Truth of Soul. (A Rosario+Vampire x Jedi Male Reader fanfic.)

Chapter 36: Kyber Symphony

Y/N P.O.V.

The blades on Marcus' saber begin to spin. He throws his lightsaber at me, and rushes towards me, the grinding and creaking in his body growing louder with each movement. Batting the over-glorified chakram aside with my blade, I prepare my next attack.

Gathering mass amounts of brick and rubble from the previous battle at one point, I overhaul it all together into a massive boulder. As I chuck the mass at Marcus, he makes no attempt to dodge it, instead closing his hand in a manner that would make his fingers resemble a drill, and it begins spinning. He drives this hand into the boulder, inexplicably splitting it in two. I attempt to end the fight before things can go much farther, and use the force to suspend the two halves and crush Marcus from both sides. 

No. He's determined to test me. He wants this to last. And he's going to make it last.

Using his drill formation again, he jabs both halves of the boulder before they can crush him, effectively splitting them further. He continues his rush towards me, drawing his saber back to him, and reigniting both blades.

He raises his saber to attack, I immediately defend against his strike, raising my own blade over my head. His blade crashes into mine with a violent hiss as sparks begin to fly from our blades.

We disconnect, beginning to move faster and faster as out blades bash against each other. Ten strikes. Then twenty. He begins to push me back a few feet. I dash to the side, attempting to get behind him, and just barely ducking under his attempt to decapitate me. My attempt to stab him in the back is met with an airborne saber batting my blade to the side, sending it flying from my hands, embedding my deactivated saber in the wall to my left. He turns to face me, smirking.

(Marcus) - Come on, little brother. I thought you were better than this.

I'm shocked and stunned. Now that he's unbound from his past sorrow and hate, he finally has clarity, and he's using it to give me a run for my money. His defense is nearly impenetrable at this point, but there's two things he's not counting on right now.

The first being the fact that I don't truly need solid ground to fight on - not since learning overhaul - and the fact that I'm aware he doesn't take falling well. 

(Y/N) - You haven't seen anything yet.

Drawing my saber back to me, and planting my other hand on the ground, I completely destroy the ground beneath us, along with the next few floors below.

(Marcus) - ...So I haven't.

Gravity begins to take its course as we plummet to the ground. I open with a swipe to his chest, leaving a burnt gash in his chassis, allowing a blue fluid to spill from his body. He claws at the wound for a moment, letting it go, once he realizes there's nothing he can do to fix it. With the remaining time we have left before we hit the ground, I take a quick moment to scan his body. I cut something. Something vital. I've just cut his time shorter than it already was. 

I'd say this might have just gotten easier, but I can't risk jinxing myself. Marcus has been known to push himself to the point that it was a miracle to still be alive. It was the reason he was such a dangerous target - because no matter how many times I brought him to his knees, cut him up, and necessitated a new prosthesis, he always got back up, and started the hunt all over again.

It was to be admired back in the Nightmare Squadron. His will alone allowed him to survive things that would have destroyed lesser men. That's why I looked up to him: because he was strong - because I believed him to be stronger than me. I knew that strength wasn't all that mattered in the end, but that was the main reason.