The Dark Lord strode full into the room from the side entrance, a grin dancing across his lips.
Jax, of course, said nothing. He merely stood firm and militaristic in nature watching the man. The Dark Lord, however, was another matter all together. Twin blades of crimson light energy snapped into being in each of his hands. He stalked forward, toward his prey.
"He is not the one who should be worried about dying here, Jedi."
The Dark Lord stalked his prey like any other predator, sizing him up. Slowly, he began to circle, sensing him through the Force.
"You are very weak for someone who would call themselves a master. You should never have come here. It will be your end, Jedi."

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