He was stunned when the lightsaber sliced through Sanzo, and for a moment, he gazed at his face, etched with pain as the smell of burnt flesh reached his senses. The moment seemed to drag on, but Obi-Wan could only watch in silence as he suddenly drew the green blade back, and Sanzo's Force signature rapidly faded.
The bright energy that had once emitted from his opponent flickered like a candle's dying flame; and then what had once been a notable presence in the arena was gone, having become one with the Force. It was over. The blond dropped to the ground, leaving Obi-Wan with the heavy weight of what he'd done.
He was breathing heavily, burns and cuts throbbing everywhere, but he did not show it in his demeanor. Instead, he paused and switched off the blade; then he bowed his head, as if he ought to show this man some proper respect. After all, life was precious, and all life lost was to be mourned. This did not mark a victory; it was a failure to save everyone.
Martin Landel's slow clap echoed eerily through the arena as the lights dimmed, only illuminating him and the man's body.
In truth, he wasn't interested in being on their captor's "good side," nor was he interested in any prizes. There was only one thing on his mind right then. "The spectators," he said, voice surprisingly hoarse. With Sanzo's overwhelmingly vibrant life force missing, Qui-Gon's worsening condition was that much more apparent to Obi-Wan. His limbs felt cold at the thought of watching him die, too. "The fight is over, so there's no need to hold them hostage anymore."
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The bright energy that had once emitted from his opponent flickered like a candle's dying flame; and then what had once been a notable presence in the arena was gone, having become one with the Force. It was over. The blond dropped to the ground, leaving Obi-Wan with the heavy weight of what he'd done.
He was breathing heavily, burns and cuts throbbing everywhere, but he did not show it in his demeanor. Instead, he paused and switched off the blade; then he bowed his head, as if he ought to show this man some proper respect. After all, life was precious, and all life lost was to be mourned. This did not mark a victory; it was a failure to save everyone.
Martin Landel's slow clap echoed eerily through the arena as the lights dimmed, only illuminating him and the man's body.
In truth, he wasn't interested in being on their captor's "good side," nor was he interested in any prizes. There was only one thing on his mind right then. "The spectators," he said, voice surprisingly hoarse. With Sanzo's overwhelmingly vibrant life force missing, Qui-Gon's worsening condition was that much more apparent to Obi-Wan. His limbs felt cold at the thought of watching him die, too. "The fight is over, so there's no need to hold them hostage anymore."