The Master’s Victory (duplicated)

Listen. Two warriors clashed for a woman they thought needed saving. SuperRay versus Elartus Henreticus,

lightsabers blazing through the air, raw power erupting as they hurled debris at each other.

Every object deflected in flashes of blue and red. The battle raged until she stepped

forward, her own blade igniting with a brilliant glow. Both warriors froze.

She was no prize to be won. She was a master. Her strikes were lightning,

her form flawless. Within moments, both men retreated into the shadows, their egos shattered.

She stood alone in the silence, victorious. The galaxy never needed their rescue.

It needed hers.