The Feeorin stared back at Malicia. Nothing was said for a few moments. Silence hung in the air as they all gazed at one another. Slowly, a cruel smile began to spread across the King’s face. This grew into a chuckle and then a laugh that echoed throughout the halls. He cracked his muscles and slowly rose to stand to his full height topping over seven feet. He was daunting in every way possible, heavy muscles rippling as he used the Force to call his Sith blades to himself.
“Then challenge me for it,” He said simply. Yellow eyes drilled into Malicia, his presence in the Force almost oppressive.
Raze had been silent the entire time as he watched the exchange. He tilted his head up to regard the King and the crown atop his head. He didn’t look at Malicia when he spoke.
“My lady, allow me to be your champion,” He said simply. The King’s gaze shot forth to look at Raze instead.
“You will not use saber-”
“I know the laws of Arau-kesh,” Raze answered flatly in Ancient Sith. His interruption had spears pointed at his chest but the King raised a hand to stop it. He didn’t waste further time, barking some orders to the Massassi guards.
Within moments, the two Sith Lords would be lead out towards a sandy arena. Already crowds had begun to assemble, first the tribe leaders and then the tribes themselves. The arena was set in an elevated pillar on the other side of the pyramid. It was viewable from all sides by the masses that would gather there.
@Dread @Die Shize
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