We have never met before, Jedi, Silus responded with a smirk, But if all Jedi were so easily angered, as you are, then we would have won long ago.

It was then that mustard was squirted into his eyes. He wiped it away in time to see Dolash rush forward and crash into him. There was only a few moments of struggle when the second Jedi jumped on top of them both, pinning Silus to the mat.

"Nowsa..." Said Frakutsk, still ontop of the dogpile, "Give up?"

Silus snarled, stretching his free hand towards his lightsaber. His fingers brushed the hilt when something slapped his hand and a large hairy man in orange spandex crashed into the Jedi, sending the crowd into an uproar. Staring in amazement while he pulled himself up, he watched as the man jumped in the air, landing with an elbow to Dolash's face. Not wasting the time his new ally had given him, he charged and attacked the Gungan before he could help his fellow Jedi.

There were several things wrong with this situation...

First on Frakutsk's mind was the fact that a large and ugly person had just joined the fight on the sith's side. Second, was that the pacifist was being called quick to anger. Third was that the sith claimed never to have met Frakutsk, though Frakutsk was sure that he had been tramautized by the sith in that very cafe when he was a little kid. Last, and indeed least, was that Silus was charging viciously toward him, intent on killing him.

The first problem would simply have to be delt with... Hopefully, the large and ugly person was not a force-user, and woulden't pose too much of a problem.

The second problem was blatently result of the incompetent sith making incompetent accusations. Unlike Silus, Frakutsk was perfectly innocent, did not intend to kill his adversary, and was on the light side. About being quick to anger, well that was linked with the next problem.

The next, third, problem, was that this sith claimed to not know Frakutsk, though his demeanor and force aura were distinctively similar, if not the same as, the sith that Frakutsk had... met... in that very same place years ago. This would indubitably unravel itself eventually.

The fourth problem suddenly became much more prominent as Silus was about to get within light-saber-slashing range of Frakutsk.

Thinking quickly, Frakutsk force-jumped in the air, up and slightly forwards, out of the way of the Sith's angry attack, and then quickly did a back-flip, so that Silus's swinging light-saber swung beneath frakutsk, but also, and most prominently, for show.

I mean, come on, who wouldent be impressed by a gungan doing a black-flip?!

Dolash grappled with the vile spandex-villain. Grabbing him by the neck, he lifted him bodily into the air, and threw him down. Then, Dolash leapt upon him, twisted one of his foe's legs, and waited...

...And sure enough, a man wearing a black-and-white striped shirt appeared, hit the floor three times with the palm of his hand, and then guided the cursing figure out of the ring.

Dolash then wobbled up to standing position, and realized that in all the confusion he had misplaced his lightsaber. Which was bad, because now he'd never get the deposit back.

So, making use of those weapons available to him, Dolash rushed at Silus full-tilt. However, Silus was slashing at this time and thus leaning forwards. Dolash charged straight by, bounced off the siding cable, and went flying out of the ring, crashing into the crowd.

Not a good thing. He was now dazed. How dazed? In his current state he could enjoy pop-music. Fraktusk was on his own until the stars stopped spinning.

Indeed, Silus could only stare in awe at the backflipping Gungan. A hush fell over the crowd for a moment before they began shouting again. Clearly, a Gungan doing a back-flip was rarely seen in the galaxy. Still, life-changing event as this was, Silus couldn't let it distract him. So he rushed forward, preparing to attack, when he suddenly ran into the mustard still on the mat. His boots made a loud screech as he crashed into Frakutsk and both slid across the ring.

Getting to his feet, Silus made a slash at the Gungan. To his horror, with nothing. Sometime during the crash their lightsabers must have been knocked away, and he couldn't see where. Still, he wasn't going to let that stop him. Jumping in the air, he kicked Frakutsk with both feet, knocking the Jedi down. Pulling himself back up, Silus suddenly found himself jumping again to try and land a kick on the Jedi on the way down. Instead, Frakutsk easily rolled out of the way, making the Sith hit the ground rather hard to the cheers of the crowd.

Not bothering to stand back up, Frakutsk concentrated on the force, letting it flow through him, preparing for a powerful force-push against silus.

Frakutsk aimed mentally at the sith, and then PUSHED.

The sith flew backwards into the edge of the ring, near where dolash was, but was less injured then Frakutsk would have hoped. Frakutsk glanced around for his lightsaber, but still could not find it. The sith was already back standing, as was Frakutsk.

The two faced eachother menacingly, Silus perhaps a little dazed, Frakutsk not happy about being thrown to the floor, and expecially didnt like being covered in mustard.

Still not Finding his lightsaber, Frakutsk raised his fists at the sith, hoping that perhaps the semi-forgotten Dolash would come to the 'rescue'.

Dolash's eyes came into focus as the scene played itself before him. In a sudden inspiration, brought on by the lightheadedness, Dolash suddenly realized what the situation was about to result in.

Dolash grabbed Fraktus by the neck, a startling thing to do, but just in time. A bolt of lightning arced from the furious Sith and grounded itself where Fraktusk had once stood. Silus looked more menacing then ever before, dark energy rolling off him in waves.

"It is time to withdraw!" Screamed Dolash, who - despite the protest and writhing of Fraktusk and the boos of the crowd - quickly put distance between him and Silus.

"What yousa DOING?!" Shouted Fraktusk as he tried to shake free from Dolash's grasp "We coulda-"

"Could have WHAT?" said Dolash, his face showing a mix of understanding and very swift thought "He's too powerful, Fraktusk, we can't just face him down. We need to retreat, this is not the time and place."

"But-"

"Vengeance and Anger are not our way" said Dolash "You know this most of all, we'll regroup for now, ok?"

Silus, for his part, didn't seem to want to chase them yet, and Dolash and Fraktusk quickly moved away.

Silus felt the raw power of the Force swell inside of him before the lightning rushed from his hands. Even now, late in his training, he still could only barely control that power. One single slip, and it could kill him just as easily as it could kill the Jedi. But in this rage, this hatred that fueled that power, he was unaware of the danger to himself. Silus felt the ecstasy of that power, and found it near impossible to let it go.

His vision cleared as Silus gained control of himself again. The ring was a mess, with deep furrows carved into the mat where the Jedi had been. He knew they were alive, remembered them fleeing the building before he could kill them. The building was quiet. The crowd must have left, either because they were afraid of him or because their show had ended.

As soon as he exited the ring he managed to find his lightsaber again. It started with the familier snap-hiss as Silus checked to make sure it wasn't damaged. Satisfied, he replaced it on his belt and concentrated on more important things.

The Jedi couldn't have gotten far, and it was doubtful that they had even made it off planet yet. Silus would have to follow their trail, something he was very good at.

"Vengeance and Anger are not our way" said Dolash "You know this most of all, we'll regroup for now, ok?"

That hurt. Frakutsk was quite intent on winning that game. In fact, Fraktusk did not come anywhere close to thinking of the duel as a matter of life or death... Merely a matter of light being better then dark. And the dark had just proven itself stronger, Frakutsk did not like that.

Frakutsk followed Dolash semi-conciously. The world seemed strangely ethereal after the reality of a place that had been teeming with the force.

Frakutsk picked up the force signature only a raging sith could create following not to far behind them... Frakutsk followed Dolash blindly, hoping desperatly that Dolash knew where he was going... because Fraktusk certainly didn't.

Dolash dragged Fraktusk all the way back to the spaceport without stopping. Once they were there, he sat down on a bench, pulled Fraktusk down next to him, and was quiet.

Finally, he spoke "We couldn't beat him, Fraktusk. He's just too strong. It is better that we leave Corellia, there is little that we can do here-" Fraktusk was about to speak, but Dolash guestured to let him finish "-When we complete our training, perhaps then, but as it stands the powers of the dark are too great to beat head-on."

Fraktusk did NOT seem happy about this, and was brooding for a reply, but Dolash wasn't too concerned about that yet. What he WAS concerned about, was the dark spot on the edge of his mind. He and Fraktusk could feel it, Silus was out there, but what was he doing.

"We can get a flight off the planet in the morning."

(Milkshake, feel the thread is going crazy? IM me, we can discuss the future of it. I got a great idea, but if you've got one too we can do that one.)

(OOC: Silus, if you don't want to continue, we can just wrap it up here. I mean, we fought, that's enough, right?)