Alone... that is how it began. a young boy without memory only of his name and knowledge of combat. this is the story of Onyx Hord, the last sith in the universe, and the undefeated duelist of Remnant.
The sound of crowd cheers filled the air as I prepared for the Mistral Tournament. I was selected for being the representative for Signal. Yeah, no pressure right? I brought my sword, my Crescent Nightshade, dagger/pistol, and my prototype hard-light plasma shield. I also got my new battle gear.
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I may be a powerful warrior to some, but I know there are people who could be stronger then me. Tulak, Khem, and Rex's training has helped me progress in ways I couldn't imgine. The holocrons and their teachings have helped me learn about the force including some techniques that could grant me powers that one could only dream about. The one problem though is this frequent bursts of power that come from nowhere. I thought that it was the force releasing excess energy, but when I talked to Tulak, he said that it wasn't the force nor was it my aura. when I tried to focus this strange power and I was able to summon a small flame. This wasn't the force, that much I could tell. Whatever it is, I need to learn how to control this.
Announcer: And on to the semifinal rounds. We have the runner-up Onyx Hord and his opponent Trent Vermillion!
Th crowds cheered as we entered the arena. I immediately drew my sword and got into a stance...
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I will be using form 2 in this fight. I saw that he was a swordsman and since form 2 is technically meant for swordsmanship combat, I have the advantage.
Trent: So your 'The Prodigy' people have been talking about huh?
Onyx: Yes, that would be me. What's it to you?
Trent: Someone like you has got to be surrounded by hotties back at Signal. You mind 'hooking' me up with one?
Great, my opponent is a pervert. Why can't I have an opponent with some dignity.
Onyx: While there are lovely ladies at my neck of the woods, I wouldn't stoop so low to degrade them. Hell, I wouldn't let a perverted lowlife like you near them just so you could satisfy your sick pleasure.
Trent: *angered*That's it!!!
He charged right at me. His moves were all too predictable. To normal people, he would be considered a skilled swordsman. To me though, he's nothing but a fly to swat away. He attempted to do a downward slash, only for me to parry it without effort. I then kicked him in the side. once he staggered, I attacked with an angular slash. Then I kicked him away, sending him to the wall while depleting his aura. Well that was a short match.
