It started to rain. Trip ignited his lightsaber, its ice teal blaze shone through the rain, smoking as it did so. The shock on Darth Lazer's face was satisfying enough.
"Just call me NO FEAR," Trip scoffed.
"Haaah!" Darth Lazer ran at Trip, it almost seemed like he was gliding across the ground. Trip noticed that he was gliding across the ground; his feet were not touching the ground because he was using the force to propel himself across space and it appeared that he was flying. Trip switched his footing to a defensive stance; he never attacked first in a duel. His rival faked left and swung right expecting Trip to fall for the ruse; he paired easily. Then he started working on his own using a series of backhand sweeps that sent Lazer staggering back. Trip could feel Lazer's anger which derived from the surprise at Trip's skill.
"Looks like you are the one that underestimated me," Trip challenged.
"The same way you underestimate the power of the Dark Side!" Suddenly, Trip was sent backwards as a wave of dark force energy peppered his chest. It took all Trip had not to drop to a knee. He retaliated with a kick to Lazer's chest, which sent his lightsaber flying. Lazer used the force to propel a swoop towards Trip, who dodged it with some difficulty. In the process he dropped his own lightsaber. It would be a street fight for the moment. Just like old times Trip thought because they had always fought when they were regular kids that did not like each other. The worse that would happen then would be that one of them would bust the others nose, they would be sent to the office, and they would both be suspended from school. All they cared about was who won. But now this fight was deadly; Trip knew that today, one of them would no longer be alive. He had no intention of this person being him. But he would need the force to help him. He took a moment to let it flow through him, and released the anger inside of him. He would not fight Lazer because he hated him, and he would not kill Lazer because of the extreme pain he caused him as a child. He would do it because he had to be stopped. Lazer threw a punch followed by a kick. The punch barely nicked his chin, but the kick caught him in the stomach. Trip
came back with a punch of his own looking to deck Lazer again. He hit him, but he did not fall; his anger was acting like alcohol and he could not feel the pain. So they fought doggedly, never tiring, always moving dodging, striking back. They blocked and kicked and their footing became uneven because of the rain. Trip was beginning to tire as they had been fighting for some time now. But Lazer showed no sign of deficiency in fact, he seemed to get stronger.
"I hate you!" Lazer blared. "You had money, you had friends, you had it all! I had nothing, I had no family; all I had was a grandmother who put me in a shelter! Your parents loved you, I did not know mine. Teachers liked you because you were smart, they hated me!"
"Are you kidding me? You were the one who turned the teachers against me! And you cheated to make better grades than me! You always tried to compete with me, because you thought you could be better than me, I guess I was the easiest person you could find with my teeth and all. How is that I had money but I could not afford braces?"
"Because you could afford clean clothes."
"But they were not name brand, remember, you always pointed that out."
"You had two parents that loved you!"
"And that makes everything ok? Because you were jealous of my parents? The way you would talk about my mother-" This was a breaking point for Trip because he was going back through his past which was reminding him of all the pain. He had always been exceptionally made fun of, but this kid had almost made him cry. He was 13 then and had not cried since he was 8. His parents had always told him that the boy was jealous, but Trip never saw it until now. But he had no idea what he had been through, and he charged. He hit him square in the mouth and this time he sent Lazer staggering, wiping blood from his mouth. He finally had time to call his lightsaber to his hand. Lazer attempted to do the same, but Trip hit him again with his lightsaber hilt before igniting it. When Lazer finally got up and recovered his lightsaber, Trip was waiting. His anger had finally got control of him.
