Boiling Blood (Challange to Dasquian Belargic)

[Severen Morkonis]

Knight or not, this guy was not going to make a fool out of me. The last fight we we had, the fight was faded of and never went any further...well its time to take it to the next level.

I sat on a hill far far up into the mountains of a un-desclosed location, the snow swiftly drifting down onto the soft layer of snow and falling slowly onto Sieken himself, the green glow of the saber refelecting of of the white snow makeing hima beacon to the Jedi Knight.

' I think its time scum jedi!....no crap now...its time to play'

[Dasquian Belargic]

"Can I help you with something, Sith?"

Dasquian stood at the foot of the hill on which Sieken was sat. He had his saber hilt in his right hand, unignited, and stood with a purposeful look on his face.

"Or did you just want to loose to me again, hmm?"