Chapter 10 Natalie Lam Normal Natalie Lam 7 69 2001-11-08T04:00:00Z 2001-11-08T05:41:00Z 2 569 3246 HOME 27 6 3986 9.2720 Print 75

Chapter 10

Obi-wan watched as the heave blade sliced through the air, smooth, deadly, evil. Ready to sink into the flesh of its prey, to savour the flavour of death. Qui-gon fought on, blocked the blows of the Zelon warriors infront of him, too preoccupied to sense his own impending doom.

"Noooooooo!"

Without thinking twice, Obi-wan pushed himself infront of Qui-gon, his own safety the last thing in his mind. He would never be able to forgive himself if he let Qui-gon die in the hands of the enemy. As much as he wanted to convince himself, he couldn't hate Qui-gon. He was the father that Obi-wan never had. He felt his body arch in pain as the blade sank into his side. He fought the breath as the pain laced through his body, clamping down his chest. Stand up! Fight back! His mind screamed at himself, urging him to jump up and ward of the blow that was about to descend upon him, but his body was totally unresponsive to the desperate cries. He was totally drained, his energy seeping out with his blood through the wound created by the huge Zelon warrior. He didn't have the strength to fight back, the Force seemed a distant thing, unresponsive, useless.

He felt something cool being roughly shoved into his hand, something that sent jolt of electricity flowing down his arm. With a sudden rush of adrenaline, Obi-wan lept up, activated his lightsabre and deflected the blow of the very surprised Warrior. The surprise soon turned into a sneer as Obi-wan and the warrior, weapons in front of them, alert, eyes watchful, for every moment the other made.

"My name is Rusca, and it means killer. Remember this name. I'll hear you scream it as plead for your death before my killing blow comes on you." The Warrior said, the sneer still twisting his features.

Obi-wan's mask of calm resumed its place, a flash of insolence danced in his eyes, but he said nothing, but continued to watch the Warrior. His mind cleared itself as he held the familiar handle tightly in his grasp. Calling upon the Force, is came naturally, unlike before. He trained his eyes, on the man standing before him gauging his next move from every twitch of a muscle.

When the blow came, he was ready. Dodging to one side, he deflect it, playing the role of a good Jedi, on defence, trying to wear out his opponent. The dance of survival began. His body limber with from the consistent training of katas, Obi-wan flipped nimbly over Rusca's head, aiming a blow at the man's back. But Rusca wasn't ready to give up yet, he dpun around and deflected the blow without much trouble. The two exchanged blows, each blow was deflected. Neither one was winning, one matched the other. Rusca's strength with Obi-wan's speed, Rusca's weight to Obi-wan's nimble antics.

Obi-wan felt something warm slid down his legs as he dodged another of Rusca's blow. His own blood. The wound Rusca inflicted on him before started to have it's toll on Obi-wan. Despite the sudden rush adrenaline, Obi-wan could feel his strength slowly seeping out. He needed to end the fight soon. If possible right now.

A shriek was heard somewhere behing Rusca, and Obi-wan detected a flicker of distraction in Rusca's eyes. Swifly he faked a blow on the right, ducked under Rusca's defenive swing and darted to his left, plunging his blade into Rusca's side. He was fast, but not fast enough before Rusca's own vibro-ax took a glancing blow on his back. Obi-wan wavered for a moment as he watched Rusca's shocked expression before he hit the ground, lifeless. He gasped as the impact of his injures hit him. He sank to his knees before slumping onto the ground, unconscious.

TBC….

Author's note:

I though I better tell you guys… This is the second last chapter, so all the unanswered stuff that I left kinda vague will have to be answered in it. If you have any questions, can you please please please ask it so I can get it completed. Thanks a millions.

Padawan Nik-ka