Y/N P.O.V.
(Issa) - I see I have your attention. It's nice to finally meet you, Mercenary Prince.
(Y/N) - I consider it an honor to meet you as well, Vampire King.
He chuckles, before turning to full-blown laughter. When he finally manages to get himself under control, he stands from his throne, slips the seal into his pocket, and begins to approach me.
Insert JOJO reference here.
(Y/N) - Look, do we really have to fight? You seem like a lot nicer of a guy than I anticipated. Can't we just exchange the seal now so I can go help my lady?
(Issa) - Hah! Unfortunately not. It's all part of a test, you see.
(Y/N) - Is that why your eldest daughters were attempting to kill me in the courtyard?
(Issa) - Yes. Clever move, by the way. If the fountains water hadn't been diluted, Kahlua wouldn't have been able to continue her stand against you.
He takes my silence as his cue to go on.
(Issa) - It occured to me that you would be just as ruthless as Revan, and all the others who came before you. You think with a tactical mind, and direct your actions with strategy. You prefer to end fights fast, and I will not let you. You are the heir to Darth Revan's legacy, and now that you stand before me, demanding a seal for my daughter, I will hold nothing back in ensuring you are worthy of both! There is no one above you holding claim to what remains of Revan's empire. This battle will be one to remember.
I draw my saber from my belt, and enter a Form VII stance.
(Y/N) - A battle between kings then?
He smirks, and disappears from view. I am only further unnerved by the fact that his voice appears behind me.
(Issa) - I would have it no other way.
I turn around, and sidestep just in time to avoid a left hook that would have shattered my spine.
I'm in this for the long haul.
His next punch is directed at my head. I just barely stop the attack with the force, and his fist remains mere inches from my face.
I push him back, and use the force to assault his mind. Clearly not used to the alternate form of attack, I rush him, activating both blades on my saber, and bashing away at his aura, slowly but surely whittling down his energy.
He opens his eyes, and a wave of terror washes over my body. All I can see in those eyes are bloodlust and malice. He stops my onslaught with just one hand, grabbing my wrist and suspending me in midair, seemingly having recovered from my attack on his mind.
I wanted to finish this quickly. I don't think that'll be the case.
(Issa) - My turn.
He flicks me in the sternum with his other hand, and with a rush of power, I go flying into the opposite wall. After some quick self-diagnosis, it feels as if most of my ribcage imploded with that one strike. One of my lungs has been punctured, and four broken ribs scrape against the other. It's a miracle I survived. I can barely move. Even breathing is a trial at this point. Looking to my left, I notice a severe lack of something.
What the hell is with this family and dismembering me? He's the third person I've met in the last two years who's removed my arm in one way or another.
Using Force Overhaul, I close my hand, and feel a wave of change wash over me. My body heals, my ribcage is back where it belongs, my lungs are fine, and I can move again. I look up, and notice him walking for the door with my arm in his right hand.
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