"A red blade doesn't instantly make you a Sith." Valkorion said, using the force to push his attacker across his throne room "Nor does having a lightsaber at all instantly make you a master of the weapon." Valkorion then took his lightsaber from his side and ignited it, the golden-yellow plasma blade letting out a quiet hum as it moves with the slightest movement "Still, I haven't met you before, so you might be able to keep up... then again, might is a strong word."