*Jace Kyjar was walking around the eerie plateau that was Malachor V. Green, toxic light eminated from the cracks out of the ground and large stalactite rocks jutted out of the ground. It was a very pleasent place, to say the least, and to make things even better he had to fight a demon of some sort. From what little he had seen of the previous match, he knew that this... thing was a Sith of some sort, and a powerful one if it advanced past Master Matchek.
That was but one of his problems though, as he had heard whispers that they had received one of the worst of stipulations. Fighting with a Rancor, on this planet, was a death wish. Good thing the tournament didn't allow deaths. No site of the Rancor, or his opponent yet, so he just continued walking around.*
That was but one of his problems though, as he had heard whispers that they had received one of the worst of stipulations. Fighting with a Rancor, on this planet, was a death wish. Good thing the tournament didn't allow deaths. No site of the Rancor, or his opponent yet, so he just continued walking around.*