Kahan squared off against his two opponents, looking at the man who seemed to be a near copy of himself as he leered back at Kahan in what could only be called a crazed fashion.
“Who are you?” Kahan asked, holding his own unignited saberstaff in his hand. “Where is my wife?”
The man chuckled, holding a hand over his face as he held up his weapon.
“I'm hurt, you really don't remember me, remember yourself,” his gaze became crazed. “But I remember you little brother, I remember what you did to me.”
Kahan shook his head. “I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even have a mother, let alone a brother.”
The man threw his head back. “Oh Ka, you're too much, but I suppose I should expect that from you. You and Se were always the weak ones, and you could barely control your own powers!” he pounded his fist against his chest. “I was meant to be our Master's disciple, not you, not Se. I killed you but that sni