The Great Warrior of the Skeletons approaches.
Wielding both a mace and a sword, this menacing animation approaches Darth and the clearing and places a foot on Darth's saber. Several legions of skeletons surround the two and make a battle ring.
The Great Warrior of the skeletons kicks Darth's saber over, tempting him to engage in battle. He gives Darth a deathly grin and raises his sword to point at the saber.
Darth winced as he unsteadily rose to his feet.
He looked around the circle at the legions of skeletons that surrounded them.
"Well, looks like this is it. May as well make it good." he thought to himself.
"Although even if I win this fight, I will still die because of the bloody thousand and twelve other skeletons surrounding us." he thought with a grimace.
He gestured towards the saber hilt, to himself and then to the skeleton warrior, and gives a look that asks everything without saying any words. The skeleton warrior simply nods, grinning eerily with its face of death.
Slowly bending down and picking up the hilt, Darth took the opportunity to look around at his surroundings one last time. Skeletons and other creatures as far as the eye could see. The fallen Sky City a few hundred meters away, a small cloud of smoke rising from it.
"I hope Duffie, Durwin, Harmak and Blob survive. And Refresh. That man saved my life once already. Looks like the least I can do is possibly return the favor. So many of their warriors are being distracted by this, it might buy them time. Heck, I've owed him a life ever since that fight with the bandits."
Reassured by this thought, although none too happy about the possible outcome, Darth clicked on his lightsaber once more with its deadly crimson blade.
"C'mon, skelly-boy. Let's roll." he said in an eerily calm voice.
Focusing, shutting out the pain. That was the only way he could beat this warrior, what with his own hurt knee, he quickly deduced. That, or some unexpected help.
"I'm going to die here, aren't I?" he thought to himself.
"Could be worse, I suppose. I'll for sure give him the fight of his existence."
Fighting through the pain he took a firm two-handed grip on the saber, took a step forwards, and raised the gently humming blade until it pointed right at the chin of the skeleton warrior.
"I
said, let's roll." he said darkly, motioning at the face of the warrior.
[Perfectly fine with me, apologies for the slow response]