[center][h2]Mandalore the Fallen[/h2][/center]

"Nor do I wish to kill you." I nod slowly. "Okay. We shall fight. If I win, then fate has decreed that I am worthy to remain Mand'alor, and I will spend the rest of my life making up for my mistakes, and proving that I can be the leader I always wanted to be. But, if I lose, then I will renounce my title... and spend the rest of my life making up for my mistakes by serving the NEW Mand'alor." I give Temari a mournful smile. "Name the arena."

[center][h2]HJ Twilight[/h2][/center]

It was admittedly a bit frightening to see Ava switch so easily between seemingly stable and completely unhinged. I'd underestimated just how strongly she'd been effected by stress and Sucal's dark taint. I cross my arms and stand with Hank. There was too much to say, and it would all come out messy if I tried. "Hank, my friend... Consider yourself lucky you aren't organic."