Zandor either did not hear Zeta, or he just ignored him. Entering the arena, he walked on to the battle field. Dust and dirt covered the field, scorch marks where all over the sides of it. A few small craters where near the center, but the stands seemed to be in perfect condition.
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Zeta's face fumed with anger, his hands clenched into fists. He did not like being ignored. He figured the hopper was too bust concentrating, alone with himself, now aware of what was around him. If that were true...

Zeta reached out with the force, probing the hopper's mind, reading his thoughts, catching only the last of what Zandor had said in his mind before Zeta himself had let go of Zandor's mind.

....I'll pay you back, Juggernaut.

Zeta smiled to himself.

Interesting...the story has just now only begun to unfold...

Zandor scaned the crowd seats. Empty, good. He lifted a hand/paw, and concentrated. 10 of the chairs began to rise and spin around in a circle. He raises one finger, 2 of the chairs rise. They lift off, and crash back down to the ground with aloud clang. He does the same till just two are left. He waves his hand to the side, and they go flying against the sadium wall and shatter.

Crossing the arena he lifts three chairs into the air via the force. Twirling them around, he sets one alight with blue fire, burning it to ashes. The next, begins to fold into it's self. It folds to a small size, then disappears completely. The third, floats there, nothing happening.

Zeta continued to follow, though he thought the hopper's behavior rather unusual.

He figured the hopper was venting in some way shape or form. He could not figure out the hopper's purpose for all this, so he assumed it was venting.

Still he said nothing to the hopper, Zeta knew well enough to let anything well left alone. It was not the time.

He watched in silence, wondering if there was anymore tricks up the hopper's sleeve.

The chair fell to the ground with a clang, landing on it's legs. It sat there, nothing happening. Then, slowly, a small balck hole began to form behind it. It grew slowly, the twisting nether of it's depths swirling inward to utter doom. It grew as tall as Zeta, and stopped, sitting there. Then, it began to twirl faster, sucking in dust and dirt. The chair moved slightly. The black hole seemed to tackle the chair, swallowing it up. The chair fell down into the endless depths of the twisting nether.

Zandor stood there, watching the floating hole. It began to shrink, swallowing it's self. It was soon gone, as if it was never there. "And that's what I'll do to you. I'll send you to an empty, lifeless world. You won't be ki|led like you would be in a normal black hole, oh no. You will be sent to another world, helpless and alone. Just as you left me when you ki|led my brother." Zandor seemed to spit out the words, loathing the mere thought of the Golem.

Now that everything had died down, he quietly made his way toward Zandor, stopping just a foot away from him.

"Who is he? This...presence you speak to?"

Zeta wondered if it was perhaps someone he would see, maybe even the chance to face.

Zandor stood there, looking at the stadium. "He who I speak of his the champion's master. The Champion is JuggerNaut, who I hope you will utterly destroy in battle. His master, is of no concern to you. I want his puppet destroyed, then he will be helpless."

Zeta eyed the hopper critically, thinking to himself.

"We shall see where the champion's fate belongs in due time."

He walked closer toward the hopper, his black shoes shuffling across the sand as he moved to face the hopper fully.

"You must learn to have patience. Even a Sith such as myself must learn to have patience. Good things come to those who wait.."

Though those good things were usually bad things in the eyes of others, howeever, to a Sith the bad was the good that brought enjoyment to any Sith.

"Bah. I've waited for 5 years, and nothing good has happened. If you fail, then I will have to find a new person to fight that horrid giant. But I expect you to win, even if I have to make it so you will. I'm getting that lug out of the way, once and for all!"
Zandor whipped 'round and glared furiously at Zeta, his eyes burning with pure h@tered.

"Nothing comes from a clouded mind full of doubt...You sound doubtful."

He made one swift nod of his head at the hopper, noticing the hatred within his eyes.

"You will see...soon enough...you will see. You of all people should know that size matters not. A Giant he may be, but that does not mean that he can't be defeated. Everyone has a weakness...everyone."

Zeta's eyes seemed to pierce into the hopper's own eyes.

"I will find his weakness...and he will be destroyed."