“Bring it on. Let’s shake hands before we fight though.” Destroyman extended out his hand. Jules smiled at the proposition. “Why, of course. With pleasure!”

Jules stook his hand out, and gave Destroyman a firm handshake. “Now then, shall we fight?”

“Wait, what happened to…”

“The sparks?” Jules showed Destroyman what was in his hands. In one hand was a bright purple lightsaber. And in his other hand… was Destroyman’s hand. “I heard you had some good experiences with lightsabers.”