Inevitably it leads to this, I knew it would when I entered. I need to remember that Kellen is not the man I knew, something in him has changed, not broken, but... different.
Aun'O'Vader stood with his feet planted firmly on the rock of raised ground watching the lava flow langrously around the arena, the rivers and pools of molten rock were not filling him with confidence, but luckily his armour covered his face, so Kellen wouldn't be able to see that. Of course, I'm still not convinced that Kellen relies on his physical senses to know things.
Kellen was stood on a similar rock some distance away from him, on the opposite side of the arena, as utterly implacable as ever. Aun'O'Vader didn't even know how to begin this combat, Kellen had demonstrated before that sending drones against him was simply an expenditure of their AIs, in fact, every one of his opponents in this contest had cut through his drones like a hot knife through snow, I'll need to discuss some upgrades to drones for the future, the current ones are too fragile and not quick enough to adapt in this environment.
Teaming six gun drones into two units of three he sent them to a classic flanking position, trying to ensure they kept the range open and kept moving, other than that the final preparation was to start moving across the arena, the Ethereal matched actions to plans, setting off to pick a route around the lava streams, and trying not to be thrown off balance by the tremors shaking the ground of the arena.
He shook his head as one of his gun drone teams began to report the presence of a small child in the arena, then it fell off their scanners, then the second team reported a fleeting contact, not present long enough to localise. Great, now the Inquisitor is doing something with the scanners.
He finally addressed his old friend, now opponent, "Good Morning Thomas, I see we're here again, although some things seem to have changed. How is Gwen?"