Pre-TL: Rich and Blind

[Orbit]

Talok told him that emotion would be the source of his power and he could tell the man wasn't lying. As his anger navigated and curled within himself, he could feel the force reacting right there with it, waiting for it to strike out and be utilized as a weapon. Whatever emotion that he felt whenever he tried to uncover his past, it had always tormented Ender and he was ready to inflict it upon someone else instead of himself. The weights on his shoulders continued to grind and crack his back and he didn't even know the reason why they were so heavy and oppressive.

Before he could speak on Talok's words, he heard the crackling of electricity before he was slammed in the chest with a fierce burn. Ender was pushed from the edge and rolled with his momentum before spinning so that he was least on his feet and facing towards Talok. Ender's sword was already drawn as he breathed heavy, smoking rising from different segments of his clothing as they were burned through. He was furious, wondering why Talok had turned on him out of the blue but then the man confusingly tossed his saber in the direction of him. Ender glanced at Talok and then the saber, wondering what type of trick this was but he didn't waste any time as he tossed his vibro-sword and reached for the saber.

It felt comfortable in his hand, natural in a way. Just a few seconds of having it within in his grasp and it already felt like an unknown extension of him. It was something he didn't know that he needed but now that he had it, Ender couldn't imagine himself without one on his hip. Talok told him to embrace his anger and his thumb slid over the ignition, the crimson blade erupting forth as it let out a unique wail to being activated. The red light reflected off the side of Ender's face as he stared at it for a few moments. But then his gaze snapped toward Talok and he immediately brought the blade down before charging at the man, his blade coming in as a slash and barely a whir through the air. If he wanted anger then he would get it.

 

[Phoenix]

There it was. The anger that Talak was looking for in his... new apprentice? That seemed a little cliche, but regardless of the name, it was another person that he was leading down the same dark path that tormented him. The first step, he thought.

In many ways it would likely ruin his life, but for every piece of him he lost, it would open a thousand new doors. Doors that could cause the entire galaxy to bow down at his feet.

Ender held the same as an extension of himself, and just from watching him, Talak knew that he would be a skilled duelist. He moved with natural grace, and the anger he was embracing would only hone his reflexes.

His own saber ignited with a buzz and the two were into the fight. He lunged forward to meet Ender's strike. His saber flew upward and met the downward slash before swinging around and toward the other man's left side. Talak was confident that Ender would either block or dodge the strike, but if he didn't then this would be an awfully short fight. Neither of them had set their blades to a stun setting, but that was the way of the dark side. They had to cull the weak from the galaxy.

The flash of their blades striking buzzed and scraped along one another from slash after slash that rung out over the sound of the crashing waves below. Whether Ender would notice it or not, the two were now moving so quickly that they were nearly a blur: caught up in the thrill of battle. It was one of the only times that everything else he'd ever done seemed to melt away. It was where he belonged. It felt good.