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Jorre flinched at the sound of clashing blades. Her yellow-flecked eyes flew open and Jorre was astonished to see Tala's face an inch away from hers, his gold eyes illuminated by the colorful blades.
Jorre panted as the fight went on several moments later. Despite his old age, Tala was still a formidable opponent. Even with Kristina fighting her hardest, the two Jedi barely matched with the single sith master. As Tala aimed another blow at Kristina who blocked it luckily, thoughts raced in Jorre's mind.
This is the end for me I know it is, Jorre thought sadly to herself, but then caught a flash of determination in her apprentice's eyes, But that doesn't mean its Kristina's end too!
Jorre's eyes brought her back from her thoughts when she saw Tala almost slice Kristina's hand off. With a loud battle cry, Jorre lunged forward for a final adempt to win the battle. What she was not expecting was that Tala was ready for her and shoved his elbow into her chest.
Jorre feel to the ground, winded, and heard her hand let go of her light saber. Jorre's pain stricken eyes followed the light saber as it rolled several feet away, but was brought back up at the sound of clashing blades.
Jorre looked up and watched with horror as Tala Force pushed Kristina to one side of the bridge's walls. Kristina's eyes rolled backwards and Jorre knew her young apprentice had fallen unconscious.
Anger pulsed through Jorre's veins, blinding her pain. She wanted to kill Tala for hurting Kristina. To feel his traitor blood on her hands.
Reaching out a hand to try and grasp her light saber, Jorre heard footsteps and knew Tala was heading over to her. Jorre looked at her light saber and tried to call it with the Force. It twitched slightly and started to drag itself over to Jorre.
Six more feet… Five more feet… Four more feet… Three more feet… Two more feet… CRUNCH!
Jorre felt searing pain as a large weight was dropped onto her hand. Jorre felt Tala's military boot lift and she stared at her crumbled hand with pain-filled eyes. Jorre tried to lift a finger and heard Tala laugh at her feeble adempts. There was no denying it… her hand was broken.
Jorre looked up at Tala's face with his yellow smirk etched on it. It was the last image Jorre saw before she was once again dragged into darkness.