Var waited for the arrogant kid out on the battlefield, which happened to be a graveyard. His scythe was lit, bathing him in a dull green glow. A bolt of lightning struck a few hundred metres away, shattering a tree with a loud snap. Gaven13, thou art hereby charged to meet thy grave tonight. By mine hands, and mine hands alone. The Sith sent across the force to wherever the boy may be. Tonight, thou shalt die.