LIKE AN UNDERTOW && o, Entrance ritual

Anakin Skywalker moves, standing on two legs. It was unnatural and his body looked bent out of place. It was his former self, after all. A gigantic cyborg that was less lion than machine. He rolled his shoulder, lightsaber in had and the dark lenses focused on her, constrasting his white suit and armor. The cape fluttered to a resting point. The lion was still.

”You are a failure,” The beast rumbled, grip tightening on his hilt. “So you must die,”