Title: Still So Angry, Brother?
Disclaimer: I don't own em, so don't sue! glares It's not funny.
Summary: The final battle between Obi-Wan Kenobi and Darth Vader. Very, very short. Standalone.
Author's Note: I already know that not everyone likes my style of writing, so forgive me for being blunt, if you know you don't, please don't waste my time telling me that.
Oh, and everytime you don't leave a comment, Anakin kills a youngling!
"You're powers are weak old man."
Obi-Wan ignored the taunts as he battled Vader. He knew this was his last battle, not because Vader was stronger, no. Because it was time, it was his choice. Parry. Thrust. Block. Parry. Obi-Wan felt anger radiating off of Vader, like the heat from the sun. So close, so hot, but it didn't burn. It's purpose was to suffocate. To make you weak, so the snake could strike it's final blow. He chuckled lightly to himself, You never could learn to let your emotions go. He whispered to the Dark Lord. This angered him even further, and the blows became more vicious. Then he felt a whisper, he held the block, and glanced towards the hangar bay. He saw Luke, desperatley wishing he wasn't seeing Obi-Wan fight this monster. Obi-Wan remembered the boy that used to be behind Vader's horrid mask. He gave a ghost of a smile, raising his lightsaber to a meditative position. He felt Vader's knowledge that he would win. Felt the endless rage, that had been bottled up since that fateful day on Mustafar, and satisfaction of knowing that he would end a seemingly meaningless life. Obi-Wan didn't move. He knew it was time. Just one last thought. . . .
Still so angry, brother?