Yoda's legs coiled like a spring, all but awaiting for his brain to deal away with the one thing that was stopping him from unleashing Ravage.
Their past friendship. If they fought, it wouldn't stop. This would not just end, not a fight like this. Yoda...Big Daddy could not even explain why he truly wanted to fight Drake. A mere mistake isn't cause for a potential battle. Drake had just come back from the brink of death after all, and Big Daddy himself was unsure if any of his former self remained from a human. These new emotions, they no longer made him friend and ally. He was a wild card, he was going to botch up this whole operation!
"Let's stop this Drake. No reason both of us can't walk out of here, and kill Crislin together."
Drake laughed. "First you call me out, and then you tell me to stand down. What are you? You expect my pride to let this go? Ha, you are an even bigger fool despite your smaller height. No Big Daddy, you wanted your fight, you will get it."
Yoda narrowed his eyes. Drake's hand was shaking, almost so much he could barely keep a grip on his blade. Beads of sweat and sheen covered his skin like a moldy gloss. His eyes were wide as he constantly licked his lips, and his chest rose and fell like ocean waves in a storm. Erratic, dangerously, and massively. But something was also rolling off of a Drake, a weird feeling, almost like when you know someone means you harm despite them smiling at you. An instinct, something that warns you. And right now, Drake was oozing this sinister feeling. His voice had also become more raspy, deeper. And perhaps most noticeable and important is Drake's aura. It was black and smoky. A fathomless black that sucked you in, slowly made you cross-eyed, and smoky to the point that you followed every tendril, and made you drift off with it into the air. Yoda's own energy writhed in discomfort at this new dark energy. Soon, the two filled the whole room. Dark and Light.
But like a violent mixture, they weren't meant to go together. Yoda and Drake's mouths turned into animalistic snarls, and the two leaped at each other with a fury unlike anything ever seen.
Being taller, Drake forced Yoda back, but the small man was fast enough to jump backwards before Drake slashed downwards. As Drake got his balance back, Yoda made his move, unleashing a volley of jump-jabs and foot-slashes. Drake was dancing on his tiptoes before long, tired of the constant jumping and blocking. But every time he went on the offensive, Yoda forced him back on the defensive. The barrage only made Drake madder however, and soon Yoda struggled just to made Drake's light-saber twitch. With a savage roar, Drake back-handed Yoda backwards. The green gremlin landed on the ground 5 meters away/ 15 feet away dazed. The blow stung, but landing on his back made Yoda breathless. Before he could rise, Drake was mid-air, baring down on Yoda with his light-saber above his head. Yoda closed his eyes, prepared for the end.
And he welcomed it.
As Drake's feet were about to touch down to deliver the fatal blow, he flew backwards, sliding across the floor. Yoda opened his eyes, and saw Drake's guide standing over him, hand outstretched. He stood up straight. Drake rose angrily, brandishing his light-saber as he prepared to engage his new threat.
"Enough you two! We cannot have our two best chances for survival fighting each other and killing each other. I know why you act this way, but suppress these feelings until Dunnovoocha is dead. If you do not stop, I will kill both of you." The guide threatened.
Drake threw back his head and laughed. "Oh that is a good one monk! How do you plan to kill me when you are weapon-less?"
The monk stared at Drake. "My name, is Shiva. And this is how."
Drake suddenly dropped to the ground screaming at the top of his lungs. His fingers were digging into his skull as he wailed, eyes rolling up towards his brain as he began to seizure. "Stop Shiva!" Yoda yelled, tugging at the monk's robes. Shiva's head snapped up as if he was in a trance, and Drake stopped writhing. He moaned weakly, and smiled. "Fine, you win. I'll play good guy for now."
Shiva looked at him concernedly. "I swear Drake, you cross me, and I will finish this job. I aimed to make you suffer just now, but I can kill you instantly with just a look. Now gentleman, to the Hangar, where we leave in four hours. Dunnovoocha awaits."
Yoda did not glance at Drake as he passed, just ask, "Are you really gone?"
Drake shrugged. "Yeah I guess. I still feel this coying urge to kill you." Drake noticed Yoda's pointing-finger twitch towards his light-saber, but he kept this observation to himself.
"You do know that Shiva wasn't lying. He will kill you without hesitation."Yoda warned. Drake knew this was Yoda's last attempt to save him. Depending on how he phrased this answer, it would begin to mend, or destroy their friendship. Drake picked the latter with a grin.
"Well... he needs to look at me. So I'll cut out his eyes. And don't you dare get in my way again."
With that, he got up and left, leaving with an ash-fallen face of despair.