Masters of the Force First Fight Scene

Since my series is taking forever for me to actually start, I thought I would give you guys a little taste of it by granting you access to a fight scene I completed.

The premise of this fight scene is that Dylan and the other Sith Apprentices are thirteen, and are about to be given the rank of Acolyte, but first the two most powerful apprentices must duel in the arena. These two apprentices just happen to be Dylan, and his bitter rival Gingus. The winner will be granted the title of Darth and the loser will be beaten, bruised, and utterly humiliated.

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Dylan heard the cheers before he even entered the arena. Some were cheering his name, and others were cheering his opponent’s name. Dylan knew the real meaning behind the cheers however. The cheers were not for the names of the people being cheered, but rather a cry for blood, a desire to see the other person hit the floor injured and suffering. As the top apprentice on Korriban, Gingus had many enemies, and while most were too afraid to stand up to him, they would be more than happy to see somebody else beat him into submission.

As Dylan walked towards the entrance to the arena, he considered the cheers against him. Dylan had done his best to avoid making enemies, however many of the other apprentices were jealous of the “unfair” advantage his Innamortan physiology gave him. They didn’t think he deserved his position as one of the academy’s top students.

Dylan stepped through the sandstone archway into the arena. The arena was large and circular, with a floor of sand and stone. Surrounding the arena was a viewing area filled with a couple thousand Sith apprentices. There were also some masters in the viewing area looking for prospective future apprentices. None of this mattered to Dylan however as his eyes found his opponent emerging from the opposite side of the arena.

Gingus stared back, his hair blazing like fire under the midday sun of Korriban. Gingus calmly strode a couple of steps forwards before drawing his lightsaber hilt. He then gave the hilt an experimental toss in the air before igniting it in a two handed grip with the blade held vertically in front of the right side of his body. Dylan drew his own lightsaber and activated it in a similar stance, but with his blade slightly angled in the direction of his pale skinned opponent.

Their eyes locked from across the arena. Dylan stared intently at his opponent whose pallid face was now bathed in the orange glow of his own weapon. Gingus returned the stare for a few seconds before pulling the corners of his mouth into a cruel sneer.

Suddenly the crowd fell silent as all attention was diverted to Darth Odious standing at a podium near the edge of the arena between the two combatants. The Dark Lord opened his mouth to speak and the ominous chill of his voice spread across the arena.

“Welcome to the ceremony of initiation. As we watch our fellow Sith rise from being mere apprentices to true acolytes of the dark, we are reminded of the importance of power. We must rise up and claim power if we truly wish to defeat the Jedi and take our rightful place as the masters of the Galaxy. Those who cannot rise shall fall, for the weak have no business courting the Dark Side of the Force. To illustrate the importance of power and ascension we will have our two best apprentices duel for the title of Darth, as is tradition. Dylan and Gingus.”

The crowd’s attention suddenly turned back towards the two apprentices standing across the arena from each other. Odious continued to speak, and now seemed to be addressing the two combatants moreso than anyone else in the arena. “The winner of this duel will claim glory and power as a Darth, while the loser will be battered, bruised, and most importantly of all, humiliated.”

Dylan thought to himself in the final seconds before the dueling commenced. The other apprentices didn’t think he was a true Sith, and didn’t think he was even worthy of wielding the Dark Side. Dylan brought down his blade until it was pointing in the direction of his enemy and returned Gingus’s sneer with a hateful glare.

He was ready to prove the other apprentices wrong and show them that he was more powerful than they could’ve ever imagined, and that they were nothing to him in the end. And by the time they had realized the gravity of their error, Dylan would’ve achieved power beyond their wildest dreams. But before all of that there was still one opponent standing in his way, and the only way to bring this one down was to destroy him.

“May the strongest prevail” Odious said as the tension around the arena became almost palpable. “Let the duel begin!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the two rivals sprang into a running charge towards each other. Dylan’s blade was now angled behind him, in preparation for a strike. As he came within a few feat of Gingus, he drew his blade forward and carved his blade up towards his opponents face in an attempt to breach Gingus’s defenses, and bring a quick and speedy end to the duel. He had no such luck.

As Dylan swung his blade upward, Gingus sprang off the ground into a front flip, and brought his blade down on Dylan while in mid flip. Dylan continued to bring his blade up, and intercepted Gingus’s attack just before it struck his skull. Gingus pushed his blade against Dylan’s giving him a quick boost into the air as he finished his flip and hit the ground behind Dylan before rolling back onto his feat.

Dylan quickly spun back around towards his opponent just as Gingus rained flurry of blows near Dylan’s legs. Dylan brought his blade low to parry the assault meant to sweep him off of his fear. As Dylan’s blade caught up to his opponents he began to strike with more force behind his blows, forcing his opponent into a retreat.

Gingus did indeed fall back, but he would not be defeated so easily. Dylan noticed a difference in his tactics. Rather than try to meet Dylan’s blows head on or even redirect them, Gingus instead kept his body relaxed and rolled back with the momentum of Dylan’s blows. Whenever their blades would clash, Gingus would bounce off of Dylan’s blade and twirl his body through the air to meet Dylan’s blade on the other side. Whenever that failed him, Gingus would dance around Dylan’s blade with some elaborate acrobatic maneuver.

Dylan knew he had the edge, but his opponents evasive tactics were beginning to seriously frustrate him regardless. Still despite Gingus’s tactics, Dylan knew he was winning. He knew that all it would take would be a little more effort, so he took his frustration, and channeled it into power.

As his moves began to pick up speed, intensity, and power, Dylan began to drive Gingus back more and more until finally, Gingus was backed up against the wall of the arena.

Dylan came in with a diagonal slash coming in high from his right, in an attempt to prevent Gingus from leaping over him. Gingus was on the edge of defeat and just when all hope seemed lost for him, he switched his lightsaber to his left hand and caught Dylan’s blow on the end of his blade before leaping up and twirling through the air.

As Gingus spun through the air, he extended his blade and pressed hard against Dylan’s blade. The impact threw Gingus into the wall foot first, and he rebounded off of it, springing into a leap. Gingus flew just high enough above Dylan’s head to be out of the range of Dylan’s blazing red blade, before tucking his body in, and rolling along the ground back onto his feet.

Despite how frustrated Dylan was with his opponent, Dylan could not deny his opponent’s considerable mastery of Ataru. Dylan however intended to end the fight before Gingus had another chance to evade him.

Dylan spun around to face Gingus once more and charged at him with bloodlust in his eyes. When he reached his opponent, Dylan unleashed a power blow in the form of an uppercut meant to knock Gingus off balance.

After that first blow however, Dylan transitioned from the overpowering sequences of Djem So into the more erratic and unpredictable sequences of Juyo. With his opponent slightly off balance, Dylan took the edge and unleashed a flurry of strikes at his opponent that Gingus was only barely able to respond to in time.

Suddenly as Dylan was bringing his blade down on Gingus from above, Gingus thrust out his hand and hurled his lightsaber at Dylan’s head. Dylan was forced to break off his attack and lean back as the orange blade of his opponent flew within a centimeter of his face.

As Dylan leaned back, Gingus leapt forward, planted his feat on Dylan’s chest, and pushed off, springing into a backflip. As he flew through the air he extended his hand and unleashed a blast of energy, which swept Dylan off of his feet and threw him to the ground. As Gingus landed on his feat he held out his right hand casually as his lightsaber hilt flew back into it.

Dylan got up from the ground and reactivated his own lightsaber while glaring at his opponent with hatred. The two opponents surveyed each other for a few seconds in dead silence until Gingus broke it with a laugh. It was not a normal laugh, but rather cold and devoid of all emotion except contempt.

“You know you can’t defeat me right?” Gingus taunted, twirling his orange blade, around tossing it from hand to hand in a casual manner.

“You put on a good show for a sniveling coward Gingus!” Dylan cried out in response. “I am not the one running!”

“You fool!” Gingus responded indignantly. “I am no ordinary Sith! From the day I was born, my father used the telepathic powers of the force to plant knowledge into my head. Every move, every sequence, every cadence of Ataru drilled into my skull from day one!”

Gingus suddenly sprang into a back handspring, landing with two feat and the hand clutching his weapon planted firmly on the ground with his other hand extended above him clutching something.

“Including dual bladed fencing” Gingus continued with a sneer as a second orange blade blazed to life in his outstretched hand.

Dylan groaned with exasperation. He knew that the real fight was about to begin. As if to mirror his thoughts, Gingus suddenly leapt forward and attacked.

Dylan was expecting the duel to grow more intense, but even then he was caught off guard by the newfound ferocity of his opponent’s technique. Gingus was no longer shying away from the glow of Dylan’s blade, but rather pressing the offensive.

Now armed with two lightsabers, Dylan’s foe flicked his orange blades at Dylan from both sides at once, forcing him on the defensive.

Try as he might to reclaim the offensive, it was hopeless. Every time he batted one fiery orange blade away from him, the other would come in on his other side, forcing Dylan to rely on his own blade for nothing more than batting away his opponent’s.

Dylan had heard rumors of Gingus’s dueling prowess. The other apprentices said that he was a master of Ataru. That some of the masters even would be hard pressed to beat him in a duel. Dylan had taken these rumors as nothing more than hyperbole, and only now believed them to be true. Though he was only thirteen, Gingus instinctively knew every move and response taught to Form IV practitioners, and he knew how to use them.

It was taking everything Dylan had just to hold off Gingus’s assault, and even when he blocked Gingus’s blows fast enough to throw in a counter attack, Gingus merely leapt backwards and hurled one of his lightsabers at Dylan before recalling it into his hand and resuming the duel.

Dylan began to twirl his scarlet blade in arcs in front of his body to maximize his defensive coverage. Much to Dylan’s surprise, his gambit actually succeeded. For the first time since he drew his second blade, Dylan had the chance to observe his opponent’s technique, or at least he tried to. With Gingus’s orange blades flickering as he carved intricate patterns through the air in front of him, it seemed more like fighting a blazing fire than fighting an actual person.

Dylan’s new strategy was a crude one, but it was undeniably effective. He was now capable of striking back at his opponent more than he would be otherwise. For the first time in their fight, the two rivals were fighting, more or less, as equals.

As Dylan glanced at Gingus’s face, he could see the growing frustration in his rival’s eyes. Unable to best his inferior opponent, Gingus’s eyes were blazing with more fury than Dylan had ever seen before, but rather than being unsettled by this, Dylan grinned with the knowledge that his opponent was almost as hard pressed as he was.

Gingus’s moves were suddenly becoming more erratic and desperate as he hurled strike after strike at various points along Dylan’s body in an attempt to break his defense.

Amidst his defensive flurry, Dylan observed carefully as Gingus made a tactical error and over extended himself. Unsure of whether an opportunity like this would ever present itself again, Dylan stepped in to cut him down, first batting Gingus’s blades aside with his own, then sweeping his blade towards his neck in an attempt to decapitate the pallid fiend. But when his blade swept from one side to the other, all it met was thin air as Gingus leaned back with a smirk on his face.

Before Dylan knew what had happened, he felt a hot searing pain as the flame orange blade of his rival tore through the flesh of his left shoulder, leaving a wide gash along the left side of his body. Dylan now understood the depth of his predicament. Gingus had never been frustrated, he had been in control of the fight the entire time and he had walked right into his trap.

Seizing the advantage, Gingus moved in on his all but helpless foe with a barrage of strikes from both blades as Dylan twirled his blade frantically through the air in an attempt to stop him. Dylan felt the fear of loss seize his body like an invisible hand clenching its way into a fist as Gingus’s blades carved through the air towards him with such a malignant grace it almost seemed as if the pale devil had rehearsed for this duel as if it were a space opera at the Galaxies Opera House on Coruscant.

Dylan tried to fight on, but the long gash across his left shoulder began to burn more and more until the pain was almost unbearable. Dylan had just blocked a strike at his face when Gingus stabbed his other saber toward the ground like a spear and drove the tip through Dylan’s right foot. Dylan cried out in pain as he drove Gingus’s blade away from his legs.

Unbalanced and in excruciating pain, Dylan was unable to do anything as his bitter rival leapt over him and slashed his searing blade along Dylan’s back. As Dylan screamed in agony the crowed cheered in excitement.

Dylan’s opponent was not quite finished with him yet. Just killing him wouldn’t be enough for the insatiable hunger of his rival. Gingus was jealous of his natural physical capabilities, and so nothing short of absolute humiliation would sate his enemy’s thirst for retribution.

Rather than drive his blade through Dylan’s heart, Gingus deactivated both of his lightsabers and thrust his palms forward as an invisible wall of energy struck Dylan hard and flung him face first into the ground.

Dylan’s lightsaber skittered across the floor of the arena away from him. Before he could retrieve it or even stand back up however, Dylan suddenly felt an invisible hand seize his throat as his body was lifted into the air by some unseen power. As Dylan continued to struggle in desperation, the hand tightened around his neck like a noose, and just when he was about to slip out of consciousness his body was flung down hard.

His hands and knees smacked onto the ground as he grunted, now in excruciating agony. He tried to rise up, but the same hand that had been around his throat seconds before had now expanded and wrapped itself around him preventing him from rising.

He managed to pull his head up and saw Gingus a good few meters away from him ceremoniously flourishing his blades in triumph. Dylan’s enemy then returned his attention to him and flashed him a sneer so mocking that he could feel the very contempt behind it radiating through his bones.

He had given it everything he had, but it just wasn’t good enough. Despite all of his supposed power he was weak, he was wounded, and he lie slumped on the ground at the feet of his victorious opponent awaiting death.

“You are mine now pretender” Gingus mocked. Now fully satisfied with himself, Gingus leapt through the air towards Dylan as Dylan slumped his shoulders in defeat. Suddenly a voice cried out within him. The last remnants of his will cried out in protest against what was about to happen. He wasn’t going to just sit there in supplication as this pale freak dealt him his demise. His expression changed from one of resignation to a barely contained snarl of outrage. Dylan could feel the emotion swelling up within him. He felt his anger, his hatred, his fury gnaw away at the inside of his mind as his very soul became permeated with the Dark Side of the Force.

Gingus continued to soar through the air towards Dylan, his blades raised for the kill. At the last possible moment, when just a few more inches would mean his death, Dylan cried out “NOOOO!” as an explosion of dark side energy hurled Gingus across the arena.

Dylan rose to his feat, the very movement required causing agonizing pain, but he no longer cared, with the pain fueling his hatred and deepening his fury even further. Before Dylan’s opponent even knew what had happened, Dylan extended his arm and hoisted him up into the air with a tight grip around his throat. The Dark Side now flowed through Dylan like some kind of divine wind swirling to form a tempest and tear down anything in its path.

Dylan then swung his arm from one direction to another, hurling his rival into the wall of the arena. Dylan heard Gingus cry out in pain and he grinned in pleasure, swinging his arm back around and hurling him into the wall on the other side of the arena. This time Gingus had attempted to throw up a defensive barrier, but it did little more than lessen his impact by the smallest fraction as his body bounced off of the edge of the arena.

Dylan then pulled the body of his rival within a few feet of his own body as he briefly glared into Gingus’s eyes with complete and utter hatred. With another cry of outrage, Dylan broke off the glare and hurled Gingus back across the arena, and his body smacked into the edge of the arena with a deafening thud as the stone wall cracked and crumbled behind him.

Dylan tapped into his innermost hatred for his foe and thrust Gingus’s body high into the air before pulling it back into the ground with all of his might. Gingus struck the ground a few feat away from Dylan with a satisfying smack as the very ground shook beneath Dylan’s feat.

Dylan stared at his helpless foe, his clothes soaked with blood, and his body quivering as he barely clung to his life. Dylan mercilessly extended his hand as the familiar hilt of his weapon flew over to meet it and the bloodshine blade sprung to life in his hands. The crowd was silent, shocked at the most recent turn of events.

Knowing he would have no trouble keeping his fallen opponent down, Dylan strode over and raised his blade for the kill, but before he could bring it down he felt a surge of power sweep over his body and completely halt his movements. At first he thought it was Gingus, but he quickly dismissed the idea as the energy that overtook him felt infinitely more powerful than anything Gingus could conjure up.

The crowd erupted into cheers for several seconds before suddenly falling silent as a singular voice spread out across the arena.

“Congratulations Dylan” the chill of Odious’s voice rang out. “Hatred, not submission flowed through your veins when your defeat was all but certain.”

Peace is a lie, there is only passion, Dylan recalled from the Sith Code.

Dylan felt the invisible grip around his body dissipate as the Dark Lord continued his speech. “You have vanquished and humiliated your foe against all odds when you were on the edge of defeat, transforming your rage into something greater.”

Through Passion I gain strength, Dylan continued to think to himself.

“The strength of your emotion granted you an almost unshakable command of the Dark Side in the face of defeat.”

Through strength I gain power, Dylan continued to recite in his head.

“And through the power of the dark side you have vanquished and humiliated the person who dared stand in your way”

Through power I gain victory, Dylan observed with an ever growing sense of pride.

“As such you have earned the right to bear the title of Darth and may choose a name to accompany that title, in recognition of the newfound life and power you have discovered through your victory!” Odious finished and paused as the crowd erupted into cheering.

Through victory my chains are broken. None of the other apprentices, now acolytes, would ever question his power again without regretting it at the point of a lightsaber or an invisible hand crushing their throat.

The force shall free me. Dylan felt the last mantra in his more than he recited it in his mind. The force had awakened a dark power within him, and though his body was battered and injured, he had never felt more alive with the Dark Side of the Force.

Dylan pondered his name and what he would become. To wield the power of the Dark Side, one must give into the Dark Side, however that would leave him under the Dark Side’s influence and not his own. If he wished to maintain control of himself, he would never be able to give himself over to the magnificent power of the dark side.

Stuck in this predicament, the answer quickly became clear to him. To give into the darkness, but still maintain control of it, there was only one thing he could do. He must become that darkness, he must become the shadows, he must become one with the Dark Side. The Dark Side would become his nature and his power, with him controlling it as much as it controlled him. With this great epiphany, Dylan suddenly knew the fitting name for such a dark transformation.

Dylan waited until the claps and cheers of the spectators fell silent. He waited until all attention was on him before giving his answer. When he was satisfied, when all the attention of the spectators, the masters, the Dark Lord, and the Dark Side of the Force itself had converged on him, he opened his mouth to speak.

Dylan raised his scarlet blade into the air triumphantly, and called upon the Dark Side to project his voice and presence across the arena.

“I am Darth Umbravon, and I am the darkness, I am the Shadow of the Sith!”

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Well that was my first lightsaber duel I released to you guys, so give me some feedback please and tell me what you thought of it

Very good fight, very intense