Falling towards what could be considered his doom, The demon sith master closed his eyes. Delving his mind deep into his dark pool of energy. All the knowledge he had gained over his years as a sith were going to be put to the test right here and now.
With flames billowing up and around him, scorching his clothes, Malice blocked out the pain as his mind concentrated about him. Manipulating the molecules that floated around him with the force, Malice was now taking control of the wind. A strong gust of wind shot from the sky into the chasym.
Racing towards the demonic sith, it caught him in mid flight. As Malice slowed, he soon felt his body being lifted upwards. Just then, something else of emergency was happening. The chasym started to close. Malice was in a race against time. Opening his eyes, he kept his mind on the wind. Forcing it to move faster and faster. Pushing him ever so closer towards the top.
As the chasym closed, a cloud of dust billowed up into the air from the strength of the ground colliding. The cloud of dust was quickly blown away by gust after gust of wind. When all was clear, Janus could see Malice was still alive. His clothes had holes and burn marks all over. From the holes, Janus could see patches of blackened skin where the fire had touch him.
Malice's dark blue eyes glowed with pure hatred. Drawing upon the pain his body was being drowned in, He kept up the wind. Levitating him 3 feet from the ground. Staring at Janus, Malice said nothing. Instead, he held out both hands infront of him. Channeling the pain, anger, and pure hatred that filled his body, heatwaves began to form infront of his hands. Soon, a ball of fire appeared.
It grew and grew, till it was bigger then his dark ball of pure force energy he had used before. With merciless intent, Malice launched his attack. A stream of fire shot forth from the ball. With it, the gusts of wind swhirled around the stream. Causing Malice to be lowered to the ground, but succeeding in increasing his attack.
Malice had launched a napalm attack at Janus. Taking a few deep breaths, Malice was now putting all his concentration and energy into his attacks. He was done trying to teach Janus. This fight was going to be over very soon. Janus was now about to see just why Malice was rightfully a master. And soon, so will everyone else.