Darkness, Hail... [OPEN to Sith]

[DeathToll]

Kemp ducked further with the bend -already in motion- at Sogar's outstretching hand, seeing the lighting miss overhead. And with a flash of a spin - Kemp released pressure from their saber lock, smacked the blunt end into Sogar's lightsaber hand thus crossing Sogar's hand over himself, and returned to Sogar with a blue-beamed stab to the chest.

The whirling rotation was the fastest Kemp had moved thus far...

 

[Black Noise]

Sogar stopped, his breath caught in his throat, the world spinning around him. He dropped his lightsaber, which deactivated before hitting the ground, and reached out. He grabbed onto the Jedi with and iron grip, and coughed. Looking down, Sogar could see the saber pike imbedded in his chest. Looking up, Sogar stared straight into the eyes of his killer, then smiled. He could barely whisper.
"Y-you ar-are str-strong. We shou-should do this a-again, sometime-"

Then Sogar slipped off the lightsaber as his strength failed him completely, and he thudded to the ground. The second he did hit the ground, however, he felt himself lurching upwards, though his body didn't move.

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Suddenly, Sogar lurched awake, and felt his chest, he was alive, but he knew, that was no dream. So he sat there, thinking of the Jedi, and smiling.

 

[DeathToll]

Kemp froze in position, slowly rising his widening eyes from the heat of battle. Doubt and disbelief climbing over his senses, burrying his thoughts with a fear of what he had done. Kemp watched as the Sith looked down to his fatal wound, then shook Kemp with surprise at the slap of his iron grip upon him.

Kemp could do nothing but listen, looking deep into his eyes as he spoke. Kemp couldn't make sense of it at first, then began to wonder. Was this all a...

The Sith's limp body slid back and onto the floor, revealing the empty position of that other dark presence; and Kemp lifted a foot back behind him. He stumbled back, dropping the pike into the gasious gray as it ploom up and around; the floor seeming almost never there. The dark and malicious cloud swirled up and began to comsume his entire being as he try and get away, tripping backwards into the darkness. He screamed...

...His body turned over, a loss of gravity overwhelming his senses as he fall off the side of his bed and scream; short-founded, his back plopping onto the ground with a hiccup as he realize where he is. He was ...dreaming. No. There was more than that ...those words. His words echoed in his mind, and Kemp was sure of it. He'd see him again...