"I am by far the most infamous, feared Dark Lord there ever was! Far more dangerous than you, my masked friend!"

Voldemort's tone was filled with arrogance as his flashed an oily grin to the one he was blasting to. Darth Vader just stared at him as his heavy breathing filled the air. The mask which the Sith Lord wore concealed the irritated glare he was giving to the sinister sorcerer.

"You are not more dangerous or feared than I am," Vader insisted.

"Oh?" Voldemort sneered. "And just what makes you think you are a more dangerous villain than me?"

"The fact that I have been around far longer than you have. I was causing fear and terror with the Dark Side of the Force before anyone had even heard your name."

"Ah he's, your precious Force!" Voldemort scoffed with a shake of his head. "A lot of silly mumbo jumbo from what I've heard! If there's any power that can flow through someone to make them do extraordinary things, that would be the realistic ability that we like to call magic."

All of the rage and hatred that corrupted Vader intensified inside him. It took everything in him not to use the Force to choke Voldemort.

"Just the mention of my name I have taken on for my life as a Dark Lord makes the public shiver," Voldemort bragged. "I have long since abandoned my old identity known as Tom Riddle."

"So what?! I did the same when I joined the Dark Side! Why was that your old name anyway?! Were you going around making groan-worthy riddles?!"

"No I was not!" Voldemort insisted. "Did you try and fail to walk on the sky back when you were known as Anakin Skywalker?"

Vader didn't answer. He just stared at Voldemort through his mask, giving him a look as if to exclaim: "You did not just say that!"

"My wand is very useful for killing whoever I'm attacking!" Voldemort grinned in all his evil nature as he pulled out his weapon that held all his malevolent magic power. "One wave of this and my victims end up dead! What can your silly glowing sword to with one wave?"

"THIS!"

With the use of the Force, Vader pulled his lightsaber into his gloved hand. He quickly ignited it before swinging around the red crystal blade - before brutally slashing it across Voldemort's face.

"ARRRGGGHHH!"

With a roar of pain, Voldemort clutched his face. He winced as he pressed his hand to it for a good few seconds - before pulling it away upon realising in horror that Vader had sliced something off.

"MY NOSE! YOU CUT OFF MY NOSE!" Voldemort's jaw hung open, his mouth gaping as wide as the hole above where his nose had been. He glared at the one who had taken it from him - before blasting it on his direction. "AVADA KERDAVRA!"

A deadly green blast show out Voldemort's blast. It flew straight into Vader's direction - before being absorbed by the red blade of his lightsaber, which he used to defend himself from the wizard's killing curse.

"Impressive!" Vader remarked. "Most impressive - but not nearly as impressive as I!"

The two Dark Lords proceeded to duel with each other. They used their respective weapons and abilities to attack one another, as well as protect themselves.

That was how Voldemort came to be without a nose. He had lost it in the heated argument he's had with Darth Vader over which of them was the most dangerous villain.