.:.Calamity stood in the arena, his dark, cold eyes darkly watching the entrance of the arena from under his dark, sinister cloak. Hands at his hips, he tried to wait with an edge of patience, which did not come easily to the heir; the thrill of an arena match was rushing through him. Reaching into the force, he let its darkness flow through him, raging through every pore in his body, replenishing the darkness inside the sith lord.
He was ready for this battle, yes. His hand was ready to grab his lightsaber incase the general decided to make a surprise appearance. Studying darkly, the heir to the obsidian throne of the sith waited.:.
He was ready for this battle, yes. His hand was ready to grab his lightsaber incase the general decided to make a surprise appearance. Studying darkly, the heir to the obsidian throne of the sith waited.:.