Fighting on Mustafar is absolutely no joke, that's become incredibly apparent to me, as I slice the heads off Jedi, padawan and master alike. god, it's so hot here, the nearby lava pools making the heat blistering. I don't really stop to look at any of the Jedi scum I'm slaughtering, or anything like that before they're on the ground, dead. I glance over at you, and see you're getting a little overwhelmed. I roll my eyes, and throw my saber, impaling the Jedi... you're getting sloppy, Darth.
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