Battle of the Heroes
~ John Williams
This hooded figure came down the hallway and into the open room where the other separatist leaders and General Grievous was, it immediately sent a wave of shock up Grievous spine. The golden eyes... dimly light and reflective off the line of a single tear down the side of his cheek. The eyes of the Sith. A deep color he has only seen Dooku in his most tensest of moments have. It is said that the eyes are a window to the soul, which is true. And for a Sith, it is the gateway to hate, destruction, and rage.
After the sight, the eyes grew wide for just a moment, with a thick Kalee accent he hissed, "Skywalker?"
Without word or hesitation, the Fallen Jedi Knight let his robes fall to the floor off his shoulders. The blue saber shot out from the metallic hilt, reflecting off the golden eyes to the almost demonic hue. Black Jedi robes darkened more by hate, and clothes stained with the blood of the innocent.
Grievous turning to the Separatist leaders who stood behind him, "flee to the ships, the Jedi is mine," his voice deep and audio transmitters still a bit lacking.
Following without question these multi-raced leaders of the Separatists would run out the other end of the room, to one of the rooms which four B2 battle droids were waiting for them. Yelping around much and more or less fleeing for their lives, it was a pathetic scene to watch on the generals part. Nodding once to his own droids, the white cloaked IG-100's acting as protection for them followed in behind.
Grievous now alone with this new Sith, there was a slight moment of silence between them. Enough, but still there, it was haunting.
But this moment stilled when Grievous unclipped his cape causing it to now elegantly come off his shoulders. Having two lightsabers in each hand, a green and blue ignited out the ends. Spinning wrists around a bit, they swirled to the Jedi Killer's sides.
Skywalker, without hesitation leaped forward with a downward passionate strike. Easily blocking the general counteracted with green blade causing sparks to fly a bit. The eyes... deep yellow only would become more and more intense. Even in the combined reflections of green and blue clashed to each other, it still was there, bright and almost pulsing.
Taking a single step back, the general started to lash himself into his opponent. Two blades swinging left and right, up and down. Even with the force as his guide the Sith was struggling to the predict Grievous. He still parried all the attacks, swiping and bashing his blade intensely matching the aggression.
Ducking low barely dodging a blow from a green blade, the Sith pulled his wrist back before unleashing the force. Going into the air, the metallic beast slammed into the ceiling above (leaving an impressionable indent in it too with sparks flying about from both the hit and from the general).
Falling down to Skywalker, snapping or clicking could be heard from the arms of Grievous. Two arms extending and turning to four, two more blades extended from them, both green. Landing almost directly on top of the Sith, he was forced to dash back and dodge his opposer.
Laughing historically with its deep horribly automated voice, four arms slashed from multiple directions like a whirlwind forcing the Sith to take a defensive stance. Quickly the sloppy form came as even the Chosen One could barely block the attacks at such speeds. Grievous noticed this, how ineffective the defense was... he was too aggressive.
Backing up more, Skywalker using the force ripped the blue holotable off the ground behind this metal monster. The sky blue lighting turned off with yellow sparks off the base as metal was torn by the force. By flick of the wrist it came flying and caught the general by surprise.
Slamming into his back side, the general like a rag doll through the air flew into the wall in front of Skywalker. The Sith went for a killing blow for Grievous's head. Two lightsabers came for defense, blue and green from the right side easily holding off the fallen Jedi. Clashed sparks and energy spewing out of their blades as it meshed making a white color upon their focal-point.
The Sith's face began agitated and thick with rage. Forcing the lightsabers down, it started to overpower the two sabers. The two blades started to inch their way to the throat of the cyborg going in the opposite direction of which he wanted.
A quick reaction came as the third arm swung from underneath. With just as fast reflexes the Sith responded by letting go of his other hand. Catching the arm with the force, it was locked there for a moment.
"Jedi or Sith, your powers cannot help you," Grievous chuckled through the thick and static audio-transmitters.
Without any word, the Sith single-handedly (and quite literally), started to slowly overpower the general using one hand against two blades (while the other was held with the force). The tides were turning desperately, which then was countered with the fourth blade. Three lightsabers on Skywalker clashed to his blade. Weight shifted to the Sith's side lightsabers coming close to his neck.
Light reflecting off the skin of the Sith added demonic tones to his glowing eyes. Similarly with Grievous, but the goop in his eyes shown a bit as his face got closer to the blades.
"You are doomed," said Grievous.
Again, the Sith would not respond. A single tear rolled down the side of his cheek for a moment. Grievous hesitated, seeing into his eyes... his soul. He saw the pain, he saw the grief...
On top of that, he felt the hatred, he could see... the death. But most importantly, the love. Sensing it in his well being it was as if the voice deep in the force spoke out to him for that moment. But as things changed the Sith took advantage of the moment and forced everything he had, his whole well being too into the general.
This force, this shove, pushed the cyborg back a bit, but just enough room for Skywalker to strike. Raising sword quickly before downfall, the speed was untimely.
Even then, it still was not enough. Swirling his swords like a hurricane, Grievous pelted his defense with a volley of attacks to which even Kenobi would have struggled. Lungs breathing, deeply inhaling the oxygen. Energy was full, restored, and destructive. Eyes began to dilate as seemingly the general could almost predict were the Sith was going to block. Like an animal, the warlord showed no mercy.
After a few more seconds, left, right, side to side, the flurry was uncountable and was impossible to keep up with even for a force user. In his moment of triumph the Kaleesh warrior started to laugh and comment things in his own tongue.
With an opening around, a blow was given to the wrist of Skywalker, sending sparks and seared metal into the air from his robotic limb. Lightsaber deactivated from the drop of his weapon, the single blue blade was sent from a spin attack. Right into the chest of the Sith.
It pierced his chest, causing a red ring of seared flesh around from both its entry and exit points.
Eyes of the fallen Jedi went wide as the gold from them left like a spirit. All what remained were beautiful blue eyes... empty eyes. Taking his last breath, Grievous deactivated all of his lightsabers, including the one that was in the Sith. This caused his limp body to fall to the ground. Taking a moment to revel in his victory, the pupils widened as this happy cyborg twiddled his fingers a bit. Bending over, he grabbed the lightsaber of the fallen.
Attaching it to his legs, he casted one of the green ones to the side making room for easily his now most prestigious lightsaber.
Hoisting the body of Skywalker high into the air, Grievous stood outside on the lava-walkway with two guardrails in front of him. In the far off distance, a lava platform, with the pregnant senator and General Kenobi. Having hands to her mouth and bawling in tears, she could not believe her eyes. Kenobi shook his head slightly looking down in grief.
"You hear me Jedi!" Screeched the cyborg, "I will kill you all!"
Taking a moment, he threw the body of Skywalker over the edge taking a moment before it fell into the lava below, being turned to black char instantly, causing lava and hot ash to spew into the air. Going down the platform, standing completely upright and not hunched over, Kenobi knew something was different. Something was off with Grievous.
Turning to Padme, Kenobi nodded, "get on the ship, and if there is a hint of trouble I want you to leave."
"But what about you?" she pleaded.
"I'll be fine," he smiled, "I've bested this monster before, I will do it again."