Veiled in Blood

[DeathToll]

Phili'p collapsed onto one knee, head down in defeat. His hands could barely hold his weight as he quivered with an overabundance of anger it seemed he could not sustain. His thumb and finger had even caught on the inside of his boot on the way down, causing him to stumble further. He wanted to lash out with a fury the galaxy has never seen. He was burning hotter than any star. He was prepared! He could taste victory!!! But his body just stopped. And with his crown shown to Sogar, it was but a matter of finishing it...

 

[Black Noise]

Dark Rage, Sogar's scheme would have brought out his full dark rage. Even as Phili'p collasped, Sogar attempted to activate his rage regardless.
But nothing happened.

It seemed that Sogar didn't even have the strength to give himself strength. He looked at Phili'p, who had dropped down in defeat. Was it another feint? Sogar couldn't tell. But he could not let even a supposed chance pass him up, after all, an acolyte could strike Sogar down in his current state.

He slowly moved towards Phili'p, tasting victory with every step. His consciousness was fading in and out with every microsecond. But he couldn't worry sbout that now, now was the time to-

Sogar, barely three feet away from Phili'p, collasped. No matter how powerful he was, no matter what rank he had, he made a judgement call just a few moments before, and that call had caused him to be impaled and electrocuted. He lost, and despite whether or not Phili'p could move, Phili'p was the only conscious one left.

 

[DeathToll]

The sound of a rolling thud gave pause to Phili'p's plans. He looked up. Honestly surprised.

True, he was at his wit's end. True, he had exhausted every ounce of power left within his reach. But Phili'p had too much spite. Only now did he realize the extent of his anger as it pulled back, the victor by default.

No. He had been robbed! Phili'p lifted up the stilleto blade in hand, pulled from the inside of his boot, and cried out as he dove at the collapsed body before him. He did not reach Sogar. He fell onto his face with defeat as he wept, his outreaching fist slapped onto the gasious ground. But he did not loose grasp of that knife. His grip, despite everything, would not let go. But every time he managed enough strength to stab the final blow for himself and his victory, the Sith Sogar was another arm's reach further away. He reached, each time, further; but Sogar, each time, was further still. There was no claiming the victory here. Not for Phili'p. The environment's swirling evil ploomed about the two, towers of the immortal dead, and reering back the immense statues of their ever lasting reach through the heavens...

Here, they were no more.

((absolutely awesome duel bro!!!))