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@Trevor1001
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Ben moved along next to her.
"It is true. The dark Beckons those who are weak. My master Darth Gazer taught me of such. The dark is strength." He looked past her, the faint roar of the crowd could still be heard. As the announcer told everyone to stay on their seats and not to worry.
"The dark, although true to my power, it is not my home. Not my creator. I simply use it's force" He said simply, trying to avoid any conflict that may come from his words towards the Jedi.
He turned quickly cutting her off with his drawn light saber, the burning beam barely catching her cloth on her chest.
"I will help you get off of this planet, but." He paused and looked over his shoulder.
"After, I am a ghost to you, you never saw me." He glared at her, hoping the threat would sink. She may be powerful, but Ben's dark power was not to be reckoned with.
@Marcus XVIlooks good
@Blizz
If you'd still like to do it
Ben watched her cut through the wall and make her way into the hole she had made. Ben looked up and glared at the game master and followed.
As he entered the hole following the woman he flipped his saber hilts holding hem reverse grip and turned holding two fingers up. The wall began to shake and crumbled down, closing them off from the arena into the dark.
The ground shook as the crowd roared in disapproval.
Ben dusted himself off and turned I the woman. "So care to explain?" He asked with caution.
@Marcus XVI
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Ben looked at her in shock as she turned. He was sure she would strike him. He watched eyes wide as she threatened the Game master and his eyes flicked to the thug who had risen his hand blaster pointing it towards the unsuspecting Jedi, he was trembling, he knew that that shot would lead to his death yet he would dare take it?
Ben quickly spun his hand, flinging his light saber across the arena. The burning blade slide right through his wrists, cutting them clean off as his hands, still clasping to the blaster fell onto the ground. The blood scream of the man made the crowd roar in approval as the hilt and blade returned to Bens hand. He turned away looking back at the Jedi. "I will help you" he yelled at her, hoping she would accept the offer. Two masters of the force would surely be better than one.
Ben squinted at the pole he saw as he entered into the light, his eyes yet to adjust to the harsh rays.
A woman, chained to the stone beam. But why. Ben quickly turned as the gate shut, the some what thug looking man on the other side of the arena looked just as confused. They did not sign up for fighting a Jedi. A tremor in the Force let Ben know just how powerful she was.
He moved back sabers still drawn, beaming with heat and energy as he circled the arena, carefully watching both the man and the Jedi.

"What do you say? Shall there be blood?" The announcer yelled in excitement, mimicking the excitement of the crowd who cheered louder at the words. With a wave of his hand two brutes from either side of the area pulled a lever moving a long rusted metal gear. A sliding could be heard under their feet and up the stone beam as the Jedi was released from her chain.

"Last one alive, shall win all bets" The alien announcer hissed, addressing the crowd and the fighters.
A light saber hilt was thrown out from the crowd down towards the female Jedi's feet. Ben tightened his grip on his own hilts in fear of what she would do. He was not sure that she could take him down, but it would be a ling hard fight if she shall try.
But
Something didn't right, she was chained, in an Empire state, she was obviously here against her will. He thought. He could fight her, perhaps even strike her down, or he could help her.. but she may sense his dark energy and begin an assault no matter. He glanced over at the thug who was circling the opposite side of the arena. Ben could sense his fear.
Ben took a deep breath and waited for the woman's move.
Aargonar



Ben Lomax

The unmistakable roar of the crowd and squeak of the metal gears rotating and grinding as the wood floor rose sent a chill down Ben Lomax's Back. Sure it wasn't the first time he heard these noises, felt the hot dirt hitting his skin. But never the less every time he did, it sickened him. Aargonar was a desolate place full of desert plains and sand hills the size of small cities. The life that covered patches of this land only consisted of run away bounties and thieves ready to rob the night. The planet itself was not known for any native species other than the Yuzzem that were brought. Mainly the point for this planet was for the Sith Empire.. and the games.

As the wooden platform made its way to a sudden halt, Ben could feel the sweat from the hot air dripping down his back and forehead. He gripped onto his sabers strong, as if in fear someone would take them from his hands. The Force seemed weak with him, as if not only all hope and justice was drained from this planet but anger as well, all emotions only to be filled with fear in the gaps. The dark voice of the alien announcer rang through the metal corridor that he was standing in. As his name rang through the metal "Lomax!" He felt a rush of air as the metal plated door slid open feet in font of him. The roar of the crowd got louder and he took a step out into the light as it blinded him. He covered his eyes with his wrist, as both his hands were occupied by his light sabers.

It may have been dangerous work, even idiotic as some would say, but he needed money. After his years of training under Darth Gazer and seemly devoting his life to the Empire, he wasn't exactly welcome many places. He gleam of anger in his eye gave that away before his dark blood red saber could. Although the young man was conflicted by many. The anger that his eyes showed was countered by a kindness not known by any for the Sith Warriors to have. It was impossible. People felt shamed to let a man who in himself was conflicted work for their businesses along the rims. So he found work where he could. Here. In Aargonar, in the games. He would make bets on himself along with others then fight to the death against an unknown foe. He found strength in this as many who he fought were mere bandits or outlaws. Now knowing the strength that the force can provide.

The announcer spoke in his native tongue, "Has everyone made their bets?" he shouted as many scrambled to their seats, tripping over each other, excited to watch the blood bath. Ben stretched his back as the long bells rung, he had won a few fights before, but he was tipped that this 'man' he was fighting was savage in his ways, and would not be taken down easy. As the metal doors rose opposite to Ben, he flicked his wrists and the screech of the blade erupted as the burning red saber showed.
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