Arachna's fierce offensive strikes barely missed the young Sith as he backed off quickly. His lightsaber held in A defensive stance. (Y/N) gave it his all to parry each and every one of Aleera's swings. Darth Arachna did not seem like she would tire. Especially under the heavy influence of Krassus' ancient Sith magic. (Y/N)'s frantic backtracking got so bad that his back was eventually up against a wall. His former Jedi companion threw all her might into overpowering her cornered foe.

Arachna: "Die! Weakling!"

(Y/N): "Aleera please, see past this, he's using you!"

Arachna: "You say so because you experienced failing at being his apprentice. Whilst I on the other hand shall succeed."

(Y/N) was able to find an opening and escaped the deadlock. Aleera growled and turned to face him once more.

(Y/N): "I don't want to fight you."

Arachna: "I wouldn't want to fight me either."

(Y/N)'s crossguard blades then opened up from their hidden compartment, he twirled his blade around in an attempt to intimidate her and make her back off. But Aleera just tilted her head, and charged forward once more. (Y/N) force-pushed her into back into the wall, but she just got back up like a rabid wolf and charged at him once more.

(Y/N) was able to knock Aleera's green lightsaber out of her grip, attempting once more to scare her using his Force Lightning. This was countered by her blocking it and almost immediately she madly tried to cut him down with her blue saber.

(Y/N): "Stop! Aleera, listen to me!"

Krassus: "There is fortunately no stopping this, my young son. Only one of you will walk out of this."

Foreboding words from the overseer, Krassus closely watched the two combatants. The Dark-Wielders guarding their masters did as well.

Dark-Wielder: "Such raw strength from (S/N), Grandmaster."

Krassus: "My son is the type to regularly go on the offensive. Yet I'm noticing a huge lack of attacking blows from him.

Dark-Wielder: "The Jedi girl's agility is seeming to wear him down as we speak."

At this moment, Krassus also noticed something else, his son's anger was beginning to grow, alas his signature short temper. Frustration and fear were beginning to lead him back to hate, which slowly began to empower him.

Krassus: "Unless my son finally loses all sense of needless attraction for her, should he finally realize that there is no place in the galaxy for a relationship between a Jedi and Sith. Thus losing the Jedi girl, Aleera's one card that ironically is in her opponent's hand. Either way, I gain a strong apprentice out of this fight. Whether it be Arachna or (S/N)."

Dark-Wielder: "Masterfully executed plan my master, on par with the Ancient Emperor Vitiate."

Krassus: "Indeed, my servant. Indeed."

He calmly stated, still staying seated on his throne. Watching his machinations unfold right in front of his eyes. The two were at it, either Aleera or (Y/N) falls and Krassus knew he'd still win.

Krassus:

Krassus smiled ever so slightly.

Aleera and (Y/N)'s deadly dance lasted for a long while, Krassus kept a weary eye on Darth Arachna. Who he deemed fit to become his new student. Whenever (Y/N) tried to flee the room he was blocked off with the Dark-Wielder's vibro-spears. He knew better than to waste his Force powers on mere barely Force-sensitive henchmen.

Arachna: "A coward and a weakling. Is your life really filled with that much failure?"

(Y/N)'s patience was teetering on the edge of a string. Love for his opponent was unfortunately beginning to get snuffed out by hate.

(Y/N): "Stop! Dammit!"

Arachna: "You only want me to stop because you need to recollect yourself. Inferior..."

The young Sith gritted his teeth, hard as something inside of him finally snapped.

(Y/N): "I said ENOUGH!!!"

He roared out, his short temper finally got the better of his judgement. Fuelled by the Dark Side's vast power pool, he raged forwards and used Form V 'Djem So' to it's fullest extend. His absolute fury steamrolled past Darth Arachna's defences. His deep crimson blade swung hard and accurately. Aleera may have been the athletic and quick witted one, but (Y/N)'s sheer strength began to win him back the initiative.

This time Darth Arachna was astounded by the power her opponent was suddenly able to pull almost out of nowhere. Soresu was beginning to fail her, Darth (S/N) was just too strong and in tone with the Dark Side.

Krassus: "Marvellous, the creature the Dark Side can manifest into..."

For a brief few minutes (Y/N) reverted to the Sith monster that he truly was deep inside. Flashes of red began to overtake blue, and pretty soon Darth Arachna found herself back to back with the wall. Struggling to hold back (S/N)'s brutal strikes, she attempted to sever his fingers by forcing her lightsaber down whilst they were locking blades. But (S/N)'s crossguard blades prevented her effort to outwit her mad opponent.

Arachna: "Impossible!"

(S/N) knocked her blade away to the side, as he mightily stabbed his lightsaber forward. Fortunately, Arachna moved out of the way in time for it to just about graze her shoulder. Though it caused her to drop her blue lightsaber, leaving her defenseless. She cried out and whimpered in pain as she held her shoulder wound.

Krassus: "Extraordinary, (S/N)! Simply exquisite! A display to be remembered for centuries to come."

Krassus slowly clapped.

(S/N): "Thank you master."

He responded. (S/N) held his red blade dangerously close to Arachna's neck. She glared back at him with avarice and loathing.

Arachna: "Do what you need to do."

Krassus: "Kill her, (S/N). Do it. My son... take your rightful place by my side as the ascender to the New Emperor of the Sith!... End your enemy and your decades worth of training!"

Krassus' mad rambling became rabid, this was the moment which would decide the outcome of his planning. Though, (Y/N)'s expression softened. He lowered his crimson weapon. He could never... would never kill Aleera. Seeing her sit there helplessly, waiting for her seemingly inevitable death made him do something he had never done in his entire life of Darkness.

He shed a tear. A single one, but he had never cried in his life. To have done so here, could only mean that he had truly grown to love Aleera. Nothing, not even the uncaring, unloving apathetic Darth Krassus would be able to push him to kill her.

I turned to finally make a stand, dropping my lightsaber on the floor. Shocking Krassus, the guarding Dark-Wielders and even Arachna herself, who looked bewildered.

(Y/N): "No! You, give me back the girl I love! Now!"

Arachna: "(Y-Y/N)"

I heard her whisper.

I pointed and shouted towards what I used to call my father. I knew, that this was enough. I didn't want to give Krassus the pleasure of putting me down once again. Perhaps this one time, luck would be on my side.

All my life, I never saw my father show a twinge of emotion besides anger. Yet, I could see one right now. A chilling pinch of hidden joy.

Krassus: "Amusing, an oversight. Yet, still amusing."

He simply said, unleashing a barrage of purple-tinted Force lightning. I once again after many years felt it's scorching effects throughout my body, I don't remember it hurting this bad.

(Y/N): "AAAAGHHHHH!"

I felt my limbs lock up from the voltage, yet I could still see that sinister small smirk from Krassus.

Krassus: "Disobedient failure. I'm sure you remember this, you remember every. Single. Time. That this happened to you, and do you know what? I have to say, I always liked doing this a lot."

The searing pain only increased, I felt myself begin to slip away. My eyelids began to get heavy, blurry vision.