Darc simply glared at Khoroth.
Khoroth: "Yes, the fact that your no Jedi is quiet obvious. You have no clue who I am. And you definitely underestimate my undertsanding of the Sith. Do you even know who trained me? tsk. Of course not. Do you see this blade?
He engages his Blue Lightsaber.
Khoroth: "...It was once red. As were my eyes....in my past.Now, did you say that was a challenge? Because you have no idea of my power, ability, and lust for blood. And although I would hate to have blood of someone associated to the Jedi order on this blade again, dont tempt me."
Darc looked up to the sky.
Computor: "Another Absinth, please."
And small platform rose form the grounds, bearing a neon green drink. Darc closed his red eyes and drank the hallucinaginic drink. He opene his eyes to reveal a light blue again.
Khoroth: "You see Khoroth," He bagan to pace left and right, slowly, "I have killed more than you can imagine. I have tortured until my victims die of shock. I have helped wipe out entire races, just because they were insulent. Hell, I have even put a thermal detonator down a wookies throat and thrown him of a cliff. Very messy. BUT, the Sith, well, let's just say the highly pissed me off. And I am an expert assasin. Not to mention I am quite cold blooded. And they made a mistake of killing a few family members of mine...Now I vow to fight for the 'light side' , if you will. But to challenge me, inb my opinion," he pulled out a short knife and cut a red line down his forearm, "Qould be a fairly big mistake..."
He looked around at all the spectators watching the scene.
Spectators: "AND WHAT ARE YOU STRAING AT? THERES NOTHING TO SEE HERE. YOU HAVE BOTS TO KILL. IF YOU EXPECT TO LIVE, YOU HAD BETTER GET SOME PRACTICE."
He looks back at Khoroth, awaiting a reply. Not the most subtle speech he's made, and surely not the most pleasent, but this is war. Nothing is PG-13...