Malice quickly turned his saber off so as not to land on it and kill himself. Rolling onto his back, he sent one leg of the broken chair forward knocking Han in the leg dropping him to the floor as well.

*Same to you*

Quickly standing up, Malice slashed downwards aiming for Han's mid section. The two were slowly separating from the group, ending up on the otherside of the diner.

*Han rolled out of the way, backwards, then flipped to his feet, lunging forward with his reignited saber, slashing towards Malice's face down past his rib's*

Malice move out o the way as well, jumping bakward and onto the bar counter. Jumping down he got himself a drink.

*Mmmm that hit the spot. Care for a drink Han*

He threw the whiske at the jedi getting the liquor all over the front of his clothes. Grinning, Malice flipped back over and made a few quick slashes all aiming for Hans left and right sides.

*Han blocked the saber shots effectively and hit malice with a low kick to the gut. With Malice staggering back, Han hit him with a strong force push, into the bar, and smashing through the keg on the wall.*

"Drink up Malice."

*Han grinned*

Malice lay there drenched in wasted beer. He stood up his anger boiling over as he stared at Han.

*You made a big mistake wasting beer. You will pay for that*

Malice began drawing on his anger and the force. he could feel the temperature of his body rising.

*Here's a little present for you Han. It'll be a real scorcher of a present too*

A sinister laugh rang out as Malice opened his mouth. a stream of fire shot out heading straight for Han. Using a bit of Sith sorcery that he knew, a image appeard on the head of the fire. In a moment Han saw the face of a cobra staring at him. The fire edged ever closer, lighting whatever table and chairs it touched in it's path.

*Han dove out of the way, grabbing the hose which feed teh water into the drink Machined. Yanking it from the wall it sprayed heavily onto the fire, extinguishing it, and spraying it back into Malice, who was knocked to the ground by the heavy stream.*


"You're all washed up Malice. It's a wonder Amalia ever saw anything in you."

Now not only was he soaked with beer, but with water as well. Ice water at that. Standing, Malice took off his cloak and threw it to the floor.

*I'm through toying with you jedi. Now it gets serious*

Lifting his hand, Han soon found it harder to breath, A dark hand had gripped around his throat cutting off his air supply. Han also found that he had been levitated a couple feet off the ground thanks to Malice and the darkside of the force. He tightened his grip making it harder for him to breath.

*Han called all the power he could from the force, and sent malice flying against the wall, crashing through it, and into the next room, breaking his concentration, and freeing Han of his grasp.*


"Are we gonna fight man to man, or are you gonna keep cheating, and using those sith sorceries on me?" Han smirked.

Malice stood up, His back throbbing with pain from crashing through a wall. He drew on that pain to fuel his power. Walking back to Han Malice snickered.

*And so we shall*

Malice ran at Han, dropping to the ground at the last second sweeping Han to the ground. Standing up he then gave Han two good kicks to his ribs befor steping back. He grabbed a stool and aimed it for Han's head. If he did not move then he would be crushed.

OOC:Where is everyone else.

*Han Flipped backwards, kick9ing out, and sending the stool back into Malice's jaw. He followed up by snapkicking Malice in the face, then a roundhouse over the bar. He stood back and watched, as malice crashed over the polished oak bar area.*