*BrimStone sat in the Forest, alone. He smelled the anger inside of him, used it to fuel himself. He called out to WT through the Force*

"Come young padawan, it is your time."

OOC: i'm warning you here an dnow. BrimStone is lke the god of sith. He's fairly powerful, for aan apprentice,a nd if he had control, he could take a cnadle to ost sith masters. Unforutnately control is his fault, which is why he is only an apprentice.

(OOC Oh boy... OOC)

WT enters the forest, slightly afraid of what he might find there, but ready for anything. His paws/hands sat limply by his sides, but ready to draw weapons if need be. His large ears and eyes carefully scanned the for any sign of life.

OOC: I mispoke, he's powerful, but he lacks control, you won't have MUCH to worry about.. .heh...


*A tree next to WT is lit on fire by a fireball from the hands of BrimStone. He snaps his fingers.*

"You are lucky, little creature, if i had really concentrated, you would be dead."

"That's a relief." WT rolled his eyes as he said this. His hand/paw ready to unsheathe his lightsaber at any moment. "And why do you call me here? A duel perhaps?"