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[b][color=red][h3][I]Ben Solo[/I][/h3]20 | Jedi Knight[/color][/b][/center]

[indent][indent]The match had started slow and steady, the students testing their master's defense and counterattacks. As expected piercing his reflexes would not come easy and his Force Shield was even harder to discern. There was not even a crack in that perfect sphere of control and durability. Indeed, his uncle had become a legend not by luck but by hard work and natural talent-with a hint of genetics peppered in.

Ben flipped backwards in a wide arcing motion after Odette's much needed save. [color=red][i]Thank you.[/i][/color]

At the height of his flip he ripped a chunk of earth from the ground and launched towards Luke's side. The Jedi Master seemed to tear it asunder from the inside, for it explode before hitting him, raining rocky pieces on the arena. He looked at Ben and Ben imagined his uncle was displeased with such tactics. He ground his teeth, feeling the facade begin to crumble, he could hear his grandfather's voice in the distance. It whispered to be merciless, to kill the old fool. 

[color=red][b]"Not here... not now."[/b][/color] He rushed back into the fray. 

The two of them continued to press the Jedi Master. Once or twice, Ben could have swore Luke had been forced to actively participate, to use a Force Push, Pull, or even Repulse. It was during a slight reprieve when Ben reached his threshold for restraint. A stark line of gray flashed betwixt his mind, separating his use of the Light and Dark Side. It was beginning to gain a ruby hue now. He growled angrily before slamming his hand onto the ground inciting large fissures that seized the arena. No longer some test for sport, the battle had become personal. The heated exchange and the ease of which Luke was winning had fed his anger until it broiled and bubbled, now it was ready to erupt.

Nearly eight months of pent up ire fueled his strength in the Force. A subtle gasping noise had begun to rise, a symphony of suffocation. Ben had not realized the sheer influence he was demonstrating but the padawans had begun to choke. A dozen invisible hands were strangling them all. He stood very slowly, reveling in the dusky embrace of the Dark Side. 

Then suddenly he yelled. [color=red][b]"Traitorrr!"[/b][/color] 

His shoulders rose and dropped, he could feel the sweat of sudden exertion begin to dampen his robes. He slid his arms from the outer one, tossing it aside. Next he begun to stalk his Uncle; walking from point-a to point-b with a strangled noise around him. He cocked his lightsaber back and fro to escape himself, the rage. It was consuming him more thoroughly than ever before.[/indent][/indent]