#i need to start writing again

Heilon shifted his balance slowly from left foot to right, turning to keep the looming bulk of the Sith Lord within combat focus. The immense pressure of his opponent’s presence in the Dark Side of the Force was felt like the weight of a dead sun on his back, cold black flames warping his vision and making the already huge Sith seem fathomless. He braced himself, trying valiantly to maintain his center of light and peace, usually so simple to accomplish… but his resolution faltered amidst the visceral hatred he felt beating down upon him from the glowing eyes flashing with Dark Side corruption. He licked his dry lips and tightened his grip on his lightsaber. “It has been a while, Sith.”

The Dark Lord’s toothy maw split open in a feral grin, forked tongue darting out to taste the faintest whiff of fear in the air. “Always a dubious pleasure, Master Heilon.” His unlit weapons twirled once in his fingers, and the dark flames of his presence in the Force flared around him in sparks Heilon’s mind could only see as a spray of blood. A deep rumble shook the earth around them, and the Sith Lord took a heavy step forward, igniting but one of his lightsabers and dragging the blade through the dusty ground.

Heilon took an involuntary step back as the blade snapped up to the Sith Lord’s face in a mocking salute, casting ragged shadows and illuminating the malevolent intent behind those corrupted eyes.

The Sith Lord’s smile turned predatory, and his voice dropped low and thick with the promise of violence. “Could my name be so far from your tongue?”