Here and Now

Chapter 6: Life is so close and yet so far

** Only two (or three?) more chapters to go, then it is done!! Hope you'll enjoy this final part of the battle!**

What would his next move look like? He wasn't sure about it. He could only hope that his Master was fast enough to reach them and to be able to enter the battle again. Sweat run down his face. The salty liquid burned, when it made contact with his bleeding cuts. Obi-Wan made a decision. If he had to die, he would face it like a Jedi. Acceptance and peace was written on his features. But he would take the Sith with him! But he wouldn't give up that soon. This time it would take the creature more than a single force-push to defeat him!

A snap and the laser-walls disappeared. His world wasn't red anymore and it would never ever be red again! So he drove the Sith towards the melting-pit. Qui-Gon started to sprint, he ran as fast as he could, but he wasn't able to enter the duel. The hissing sound returned and the walls were again guarding the pit. He had to break hard in order not to fall into a wall. His boots caused an ugly noise. The only thing he could do was playing the audience.

The fight looked more like a good choreographed dance than a fateful battle. The double-bladed  sword wasn't able to gain the upper hand. Obi-Wan was too focused. The force guided his movements. The Sith was getting more and more impatient and with that his power fainted, but he still was a strong opponent and Kenobi shouldn't underestimate the strength of the dark side. But he, the Apprentice, didn't feed the power of the dark side. He fought emotionless. Qui-Gon was impressed, he really thought that his beloved student was ready to take the trials, but he never knew how ready he was until now!

Obi-Wan blocked the attacks of the red blade easily and was even able to stay out of  the Sith's reach. The Sith knew that he couldn't kill the Jedi-scum like that. He had to play dirty tricks on him! He fixed his mad eyes on the Jedi-Master and laughed evilly. Qui-Gon realised the same second, that the dark-side-user was planning something. He tried to warn Obi-Wan, but their bond was still blocked by the Padawan's tight shield.

Their lightsabres tangled and the evil man brought his painted head close to Kenobi's and whispered to Obi-Wan

" It doesn't matter how hard you try, it won't save your precious Master, neither will it save you from dying!"

The Sith knew, that he must have hit a nerve of some kind, because Obi-Wan started to fight like a mad man! If he knew, what kind he had just hit, he would be very proud of himself. It worked, the little Jedi wasn't centred anymore, the force slipped from his grasp. Now he would be no problem! And the master shouldn't be a problem either, after watching his pupil die!

Now Obi-Wan tired and his ability of accessing the force wasn't getting better in his state of mind! He just had to rely on his own strength. With a powerful blow he parted the double-bladed sword of the Sith and kicked one half aside, so that the tattooed man couldn't reach it. So far so good. But he wasn't in the condition to focus! The dark lord focused and gave Obi-Wan –again- a powerful force-shove! And again he wasn't able to resist. He tumbled into the pit and his fallen lightsabre was kicked into the pit by an evil grinning Sith. He was so confident.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!", screamed his Master, but Obi-Wan was gone!

But only from the Sith and his point of view! Because he was holding onto the ledge.

The monster was celebrating his triumph and watched a desperate Jedi, who wanted nothing more than revenge.

Again the Sith was so careless of finishing his job completely.

Gathering all his power that was left, Kenobi jumped into the air, flipped over a surprised looking Sith-Lord, commanded the severed part of the Sith's Lasersword into his right hand and cut the man, who consisted of pure evil in two. You could see that the Sith mouthed the word "how" before he fell into the pit or to be more precise the two halves of him. So much to overconfidence!

Then Obi-Wan's strength left and his muscles and bones felt like pudding and he collapsed on the hard, cold floor.

The last thing he heard was the noise of the opening walls and his Master shouting his name.

Tbc…