The person runs across hot red stones. Lava bubbles nearby with a loud hiss. He raises his red lightsaber to fight.
He swings his red blade at Obi-Wan’s blue one. Sparks fly like tiny stars in the smoky sky. He laughs loudly, feeling strong and fast.
Suddenly Count Dooku appears on a floating platform above them! The two stop fighting and look up in surprise. Anakin's jaw drops open.
Anakin steps back but his foot slips on the ash. His arm brushes a hot rock and burns with a sharp sting. He stops moving for a moment.
He takes a deep breath and feels the smoke in his nose. He closes his eyes, counts slowly to five, then opens them ready to try again.
With renewed focus, he grips his hilt tighter. Red flame ignites anew as he lunges forward—not from fear, but courage born within.
Sparks rain down like morning dew after thunderstorm. Between every flash lies silence—a pause before next strike lands true.
Final push comes not anger alone—but purpose remembered deep inside heart where calm waters lie beneath raging storms.