Editor's note: First off: THANK YOU! to all who have read and reviewed my previous chapters. It means a lot. So, Elwin Ransom, Promised Flower, almostinsane, and occasionaly Arrianos... You make all of this worth it. Seriously.

Anyway, this chapter was really, REALLY difficult to write, but the result is quite okay. Prepare to be shocked, though :p
Here we go...

Chapter 11: A Jedi's scruples?

Beneris. Sheleepolis. The Grand Arena. The Pit.

"Kieran, you need to help me!" Jaxxon ordered with such determination the loud-mouth Mared didn't even consider doubting Jaxxon's words. "I need you to line these people up in 5 lines of ten people. Make sure the best fighters like you are stationed at the shatterpoints of a rectangular defensive formation. Can you do that?"

"Aye, the I can," Kieran said.

"Then do it."

"What I and I gonna do, y'kno'?"

"I will try to give you as much time as I can."

"Whatcha gonna do against the lot of dem Shelee, bredren?" Kieran asked his human friend. "Is I an' I a general or ting?"

"Better," Jaxxon said. "A lot better. You'll see soon enough. Now, line 'em up!"

Kieran turned around and started shouting orders in the strange Mared language. Quickly, the Mared formed a rectangular formation. Kieran stationed himself in the middle of the front line, with Lara, blaster in hand, right behind him. The Mared that were still relatively strong were based on the corners and quarters of the lines. Kieran had done an excellent job. In less than a minute, they had formed a solid base of defence.

Jaxxon stood in front of the troop, as he watched the Shelee-gladiators. They were still coming out. Slowly but surely, they were forming an offensive circle around the rectangle of Mared. The Shelee in the crowd cheered as hard as they could.

"Kieran!" Jaxxon shouted at the top of his voice without using the Force, "make them turn 180°! You take that side, I'll cover this one. And try not to get yourself killed too early!"

"Irie," the Mared called back, and after he shouted some more commands behind him, the enslaved Mared and Lara slowly turned around.

The Shelee has stopped coming out of the gates, and Jaxxon and his fellows were completely surrounded. The Padawan saw the lust for blood dripping of their faces, and it made him shiver. This exceeded hate. This was not natural. He swallowed. He held the grip of his blade a bit too tight, he realised. He threw it in the air, and grabbed it so that the handle was resting on his ring- and little finger, and clamped it with his thumb, index- and middle finger. He had learned from previous encounters that this was an effective way to deliver accurate, fast and deadly slashes. Which was exactly what he needed here.

The circled-up Shelee started to move. Jaxxon felt the tension behind him rise. They were mortally afraid.

"You there," Jaxxon said, addressing the front row that was directly behind him. "Should the rectangle be broken and you get split up, try fighting in small circles of three, covering each other's backs. Got that?"

The Mared nodded, and Jaxxon focused his attention back on the threat in front of them.

"Come on, attack already!" Jaxxon shouted. And a few seconds later, the circle that had surrounded them, began to shrink. The Shelee ran forward, swinging their vibroblades with an insatiable lust for death. "Time to play the game."

Beneris. Sheleepolis. The Grand Arena. High balcony.

Darth Genocid looked at Zeborah and Mopaka. "Now, my foolish friends," he said, "you shall see the consequences of the biggest mistake you will ever make. And I can assure you, it will be the last!"

Beneris. Sheleepolis. The Grand Arena. The Pit.

The first Shelee that swung his vibroblade at Jaxxon didn't live long enough to feel the sand of the ground his dead body fell on. Jaxxon countered his enraged strike with a quick slash that beheaded him, starting from the mouth. The one that followed right behind him, got his heart pierced as a smooth and flawless follow-up from the semi-decapitating previous strike. The 3rd and the 4th attacked him from the side. Jaxxon ducked underneath their brainless blows, and carved open both of their bellies with a single incision. Their own guts fell on their feet, and they looked at each other's amazed face, as they departed from the world of the living and as their spirits became one with the Force.

Jaxxon sensed Kieran through the Force. The Mared was indeed very skilled. He quickly peeked, and saw him wielding two longswords which he effectively used to kill his direct opponents rapidly and keep as many off him and the weaker ones as possible.

Jaxxon watched the short sides of the rectangle, of which the left side was already scattering. A couple of Mared had been killed, and the defence was falling apart. Jaxxon quickly ran towards it, as fast as his injured leg allowed him, carving down five more Shelee on the way, by either gutting them, or impaling their heart with an accurate strike. A Shelee mowed at him from behind, and he sensed it almost too late. He ducked underneath it, and felt the blade scraping his head that the slavers had shaven prior to the battle. He turned around, and hewed at the Shelee's kneecaps, which shattered. The hamstring got ripped apart, and the legs almost fell off. Jaxxon pulled his sword out of the doomed creature, moved forward and slid underneath the open legs of a Shelee that was about to finish off a female Mared half his size. While passing underneath his crotch, the Jedi-in training cut through the groin. Releasing a painful roar, the Shelee fell down. Jaxxon quickly whipped up on his feet. The Shelee wasn't dead yet, and wanted to strike one last deadly blow on the woman. But Jaxxon kicked the Shelee's face so hard his neck snapped and he sat up on his knees. He stuck his blade through his throat, and viciously ripped it to the right. The Shelee's head barely hung on to the body.

"Get back in the rectangle!" Jaxxon shouted at the woman. She quickly did as he ordered.

The Padawan threw his blade at the back of a Shelee that was about to surprise a valiantly fighting Mared. He quickly ran to the body and pulled it back out. He swiftly overlooked the situation. Kieran was still holding his own, and the end of the rectangle stood firmly at his end up until now. Things had improved at the left-hand short side, but it was still way too scattered. The long side Jaxxon had just left also started to show cracks, as they were vastly outnumbered.

Jaxxon instinctively wanted to use a Force Wave, but he doubted. It would certainly improve the situation and allow them to regroup, but then he of course revealed his true identity. And he didn't know how the others would take it, if they survived at all.

He knocked an approaching Shelee down with the handle of his blade, stuck it through his badomen, pulled it out and beheaded him to be sure he wouldn't be a threat any more. It had become a hectic situation. The Mared slaves weren't all warriors like him and Kieran of course, so they were failing to keep a tight defensive formation, but Jaxxon was pleased to see some people fighting in triangles of three, which meant they were following his advice to the letter.

He saw a mad Shelee lunging at an unsuspecting Mared that was keeping off two other opponents. "Watch your back!" Jaxxon shouted, but it was too late, and completely powerless the Padawan witnessed how his ally fell to the ground, blood squirting out of his mouth as his life of misery ended.

Jaxxon felt a rage coming over him he hadn't felt for a long, long time. He leapt at the Shelee that had cowardly killed someone from behind and with a powerful blow, he cut through the waist. He was sliced in half like a clot of butter. He blocked two incoming blows from the two Shelee that had been attacking his fallen mate by swiftly diverting their swords with his own. He followed it up with an insanely rapid 360 turn, during which he cut through their chest-area when departing and beheading them when coming to a standstill. The blood spurted out of the decapitated corpses and onto the human Jedi. Jaxxon looked at himself for an instant of a second, and saw his naked upper body was entirely covered with the thick, dark crimson blood of his foes. His legs, which were naked save for some boxers were covered with sand that stuck on viscous blood: his own, as a result of his calf-injury, and that of the others.

Overlooking the situation once more, Jaxxon noticed that more and more Mared were getting killed. He had been handling himself really well up until now, but there were others that couldn't defend themselves like he could. And it was impossible to protect them all with just a simple longsword. The urge to use the Force to aid him in the battle became larger by the passing second. But he resisted the temptation. With the anger he was feeling, he didn't think it'd be a good idea. He was afraid his Force Powers would go beyond his control, killing innocent Mared in the process. When he was a Sith Marauder and was free of the nuisance of qualms he always used a Force Repulse, Force Storm or a Force Wave to rid himself of all near living beings. But now that he was a Jedi, he couldn't do that any more. Self-preservation wasn't the only priority here. He had other people to protect as well.

"Why... does ... everything... have ...to... be... so... complicated?" Jaxxon roared, as he struck down Shelee on the rhythm of his words.

He felt something approaching him through the Force. It was moving awfully fast. Jaxxon turned around, and was just in time to block an incoming strike that would have impaled him hadn't he reacted so quickly. He diverted his opponent's sword to the side. But the Shelee raised his sword and hit him with another blow. Jaxxon blocked it effortlessly, but could not drive the Shelee back. They initiated a sabrelock. The Shelee was physically stronger than Jaxxon, and he quickly gained the upper hand. But the Padawan used subtle nods of the Force to drive the hostile sword back. The Shelee was no match for the power of the Force, and as the sword approached his own face, terror could be read in his eyes. But not for long. His eyes were slowly cut out by his own blade, as Jaxxon pushed it deeper and deeper into his foe's skull. When he hit the Shelee's cerebrum it was over. Dead, he dropped to the sandy ground, blowing up dust where he fell.

Another Shelee came at him, his blade held to his left-hand side. Jaxxon used his good leg to jump, and hit the Shelee with a spinning kick, knocking him down. Jaxxon landed on his bottom, and he slashed through the right arm of the Shelee that had just come at him, as it was the closest thing in his reach. Quickly, the Padawan got up and slashed through his throat. One threat less.

"Help!" Jaxxon heard someone call from behind him. A female Mared that was protecting her child was about to be cut down by three surrounding Shelee. With a swift throw of his sword, Jaxxon pierced the neck of the Shelee closest to the woman. He rushed at the two other, who turned around to see who had just killed their friend. Big mistake. With a split-legged jumpkick, Jaxxon knocked both Shelee down. He landed on his painful leg however, and collapsed. A Shelee approached from his right-hand side. Jaxxon hadn't retrieved his blade yet, and his heart skipped a beat. The Shelee raised his blade high into the air, as he aimed to strike the defenceless Jedi. Jaxxon realised only a miracle could save him now. It flashed through his mind that even a Force Push was too late now.

Two blades struck the Shelee through the back. They came out through the belly, taking with them a shred of liver. As the Shelee fell down, his saviour was revealed.

"Get up, me bredren!" Kieran shouted, as the Shelee slid off his two longswords. He turned around, and continued with doing what he did best.

Jaxxon quickly grabbed his own sword, and lashed at the calf of the nearest Shelee. The calf got ripped into shreds and the calf splintered. Blood spat into Jaxxon's eyes, temporarily blinding him. He got up, and could sense two Shelee approaching him from the side. He dropped down, and the two Shelee clashed. They fell next to Jaxxon, who rolled from one side to the other, chopping off their heads in a gruesome manner.

He quickly wiped the blood out of his eyes and got up. The defensive rectangle had been completely penetrated and it was splintered and scattered. Jaxxon needed to think of something quickly, because within five minutes he'd be sure either him or Kieran would be the last man standing.

"Let's do some Jedi tricks," Jaxxon mumbled to himself. He shot into the air, and landed on top of an unsuspecting Shelee's neck, stabbing his sword through it as he landed. He pushed himself off the shoulders of his fresh victim, and landed in the neck of another unsuspecting foe after doing a back flip or two. He repeated this slaughtering procedure 15 times in such a fast manner it took less than half a minute. It was effective, and the he noticed the crowd started to cheer.

"Are they cheering for me?" Jaxxon thought, as he leapt into the air, and cut through the carotid artery of the Shelee that passed underneath him. When he landed, he noticed that not only the crowd was indeed cheering in his direction, but that several of the Mared were looking at him in a bedazzled way. It only enraged the fighting Shelee even more though. They now came at him in a pack of five. Jaxxon moved faster than the wind, and he sliced through the right side of the pack so fast that he disembowelled three of them at once. The other two were met by a whirlwind flurry. He jumped up, twisting around his axis so rapidly he became a bloody, deadly, blurry killing machine. He cut them down faster than they could inhale another breath.

As he landed, he saw some Shelee were actually starting to become afraid of him. He grinned. He felt guilty that he was inspiring so much fear. But it was a great feeling! One that he had missed.

The Shelee started to regroup, adapting themselves to the combat situation. They had understood that there was only one man that had to be stopped. The rest was unimportant. About 15 out of 60 Mared remained, and as they saw the Shelee run away from them, towards Jaxxon they quickly gathered. Kieran and Lara were hurt, and they assumed the leading role of the small pack of Mared.

"Stay behind the I," Kieran shouted at the others. "Me main man Jaxxon will be takin' it for us, ya kno'!"

Jaxxon firmly gripped his sword. He saw about 60 Shelee charging at him, driven mad by their lust for blood, vengeance and death. Jaxxon knew that he was in danger if he continued to refuse his Force Powers. His instinct for survival prevailed.

Jaxxon raised his off-hand, and the Shelee ran into an invisible wall. Those in the front were crushed between the impenetrable barrier and those that slammed against them from behind. Jaxxon broke down the wall he had constructed through the Force, and those in the middle of the horde tipped over. With immense concentration, the Padawan lifted all 50-something remaining Shelee into the air. And with an unbelievable display of skill, he slammed them all together, creating a globe of broken bodies. Those in the middle were either crushed or had the air squeezed out of their brains. As Jaxxon released them, 15 dead Shelee dropped out of the living sphere. Those that had survived, reluctantly got up.

Beneris. Sheleepolis. The Grand Arena. High balcony.

"Do something, Lord Genocid!" Zeborah screamed in terror as he saw his men getting slaughtered.

"Yes," Mopaka agreed, "block his Force Powers or something like that!"

Darth Genocid took on a sour face. "I told you this would happen."

"Stop him! We'll do anything you want!!" Zeborah shouted hysterically.

"Why should I do that?" Genocid calmly inquired. "You have nothing more to offer me. In fact, I would like to see how this turns out."

Zeborah and Mopaka looked at each other. Tears were almost rolling out of their eyes.

"I was right, wasn't I?" Genocid slowly said. "This is the last mistake you'll ever make. But it's all too late for that now. If you just would've listened to me, we could've prevented this. I'll try to set your failures right later. But do not forget, stupid little Shelee fucks!!" Genocid suddenly aggressively shouted, "that the penalty for failure is death!"

Beneris. Sheleepolis. The Grand Arena. The Pit.

The whirlwind technique was something Jaxxon had practised a lot while he was a mere Sith apprentice. He hadn't used it in recent years however, as he never had to. He had had better force powers, like the Repulse, or the Wave. And even after he had banned the Storm from his arsenal, he had had better options still. But now was the time to use the technique.

First, he created the eye of the hurricane. It flowed from his fingertips, and quickly expanded to the point where the remaining Mared and Lara stood, keeping them safe and out of reach. He reached out through the Force. He let it flow through him, he let it guide him, just like Master Daego had instructed. He sensed the Force signatures of his enemies. They approached quickly. He lifted them off their feet, and dragged them into the evolving vortex. It took all his concentration and all his skill to pull it off.

Slowly but surely the Shelee realised what was happening. They started clawing at the air around them, unable to escape. They started to spin around their axis, but they also started to spin around the eye of the storm. Much like the movements a planet makes.

Jaxxon let the cyclone rage. Faster and faster, the Shelee started spinning all around the Pit. Some banged against the walls, causing their skulls to crack open or their spines to break. Some suffocated. Some of them had their wounds ripped further open, causing them to lose a lot of blood. Some of them could not bear with the circular movements. They tried to throw up, but the pressure on their chests prevented them from doing so. They choked in their own vomit. Some of them that were still wielding a blade stuck it through their own hearts, escaping a more painful death. And as Jaxxon finally let the raging typhoon calm down, not a single hostile gladiator had survived.

The arena erupted. The violent anger that had previously possessed the spectators had changed into an amazed and respectful cheer. The didn't care he was a Jedi. They didn't care he had killed some of their own kind. They didn't care he was working with the Mared. He had given them a bloody, spectacular and entertaining massacre. And they loved him for it. And as Jaxxon stuck his bladed hand into the air to receive the applause, every single Shelee got on their feet to hail the fan-favourite. All Shelee, save two...

Beneris. Sheleepolis. The Grand Arena. High balcony.

Darth Genocid looked at Zeborah and Mopaka. Their jaws had dropped and they were staring at the pit and the crowd in shared disbelief.

"Gentlemen," Darth Genocid sarcastically said, "may I congratulate you on a job well done?"

"M...M...M... My Lord Genocid, I apologise," Zeborah stammered. "This... This is our fault. I... I beg for your forgiveness."

"Me too," Mopaka said, dropping down on his knees in front of the Dark Lord of the Sith. "It won't happen again, I can assure you! We won't make any more mistakes."

"You're right," Genocid said in a cool, menacing manner. "You won't." He raised his right hand, and the eyes of the two Shelee closed shut.

"You shall sleep now. And dream. Dream of the worst thing that has ever happened to you. You shall feel the intense pain that has tormented you during your entire lives. And you shall never wake up again."

The two Shelee fell on the ground, and they went into convulsions. They started moaning, letting out a short, penetrating scream every few seconds. Genocid spat on them.

"So weak," he said. "So foolish. Jannays was right. I don't need you any more. I just need the crowd. My mistake."

He turned around and looked at the pit below him. Dorma was still receiving his standing ovation. But not for long...And he walked out of the balcony, making his way towards the pit's entrance gate.

Beneris. Sheleepolis. The Grand Arena. The Pit.

Jaxxon started at the blast of trumpets that resounded through the arena. The crowd went immediately silent. The cheers that had previously filled the entire structure now faded away into the absolute nothingness of complete silence.

The Padawan slowly joined the little group of Kieran and the others. They were still watching him in disbelief. Jaxxon knew he had to explain everything to them later on, if they still wanted to talk to him. But for now, there were bigger issues. He peeked at Lara, who was still hiding behind Kieran's shoulder. She had a worried frown etched on her face. Kieran himself seemed to be emotionless. He seemed to stare right through Jaxxon.

The pit gates opened, and out came 30 fully armed Sith troopers, their black durasteel armour shimmering in the sweltering flare of the Benerissian sun. The Mared backed down a bit, afraid of an incoming attack. Jaxxon didn't budge. He knew who was coming.

The Sith troopers formed a circle around the slaves, and lined up in the direction of the entrance. A black-clad man stepped out of the dark preparation rooms into the brightness of the sandy pit. A large, ebony lightsabre was swinging at his belt as he took small, decisive and determined steps towards the young man that was the source of all his troubles. When they were face-to-face he stopped. He wasn't much taller than Dorma. But he breathed out a presence that was undeniable and only explainable through the Force itself. His orange eyes were blazing in their sockets and the rough, jet-black stubbly beard defined his evil looks and greyish skin, that seemed to be bursting with thick, blue veins.

"Dorma," he slowly spoke, "or is it Jaxxon now? It's been way too early."

"Likewise," Jaxxon answered, slightly panting, not allowing his fear to escape. Because he did fear the man in front of him at the moment. Without his lightsabre, he was powerless against the Dark Lord of the Sith himself. Had he been fully armed he'd be feeling much more secure. "Why are you coming out here?" the Jedi asked.

"I have come down here, because I wanted to ask you something?" Genocid casually asked, as if he was inquiring about the weather?"

"About what?"

"Why are you doing this, Dorma? Can't you see it's pointless? All the resistance. All the fighting. All the bloodshed. It doesn't mean a damn thing. So tell me. Why, Dorma? Why?"

"I am a Jedi," was the short and simple answer.

"Oh, a Jedi, eh?" Genocid said, slightly grinning. "And what is that worth these days? People distrust you. They think you're in it for nothing but your own. We all know that ain't the case, but they don't. In fact, they are quick to make deals with the Sith these days. And do you know why that is? Because they believe that the Sith, like me, know what is best for the galaxy. We are followers of the True Sith ideal, which means that we rid the galaxy of the worthless bits. The weak bits. The shatter points. While you Jedi almost seem to promote compassion, fallibility and frailty. So I ask you again, Dorma, why are you embarking on some sort of quest against the Sith Empire? You cannot win."

"Oh, you think so?" Jaxxon replied. "That's where we disagree."

"Don't be so stubborn, boy! It is the Sith that gave you the power you now possess! It is the Sith that made these previously worthless Shelee rise out above themselves! It were the Sith that defeated the Mandalorians! It were the Sith who... Well, you get my point."

"Your point is worthless," Jaxxon spat. "Your words consist of nothing but hollow, out of date and empty phrases, Mandalorian Sith. It isn't an ideal that makes you what you are. It isn't the Sith ideal that achieves greatness. No. It's unconditional love. And I'll prove it to you right now."

With those words, Jaxxon turned around, and raises his left fist into the air. The arena erupted once more, as they cheered for their new hero. Slightly grinning, Jaxxon turned again.

"See? They love me unconditionally. Which means that if you kill me, you will have a rebellion on your hands. The Shelee here will overwhelm you. Their anger vis-à-vis the Sith will spread from this place like a cancer. And you can say goodbye to your little Benerissian coup d'état. So I would like to see you try it. In fact, I pray you are that stupid."

Genocid's right eye twitched. The little uptight bastard was trying to intimidate him. And he was doing a damn good job at it too! He had always been a manipulative little bugger. He was smart. He knew he needed the support of the crowd. He knew they were broadcasting this planet wide. He knew he had become the newest saviour. The newest martyr, should he die. He knew that he wasn't ready to attack the Shelee yet.

"One day, Dorma, you shall die at my hands," the Dark Lord menacingly said. "One day..."

"Perhaps. But not today."

And after those words, the Dark Lord turned himself around, followed closely by his Sith troops. Once more, the arena applauded the brave man that had overcome all obstacles, human, Jedi, or not. The sound that came forth from the crowd was deafening. And slowly but surely, a chant started. Soon, the entire arena was shouting only one thing.

"Jedi!"

Beneris. Sheleepolis. Principal slave quarters, execution area 50-J.

"That was fucking awesome!" Lara shouted, as she tightly hugged Jaxxon. "Why didn't you say you were a bleedin' Jedi, huh? I was shitting my pants I was so scared!"

"I an' I's a righteous rudeboy, ya know, star. Good to see dem mad wicked skills of you's in full ornate, ya know," Kieran added, patting Jaxxon on the back.

The rest of the Mared also congratulated and thanked him. Jaxxon felt a little shy. But he was happy they all appreciated his help and never blamed him for the fact he was in fact a Jedi.

"Why so much secrets, Jax?" Lara asked him. "We're all in this together aren't we?"

"Yeah, Jaxxon said, "but I wasn't sure how you all would've reacted. Especially after you, Kieran, were so dismissive about me and my Order."

"My bad, my bad," the Mared said, apologetically raising his hands.

""So, what we going do now?" one of the other Mared said in broken Standard. "Wait for next execution, so to speak?"

"Of course not," the touchy Twi'Lek girl responded. .

"Dem Mared bredren's got onna dem points ya kno'. What's da plan, Jax?" Kieran asked his human friend.

Jaxxon sat himself down with a deep sigh. He stared at the ground.

"There's not much we can do. Except for one thing..."

"And what might that be?" Lara asked.

"We have to find my Master."

"What? Why?"

"He's a Jedi too. Much more powerful and much wiser than I am. He'll know what to do. Besides, I'd be surprised, disappointed even if Genocid didn't send anyone to kill us. If he's not going to do it personally, that is."

"More powerful than you? Wow... But... If this... Sith Lord would have wanted to kill you, I'm sure he would've done so already. You were practically at his mercy back in the arena!"

"That was different. I bluffed my way out of it, but all I did was buy us some time. He couldn't afford to kill us then. But now that we're out of the scope... If I don't buy us a little bit more time soon, really really soon, it'll be too late for any of us." Jaxxon knew they were in a very difficult situation. But then again, he had been so ever since the embassy was attacked. And he still hadn't worn a decent shirt or trousers, let alone his robes, ever since that explosion made him wake up. But what he missed most, was his red lightsabre. It defined who he was. The touch and feeling of the feathery hilt with a black leather strap around it was the thing he had missed ever since he was struck in the belly. His wounds were almost completely healed, but he had damaged his calf-injury during the battle. He was so fanatic while fighting that he had been oblivious to the pain. But now, it all came over him. The muscles he had strained, the dried blood that stuck in his hair and on his body, the awful smell of death that was hanging around him... He had never looked so awful, of that he was certain.

"But how's me main man gon' reach dem uvva Jedi?" Kieran asked after a short pause. "Ye 'ave none clue of where 'im is, ya kno'. And even if ye did, the us is still stuck inna dem nasty bombaclot slave qua'ters

"We have no other option," Jaxxon said, taking a fast decision. "Whether you want to come with me or not, I leave up to you. But tonight, no matter what, I'm breaking out of here..."

Next chapter: Zorn Quolyg-Naryn and Maela Ulchnar are intercepted by a Beneris-bound Sith reinforcement warship.

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So, that's it for this chapter! I hope you liked it! Please drop a review if you do, and if you must, also if you don't :p Comments are always greatly appreciated. Again, this was extremely hard to write and to make it comprehensible, and I'd like to know if I succeeded or failed. It's the first time I have written an action scene on such a large scale.
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