Kylo Ren was not a man for many words, if words didn't need to be spoken. He had learnt to let his eyes communicate his every feeling, or his actions. So without further ado, he stamped his right foot into the soft earth, and drew his light sabre. It roared into life, followed momentarily by the buzz of his fellow Knight's own weapons.

Instantaneously, Hux's own Guard stepped forward. The two teams met each other, with a a fiery clash.

Hux himself stood to one side, allowing his Guards to tackle Kylo and his four brethren. But Kylo didn't take his eyes of the Supreme Leader for a moment. As he wielded and spun, his sword slashed through Guard armour, wounding one within moments. One of his fellow Knights followed up, splicing the Guard in two.

Hux shuddered, Kylo noticed. Killing each Guard was, he presumed, like slicing a string on an instrument. With each death, he could quieten Hux's song.

But as if in answer, Hux drew himself up and threw a dark red bolt of lightening at Ren. The both struck him squarely on the chest, and threw Kylo to the ground. Shocked, Kylo felt the heat burn at his robes and skin, and reach into his very bones and nerves. He gasped in pain. This was Snoke levels of power.

In answer, one of his Knights quickly moved upon another Guard, slicing his head from his body. But before he could draw heart, a Guard stepped in in response, and sliced his fellow Knight to the ground.

There were three men left to Hux's eight.

Kylo Ren dragged himself to his feet and bared his teeth. He felt a familiar surge of rage draw up into his chest, and for once, allowed it to fully consume him. He closed his eyes, and reached for the Force. As if in answer, it met his rage, and he felt his arms take wing as he stepped forward to slice again at the Guards standing around this decrepit, slouching Hux.

One, two. Limbs rolled, and another Guard lay dead. To his left, another of his Knights took another. Hux was left with six.

Hux's eyes widened in alarm. Another Knight stood forward, and in a whirl cut down yet another Guard. Five remaining.

Over in the Stormtroopers ranks, Rey's eye widened under her helmet. Her view of the action was limited, but she could see plainly what was happening.

Kylo Ren and Hux were fighting. Savagely. But for what?

She had felt his presence as soon as she had brought her TIE into formation with the rest of her unit. She had easily convinced them all she had always been there, and had suffered no discovery since they all jumped out of their ships and joined the artillery unit that stood, motionless, on the plain.

Beside her, stood BB-8, hastily painted black to resemble the First Order astromech model. He was surrepticiously filming the proceedings, and relaying them back to the Falcon, which was now hidden a few kilometres away in one of the Naboo forests. She could hear Poe speaking, none to quietly, in her ear.

"It's what we thought! They're at war!" he was shouting. This is incredible. With luck they'll both kill their respective Guards - and then each other."

Rey felt a cold finger of fear in her breast at his words. She realised, that despite all he had done, despite all he had said - she had no desire for him to die. She has always known this, unconsciously.

She could have killed him back on Starkiller Base. She could have killed him on the Supremacy. She never had.

The Force intends for him to live, she thought. The Force needs him to live.

Why?

Over in the battle, Ren drew himself back for a moment, and looked across at Hux. His Guards had pulled back slightly, reassessing the situation. They stood, five strong, and turned momentarily to their Supreme Leader.

Almost immediately, Hux drew himself back as if pulling more power from his red clothed puppets. He then threw two more lightening bolts from his hands.

Kylo realised, too late, that the bolts were not meant for him. He watched in horror as they both slammed into one of his remaining Knights. The man screamed in pain, before bursting into flame. He died on his feet. Kylo's eyes widened.

Hux started to laugh, the sound like metal grating against metal.

"You fight well, Skywalker," he spat. "But the odds are stacked against you. You're no match for me. Why did you come here? You must have known you would lose."

With that, he threw another bolt. Kylo leapt, catching it with his lightsabre before it hit Iago, who stood alongside him. His sabre groaned and sparked with the effort. Momentarily, it dimmed.

"To stop you," hissed Ren, shaking his sabre, once, then twice. It roared into life again. "And your pointless, perpetual, never ending war!"

Hux pulled back his hood, revealing his scarred, wintry face. His eyes glowed scarlet in their sockets.

"You killed your father for the New Order. For war! If you don't want to harness our great...machine... then for what?"

As he spoke, he gestured wordlessly to his Guards again. The five once again stepped forward, and started to engage the three remaining men - Kylo, and his final two Knights.

Kylo raised his lightsabre, and brought it down, hard, onto a Guard. "Not for this!" he shouted. The Guard was cleanly sliced in two. He stood forward and yelled, again, with venom. "And not for you!"

Hux's brow creased for a moment. He lowered his hands, and peered, as if seeing Kylo Ren for the first time. His smile slid, gently, from his face.

"Then...why?" He asked. "Why are you here, if not to claim it from me?"

He looked again at Ren, noticing for the first time, the golden glow of his skin, the soft black robes that hung from his shoulders.

"You've changed." he said. Kylo looked at him, and a whisper of a smile formed on his lips.

Hux felt unsteady for a moment, uncertain. "What are you?" he asked."Tell me! Who are you?"

Kylo Ren stood forwards, for the last time.

"I am the Amghar of Jakku," he said.

His eyes turned towards Rey, and stared straight into her visor, into her soul.

"I am the Sand King."