.....I was facing Anakin on what was decidedly unstable ground. The heat from the lava was so intense, it seared my beard and the ends of my hair. The rock beneath my feet shook and trembled as did the lightsaber clenched in my fist. Anakin stared at me with wild eyes, eyes filled with hate and rage and deception. The air was unbearably hot and it burned my lungs as I breathed, hard.......