Do it! Han screamed...

Leia's grip on Han's throat tightened impossibly as her eyes narrowed into slits.

Han was helpless, she held his life in her fist, literally.

But she was a Jedi. And Han was her cousin. She would not take a life so... frivolously.

Suddenly her grip on Han's throat released and he fell limply to the ground, gasping and choking for air.

"Make me." She snarled, and her other lightsaber slipped out of her sleeve and back into her right hand. She pointed it, unignited, at Han and shook it, emphasizing her every word. Her voice was nothing more than a low, deep growl.

"Now you listen to me. I have many better things I should be doing rather than standing here while you show me just how low a price you put on life.

You have a choice right now, right here. Either I suggest you rethink your philosophies, or I will mostl likely be forced to kill you.

Her voice turned into a hiss.

"So choose..."

*Han spat in her face, whipping his lightsaber to his hand, going for a clean swing to her neck, knowing that in all likely hood, she would strike him down and kill him. But he did not care. He wanted revenge and revenge he would have, if he had to die to exact it.*

Chikami let his facade of peace fall limply to the ground. The padawans who now opposed him stood little more threat than the masses of screaming gungans. Chikami's eyes flashed red from the dark energies building within. All around could feel the darkness gathering upon Chikami and could easily see it in his eyes as the red faded into burning pits of flame.

"I gave you your chance young padawans. You have foolishly offered your lives to the darkside. When you die you will not become stronger for when I destroy you your very soul will burn in the fires of Hades for eternity."

A deep low humming can be heard originating from Chikami's throat. Inky strands of darkness swirl about his entire body as the darkside begins to take on a life of its own. Standing Chikami looks over to the young padawans and speaks in a tongue long forgotten, the tongue of the Sith.

"ateku...ra-zu-omu... ranaku-tsuraku... izu peku naomu..."

Chikami's eye's flash a brilliant red as he says the incantation, and then opening his mouth a massive column of flame pours forth threatening to burn the flesh right off the padawans bodies.

Jordan saw the swirling darkside energies around the one sith. He also heard the foreign language coming from the same sith's mouth. He would not die like the Sith had said. He would live to defeat these two.

Jordan jumped out of the fires way and turned his blade to cover his back against any fire that was still after him. He turned and looked at the sith speaking the strange language. Jordan held his lightsaber in front of him covering himself from the flames. The lightsaber was eating the flames much like it could eat darkside Force lightening.

"You are both pitiful beings. Killing the innocent for some sick reason. You will not live to see another day."

With that Jordan turned to the sith weilding two sabers. He jumped in front of the Sith and slashed at his throat.

With a feral snarl Lupercus ducked under the swipe, his right leg sweeping up as his body turned sideways, connecting with the padawans stomach. Empowered and sped by the Force, the crushing blow knocked him back towards the treeline.

Rising back up, Lupercus strode towards the prone apprentice.

"They are nothing but putz's with pointythings. Lets see what their insides look like."

With a laugh he lept forward, his sabres extending in a downward swipe to his head and throat.

"Ahh, but we are really good putz's with glowing pointythings," Logray called to the Sith as he used the force to quicken him.

He ran quickly at the the Sith attempting to finish off Jordan, the flames following Logray. He slid under the Siths legs, escaping the flames, and he threw his blade up, attempting to hit the Sith's leg. If the Sith continued his attack with Jordan, he would lose it.

Jordan reeled from the kick. He hit a tree and stood there while the Sith came at him. Logray ran towards the Sith, lightsaber blazing.

While Logray threatened to cut the Sith's leg off. Jordan stepped out of the sabers way, and jumped to the Sith's side, with help from the Force. Jordan landed beside the Sith and slashed at his other leg.

As he flew threw the air, the tiny ewok came out of nowhere, slashing at his legs. Breaking from the attack, he flew into a dive over the prone Jedi, rolling into the Forest as he landed. Almost the second he disappeared from view he reappeared, his sabres arching out towards the ewok as he flew through the air.

Chikami lept into combat with only his trusty dagger. Diving at the jedi laying on the ground Chikami threatened to cut the padawan to ribbons. Aided by the force Chikami's speed and strength were vastly increased and thusly so was his incoming threat to the jedi.

Perrin felt the stirrings of frustration beginning to build as this fool of a Jedi stood before him refusing to be baited.

He took a few steps backward and his lightsaber changed hands.

Now, in his left, the black blade of his saber nearly touching the fallen Librarian's neck as he outstretched his arm.

"It is you, Jedi, who will lower his weapon. You will lower it now or the old woman dies! You have one chance."

His right hand slipped behind his back as if he was going to pull something out.. something sheathed?

It was going to happen now.