The lights I the room dimmed and all he could see was his lightsaber. The ancient tools hilt gleamed under the dim light of the blue blade. He could hear himself breathing as sweat trickled down his arm.
"Let the games begin" The voice said, and he felt his heart rate increase. Shadows moved out of the corner of his eye and he deflected the first volley before the droid retreated. Light began to blur as more bolts were deflected. The glow brightened as each bolt struck. His limbs blurred as instinct took over.
Each droid became clear in the dark. He could feel everything. Gears and servos moving. Blasters rotating to fire. His senses heightened and reality seemed to bend. Sparks exploded as his first swing beheaded a droid. Its body crumpled to the ground. The next fired until its arm was severed and he was thrown against the wall. Droids fell, one by one. Sparks showered as the last one was crushed.
"I have beaten your challenge!" He yelled."Now, release me!" "The game is not over" The ice in the voice chilled him to his core. The shadows moved and reformed. The room became a blur of light and color."You have failed me"The voice spoke. He passed out.