The crimson blade whistled over her head. She ducked instinctively, but Jera knew that she couldn't keep this up much longer. Darth Venna was stronger, faster, and more powerful in the Force. One misstep, and the Sith would win.

The icy wind whipped her cloak in all directions, making the fight even harder. Venna grinned at her opponent, an insane gleam in her eyes, her hood still covering most of her face. Jera swung her saberstaff, but Venna front flipped over her. Both opponents stopped fighting to stare at each other.

"You are strong, Jera, but not strong enough."

"Let's see how strong you are, Venna," Jera replied, instantly regretting her words. Venna's yellow eyes glowed brighter as she held up her hand. Jera did the same. Venna and Jera glared at each other as both tried to Force choke the other. Eventually, both released their holds and gasped for air.

Venna recovered first, and swiftly kicked Jera's knee, forcing her to the ground.

"You brought this upon yourself, traitor," she snarled. The blade swung, and Jera knew no more.