Archangel of Death vs. Pro-Koon
"My father... my master... all these countless blood debts... will be settled here today!!!" Jax Pavan had nearly lost his mind. Roaring, he charged forward with his Lightsaber swinging.
The smile on Darth Malthael's face grew ever more sinister. He raised a hand and instantly hurled a bolt of Force lightning at him!
With a crack, Jax Pavan's Lightsaber blocked the lightning. But the next second, he discovered that the walking corpses of the soldiers he had just destroyed were suddenly crawling back up and lunging at him again at an astonishing speed.
"Useless!" The fury in Jax Pavan's heart had reached its limit. His Lightsaber whirled like a gale, chopping those walking corpses into countless fragments once more.
But the next second, he suddenly sensed a threat coming from behind him!
Without hesitation, he spun around and slashed—
He missed! There was nothing there!
Then Jax Pavan sensed once again that the danger was still behind him!
But this time, a Force power that did not seem particularly strong erupted directly.
A gray energy, like smoke and fire, exploded across his body in an instant! Jax Pavan instinctively raised his hand to block it, but the gray energy actually clung to his hand and began to burn!
Cold! Piercing! It went straight into his soul!
The indescribable agony made Jax Pavan scream. He rolled across the floor, trying to extinguish the gray flames on his hand, but it was useless. The flames spread up his arm, from his elbow to his upper arm, then his shoulder, and finally all the way to his face!
Jax Pavan continued screaming without pause, his cries utterly miserable.
"I take back what I said about you earlier. In truth, you have disappointed me, Jax Pavan," Darth Malthael said