Colour realism tattoo of two figures in a lightsaber duel inside a circular emblem on the upper back, with a blue sky behind them.

Lightsaber duel in a circle on the upper back

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Two figures face each other with raised lightsabers, one glowing red and one blue, set against a blue sky with cloud and a stylised emblem shape behind them. The shading is smooth and detailed, with dark black and grey figures and soft blue tones in the background. The whole scene is contained within a rounded circular border, centred on the shoulder blade area.

Realism Back Lightsaber Figure Emblem Sky Cloud

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

No, sit closer, the fire won't feed itself. Where was I? Ah, the shelf above Corran Scar, where the sky was still blue then, before the dust ships came. Two of them stood on the basalt ledge, one in black plate that hissed when it breathed, the other in a patched grey coat with a blue blade humming at its hip. The emblem of the old Orrery Guild hung in the western sky like a ring of wings, and the cloud below was so thick you could have sat on it.

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The black one had come to collect the salt tithe from Mirrin village, and the grey one had come to refuse him. Nobody asked the sky what it thought. The red blade came out first, a hot pink thread that sang when it met the blue, and for the length of a long breath neither of them moved. My grandmother always said the clouds stopped too. She said it every time, and she laughed when I asked how she could have seen that from a valley away.

They fought until the ledge cracked. The black one was stronger, the grey one was quicker, and both were tired of being what they were. Near the end the grey fighter stepped back to the very edge and let the red blade come down, and it did not fall. It simply stopped an inch from the grey throat. The black figure lowered his arm and said, "Go on, then, I've had enough of watching you." So the grey one went on, down the scree path toward the salt flats, and the tithe was never collected.

That is the whole of it. Mind the coals, child, and take the last of the bread.