORD NAGA SADOW, STOP RIGHT THERE! SURRENDER TO THE SITH EMPIRE OR FACE DEATH!
The blacked cloaked man reels after realizing the man before him is a deadman walking, then snickers playfully.
"Well glad to see you haven't died just yet Lord Kresh! I thought you were destroyed with your ship on that forsaken Ice planet "Kar Delba".
Lord kresh's eyes twinkle with a cunning far beyond his years.
"You thought me dead you fool! You would like that, wouldn't you, so you could take the throne as Sith Lord and lead the war against the republic council. You almost had me fooled with the bombing of this city, if It wasn't for the fact that I tortured one of the surviving spies you sent within the city. You're ploy of starting a war with the republic and killing me to take my position would have succeeded! Now Bow to your Lord and beg me for mercy!
Sadow frowns as he states "BOW? BEG? Do you take me for those Sith half-breed slaves who bark and shit when told? No! I am Sith Lord Naga Sadow and I will not submit! I propose a battle, winner becomes Lord, loser is exiled!
"Hahahaha!" Kresh laughs "I accept, as per the rules we can't kill each other however…"he whispers "for you I'll make an exception!"
Simultaneously both cambatants retreat 12 feet away from each other. Kresh chuckles and exclaims "It has been a long time since my blade has bathed in the blood of an enemy I loath to my bones! Come! let it drink it's full!" As he extends his blood red blade outwards, the black vapor wraps itself around the blade, almost like black snakes coiling around it's prey.
"It's a good day to die!" Sadow exclaims as from beyond his black cloak he extends a green, emerald, serpentine blade. The blood red vapor so thick it provides a blood red sheen to the already beautiful, but deadly metal.