Ky-Vin thought. What should he do?
He did not lower his lightsaber. Jedi were not supposed to lower their weapons unless their opponent did also. And this opponent was the most devious.
Ky-Vin could see the Sith reaching for something.

Ky-Vin dared not take his eyes of the Sith to steal a glance at Kenshin. He tried to focus his mind like a barrier, he would not let this Sith get a sense of what was going on inside of him.

They could stop this man, but the old woman might be slain. Could he live with that?
Seconds felt like hours, and Ky-Vin got a vague sense that the Sith would kill this woman, no matter what he did.

Stop the Sith, and risk a life?
Let the confrontation continue, and risk many lives?
Ky-Vin knew this Sith could not defeat both he and Kenshin in battle. He was resorting to some kind of trickery, and Ky-Vin would not give him that opportunity.
Would the Sith kill the woman and leave himself open to attack from two Jedi?

Ky-Vin took a step forward, and began to lower his blade as if in submission. But then he sprang forward, rolled, and brought his lightsaber up in a lunge aimed to go right through the Sith's stomach.

OOC: Chikami I think you are attacking me??

IC:
The other Sith, the one speaking the odd language, jumped towards Jordan with only his dagger. Jordan did not underestimate this Sith, for he saw what he could do.

Jordan let the Sith land on him. When he saw the dagger pointed at his stomach and moving there Jordan rolled to the right and punched the Sith in the stomach. The sith lurched back and Jordan took that oppertunity to kick him off and stand up.

When the Sith was kicked off and they were both standing, Jordan jumped up with a kick aiming for the Sith's face.

Malice was caught off guard by the jedi master's sudden attack. Dropping his saber when she had connecte with him, both fell to the ground. Unluckily Malice ending up on the bottom. Looking up, his face was being pummeld with punches from the woman.

Wasting no time, Malice lifted both hands up infront of him, blocking the punches. As well as throwing a few of his own when he could. All the while, a sly,maniacal grin was on his face. His illusions had worked. They had tipped her over the iceberg. The hate, the anger he felt within her made him laugh out loud on the inside. Malice wanted to keep playing with Amalia's mind....seeing just how much further down the path of destruction she would go.


Managing to grab her arms, he pushd up and sideways, both going for a spin. This time however, Malice had ended up ontop. Letting go with on of his hands, it came down swift, a hard backhand striking the jedi across her face. Malice sat onop of her, sneering down at her with the sickest of looks.

*What's a matter...did i do something to get you angry Amalia? That's too bad. And here i thought it would get you pissed. Ohh well, i can always try again*

Malice quickly had to bring his hands infront of him once again as punches came flying upwards at him. He stretched out his body length, covering Amalia's. His legs practically wrestln with her own as kicking had also persude. Punches and blocks came for both sides.

To on lookers it was as if a very angry couple was fighting over something. To others, this was a dirty grudge match between the light and the dark. Another succession of rolls took place. Who would end up ontop this time no one knew.

Chikami grunted when the punch connected with his stomach pushing him back. Then the kick off pushing him further back. Next came the jedi's real attack. A quick boot to the face.

Chikami mind racing sied stepped the jedi while simultaneously wrapping the arm gripping the dagger around the young jedi's leg with dagger threatening even now. Droppping quickly to the ground Chikami rolled backwards with the jedi's leg in tow. Pulling his arm out from around the jedi's leg Chikami's dagger left a wicked gash upon the padawans leg.

Finishing the roll Chikami came out standing his dagger dripping with the spilled blood of the jedi.

Jordan felt the dagger pierce his leg. It burned, it stung, it hurt! Jordan let his lightsaber drop and landed in an akward position.

He regained his concentration quickly and stood up. He used a Force pull to pull his lightsaber back to his hand. His leg hurt but he blocked that part out of his mind. He sort of limped at first but regained his footing.

Jordan re-ignited his lightsaber. He stepped up about 5 meters in front of the Sith.

"You will not win today. You know it and I know it."

With that Jordan rolled past the Sith and slashed at his knees while moving past.

The blade in Leia's left hand deftly flicked up and caught the blow as the saber in her right hand ignited. Leia stared soberly over the locked blades down at Han.

"So be it" she said softly, the fire in her eyes ebbing until they almost seemed to cloud over. With her right saber she batted Han's saber to the side. Whipping both sabers around so that the tips of the blades were pointed at Han, Leia took a quick step forward and drove both blades into Han's abdomen. Her left blade pierced Han's flesh right in the gut, and her right blade stabbed through his left breast. Both blades were driven right through him, so that the tips stuck out of his back.

With a shaky breath Leia withdrew, pulling her sabers out of Han's now limp body. She deactivated both blades and stared down at Han, who was shaking uncontrollably with shock, and who was also still able to meet her gaze with what energy was left in his dying body.

She said nothing, only stared with a face devoid of expression at her dying cousin, who was dying by her own hand.

Malice's body perfectly formed to hers, the thought of him even close to her made her queasy. By now she had come to feel dizzy, the slap across her face enforcing the feeling.

She could feel blood running down her mouth, tasted it too.

Whether it was the slap or something else, her feelings seemed to evaporate rather quickly, now she was just plain angry, nothing else.

I've got to get out of here...

Confusion suddenly set in to go along with the anger.

Her emotions had gone completely out of control and now all she could think of to do was to ask herself why.

Just what had happened? It didn't even matter, she couldn't even think with all of this wrestling and thrashing about.

She just wanted to get away, to be alone. Something was happening to her, something she thought would never happen.

A Jedi Master and she couldn't even prevent her own visions from coming true.

Amalia grunted and screamed as she tried to push Malice off and away from her. She didn't even care about fighting anymore.

"Get the hell away from me!"

With one fierce push, Malice went flying, hitting right smack into a tree trunk near by.


She watched as his head bobbed for a minute, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, and he went still.

He didn't stay that way long, his eyes opened slowly.

It had only been a few minutes, it would have been enough time for Amalia to leave. Yet there she was still, staring at Malice.

His eyes met hers, he said nothing, she invited herself to speak.

"I don't understand what just happened to me here. You evoked something within me, things I never thought I would ever feel. Whatever this...whatever is happening to me, it's only going to continue, I know that much.


I...I don't know what made me come here exactly, all I know is that I now need to get away. I need time to think."

How strange it was to her, she felt like this had not been a mistake.

"Goodbye..."


With her heart pounding, her head spinning with confusion the Jedi walked off in search of a place to hide...

OOC: Continues here: pub33.ezboard.com/fswalli...=703.topic

*Han's body shook with shock, his fierce gaze penetrating her eyes.*

"You made your choice cousin. As i have made mine. Your life has just become....hell." Han spit out, as he fell to the gorund, his eyes glazed over with the haziness of death, yet, even with his physical body dead, something was wrong.


He looked up, and saw a bright flash of light.

"What the hell?"


*something heads toward han, and begins to speak, within his own mind.*

"Because of your deeds, you will be eternally punished, to have no mortal body, yet you're spirit will be contained on this hell hole you call a galaxy. Farewell, Sith Spawn." it said with hatred.



"Little does he know that he has allowed me to accomplish my goal of tormenting my cousin, by forcing me here on this galaxy. While i'm here, i might as well dampena nd darken spirits of the otehr jedi, as well."

Perrin's left arm swept in(drawing the blade away from the Librarian) striking the charging Jedi's saber.

However, Perrin's motion pivoted his body. So to take advantage of the motion, he followed through drawing a blade with his right hand.

The Jedi's momentum carried him behind Perrin and the Sith, with his back to the moving Jedi, tried to bring his right hand around and stab the passing Jedi's head with his blade.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that. We are many and you have already lost much this day."

Chikami quickly launched into forwards flip knocking the saber aside with his dagger. Turning in mid-flip Chikami landed to face the jedi.

"You were saying?"