Malice was caught off guard by this sudden move. The ground beneath him opened up like a hungry rancor ready for it's meals. And to add to the insult, a firey bath awaited him below. It was as if the very earth its self was going against him.

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.

*Janus knelt on the ground, breathing hard. He had drained himself considerably on that last attack, and it had done almost nothing. As Janus panted, he grew angry, angry at himself for failing, angry at Malice for secceeding, angry at everything. His anger boiled up within him, and opened his mind all the more clearly to the force. He felt, rather than saw, Malice's attack come in, he had to do something, and fast. Time seemed to slow down as his plan came to action, from the sky flashed a bolt of lightning, right into Malice's attack. THe collision caused a huge explosion, larger than the one when Janus had used his fireballs, larger than when Malice had used the dark ball.

*Janus was thrown back, landing hard on his back, with 3 cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder, and a broken leg. Janus knew, that with how close Malice had been, he would be in similar pain.

*Janus immediately started force healing, but having lost the burst of power from his anger, and having used so much energy so far in the fight, it wasn't working to good. He could feel his knee start to repair, which was all he really needed to continue the fight, he could pop his shoulder back into place. He would have to ignore the pain in his ribs, until the force could fully repair them. He stood up, well rather lurched up, and stood tenderly on his repairing knee. He lurched forward, onto his dislocated shoulder, the right one, and hit it hard on the ground, poping it back into place. It still hurt, but it was useable....

The lightning bolt coming down was a surprise to the demonic sith. As there was not a single thunder cloud in the sky. Janus was obviously the creator of it. The explosion happened fast. A bit too fast for Malice to react to.

As a result, he was thrown back violently. Malice landed hard on his left side. His shoulder instantly popping out of place. A crunching sound alerted him to a couple of ribs being broken. But it did not stop there, Malice slid across the rocky terrain. His skin easily giving way to the hard surface of the ground. A red, crimson trail smeered the rocks where Malice had slid across.

Finally coming to a stop, Malice moved onto his back. Taking in deep breaths, He just layed there. His body hurt like hell. Pain, pain seemed to replace the flow of blood into his veins. As that was all he had felt. His left side was practically out of commission. Two or possibly more ribs broken, his shoulder popped out making his left arm unuseable.

Plus, the whole left side of his body was covered in blood. Slowly starting to sit back up, Malice stared at Janus. Anger started to build up once more. Anger, hate, and the pain swhirled around in the pit of Malice's conciousness. Filling his pool of dark energy.

(This ones starting to annoy me. I think i shall end this fight very soon)

He muttered in his mind. Making sure to block his thoughts from being read. Trying to stand, Malice had to leab on his left arm, supporting practically all of his weight. Normally, he would be like Janus and put the force to work at healing him. But instead he decided to concentrate all of his force energy into his attacks. He was going to end this fight here and now.

Drawing upon the pain, the anger, and the hate that seemed to endlessly fill his body, Malice was preparing for yet another assault. Janus was far from done seeing what Malice could do.

*You've done well so far Janus. But, i'm afraid this fight is going to have to come to an end very soon. You have proved yourself a worhty fighter. However, now it's time you see what the darkside truly has to offer you*

As he was speaking, and even when he had stopped, the darkside continued to build up within him. Malice was maping out his final attack. One that would finish this fight, and Janus.

*Janus sighed loudly as the dust settled. He stood wobbily, barely able to stand the pain in his healing knee.*

"I would be lying, Malice, to say I am not interested. But you have to be a fool to think I would let you pull something off without giving you some trouble. I may be tired and weak, but my body can still pull somethings off...."

*Janus seemed to flicker, then disapear altogether. It was hard on him just to do this simple maneuver, that he had done so many times already. He hobbled away from where he had been, about 3 feet.*

(You can't attack what you can't see.)

*Janus concentrated, allowing the force to permeate through his entire body. The pain was whiped out, he could feel it no more, though he knew it was there. He started gathering the force to him, though difficult, since he was healing his leg, he was able to do it. He moved this concentration of the force forward, and into the ground, though it made no mark, he moved it there. He had stopped trying to heal himself, concentrating completely on using the force as his next offencive.*

Malice merely stood there. Still the demon sith had not yet decided on healing himself. The darkside however continued to flow into his body. Raging like a freak storm at sea. Tidal waves of pure dark energy flowed through him.

(I may not be able to see you Janus. But i can sense you. You seem to forget that you are using the force. Your presense sticks out to me like a lightsaber through someones gut)

Though Malice could feel where Janus was, he decided against doing anything to him now. His attack was not yet ready. He still needed more power. The sith master had faught Janus enough to know that whatever he did, Janus was always coming up with some counter measure. Well, Malice was now about to see how Janus would fair against multiple attacks.

(Yes, but I can shut off my presence when need be, Malice.)

*Janus continued to concentrate on the force. He was going to need this energy, he could tell. He was slowly gathering more power into it. He was fanning it out, throughout the whole plateau, making the entire plateau seem as if he was standing there. His presence was no longer able to be found without much concentration. Janus moved a few feet from where Malice knew him to be.*

Malice still stood there. His mind practically swimming in the sea of force energy that radiated all over his body. His body was like a dark becon within the galaxy. A being filled with pure darkside energy.

*Poor Janus. You would expend more of your energy just to hide yourself. Foolish. But i'll tell ya what. I shall end this duel quickly*

Lifting up both hands, Malice closed his eyes. He was about to unleash his last attack for this battle. Everything around him seemed to go quite. The wind, the earth, and any animals near or around them. It was as if all bowed to the demon siths command. The darkside within Malice began to stir and rage outwards now.


In a wave of force energy, Malice hit everywhere he felt Janus with a force push. One by one the areas around him disappeared. Until one spot of force energy remained. And that, was where Janus was. Like a haze in the mid afternoon sun, Malice's form vanished. He had increased his speed many times over with the built up force energy he had within him.

The demon sith moved faster then the speed of sound. Ending up behind the invisible Janus. Once more appearing, Malice held out his hands, Gripping Janus on the shoulders.

*Found you.....*

Was all he said as the bolts of black force lightning leapt from his arms and fingertips. Covering the form of Janus. Like a lamp, Janus's body lit up. The lightning creating an outlining of his form.

Laughing maniacally as Janus shook and squirmed under the power of the black force lightning, Malice let go. Kicking him forwards. Still holding out his hands, Malice eyed the spot where Janus fell. The lighting still lit up his body. as Reminents of the attack could still be seen. And probably felt.

*And so it ends*


With sweat covering his forehead, Malice launched the first part of his final attack. One massive ball of fire formed within his palms. It grew to nearly 3 times the size of a humans head. Without waiting for any counter attack, Malice struck. Practically standing over Janus did not give the fellow sith anytime at all to dodge. The fireball hit Janus square in the chest.

The once invisible sith was no longer invisible. As Malice could now clearly see him. With his concentration broken, Janus could no longer hide from the demon sith master. His clothes that once covered his chest had immediatly been burnt away.

Malice snickered. The second part of his last attack he was getting ready. Should Janus still be able to fight, then he would be done for good after this. Malice was preparing a spell. One that would use up the rest of his force energy.

*Janus lay on the ground, still concentrating on the force. He gave up on the invisibility, it was draining him to much. But Malice did have to take the time to find him at first, which had given him enough time to finish his scheme. As he lay there, the force he had held under the ground was unleashed, ripping the plateau's top 10 feet straight up into the air.

*Janus and Malice were thrown from each other, as bothe were practically flying through the air. Even though it hurt considerably, Janus twisted himself around, so that he faced the Demon Lord as they fell to the ground.

*He called the force that was still surrounding them to him, he put out both his hands, palms pointing at the form of Malice as he fell with him, about 20 feet away. The force funneled itself into the palms of Janus' hand, and aiming, just as Malice had aimed with the dark ball, with more accuracy than a TIE fighter, Janus launched this energy. It circled around Malice, and brought him down, hard to the ground, where he was being crushed into the earth. This attack Janus had formed was making a concentrated gravitational pull, pulling Malice inside it. As long as Janus could concentrate, Malice would be stuck in gravity's hold.

*Janus hit the ground, with a loud cracking sound. No telling how many bones were broken, nothing but pain racking his body. But still he continued concentrating, not wanting to allow Malice to use his final attack. But he was losing it, losing his hold, losing the strength of the pull...*

As Malice was just about ready to unleash the last part of his attack, Janus countered. It was quite an unexpected counter so to speak. The very ground beneath them lifted up into the air. Throwing Malice off balance causing him to stumble and fall. As the two sith descended back down with the now loose plateau beneath them, the demon sith suddenly felt a heavy pressure come over him.

A feeling like tons of weight was suddenly dropped on him. On instinct, Malice placed a shield behind him. As expected, he slammed into the earth beneath them as they once more came down to land. Malice's form was quickly being pressed inot the earth. The shield absorbed the major part of the damage he would have recived in being slammed into solid rock. However, the pressure being applied on him forced him to be right up and against his shield. Thus squeezing him. If he didn't act quickly, he would be crushed to death from the pressure.

(Damn.....i didn't expect him to have this much strength left. Better act quickly)

Mustering up the last of his strength, Malice lifted his right arm. With it, the now loose rocks rose up. They were all in different sizes and shapes. Some were even pointed at the tips. Making them like daggers. Thrusting his hand towards Janus, the rocks sped right for the sith.

With dead eye precision, the rocks began to pummel Janus in the head area, and all over his body. The rocks with the sharp tips hit.....and stuck right into him. Stabbing him as if they were actual daggers.

Malice grinned as he felt the pressure being lifted from him. Janus's concentration had been stopped. Malice's body wasn't faring to well now. The pressure had broken another rib or two. His left knee was now broken. Not to mention bruises covered his body. Blood stained his once pure white clothes.

Mangaing to roll onto his right side, He crawled out of the small pit his body had dug. Looking towards Janus, Malice spoke. He found it hard to even speak with his energy all spent.

*That was a good fight Janus. Good fight indeed*

Mustering up whatever strength he might of had left, Malice managed to get himself into a sitting position. Gripping to his side, he unclipped his lightsaber. Out of everything that had just happened, the thing still managed to hold together. Igniting the twin blades, he aimed it at Janus. he may not have enough force energy to levitate it towards him, he did have enough strength to throw it like a spear.

*But i believe the victory is mine. Unless you'd like to contest it?*

With that Malice got the lightsaber aimed and ready to launch. He doubted even Janus had enough energy to move if the saber came flying at him. After all, they weren't that far apart from each other.

*Janus opened his mouth, as he did so, he coughed up blood. His body was pure pain, it felt like every bone in his body was broken. His pure black robes were soked with blood. He amazed himself that he could speak.*

"As always, Malice, you underestimate me..."

*Malice was still lying in the area where he had been when Janus had increased the gravitational pull. Though he had rolled, he was still mainly in it. The force was still where it had been, disappating very slowly. Janus concentrated on this, letting his pain and hatred fill his body. The force reacted quickly and once again smashed Malice into the ground, with the impact of a ton of bricks.*

*Janus coughed blood again.*

"I may not be able to hold this long, Malice, but by the time I lose my concentration, you will be to weak to move. If you call it a draw now, it will be over, but if you don't I will continue."

*Janus coughed again...*