Oct 2002
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, all the characters (Except for Tasha) are property of Lucasfilm etc etc.
Hide Your Love Away
Chapter 30
An amber blade sliced down the front of Obi-Wan's chest, singeing his clothing as it caught the red blade aiming for his throat and deflected it. He looked up in shock as Anakin landed in front of him, the back of his shirt and part of his skin cauterized together. Palpatine's eyes widened in shock. "You're supposed to be dead!"
"ANAKIN!!"
"I'm alright Angel." He couldn't even spare the concentration to look at her, but he smiled as he spoke. "Help Obi-Wan."
He heard her footsteps on the floor as she ran towards them. Anakin pointed his blade at Palpatine. "You're dead, your Excellency."
Anakin rushed the Chancellor, his blade flashing brilliantly as he spun in on the other man. A second blade appeared in his other hand, this one blue, as it slashed towards the Sith lord's chest. The red lightsaber was a blur, moving as fast as Anakin's dual blades as they moved in a dance of grace and death. The clashing of blades, the whine of their energy connecting, was almost continuous as Anakin besieged the Chancellor's defenses.
Padmé watched, wide eyed, as her husband turned into a virtual vortex of power. She'd thought him dead, impaled on Tasha's lightsaber. Joy hummed through her veins, her heart skipping a beat as she watched Anakin. He was alive! She wanted to scream, to run to him and never let him go but she couldn't risk distracting him. It didn't help she couldn't pull her gaze away from him. He was alive! She almost laughed with the joy of it, wiping her eyes free of the happy tears.
Anakin parried a series of quick blows, using Tasha's lightsaber, and retaliated with the other, forcing the man back a few feet, a large slash in his robes. Anakin fought with a single-mindedness, a ferocity born of the knowledge that if he didn't kill the man now, he'd continue to endanger his family. He wouldn't let that happen. Sidious responded with a mighty counterattack, his blade ringing repeatedly against the dual blades as Anakin parried each blow. He'd learned his lesson when fighting Dooku and spent many hours training with dual blades. Now, he could fight expertly, not simply well, with the twin lightsabers. He was proud of that fact and used every trick, every ouch of his skill to face off the greatest opponent he'd ever had to face.
Their blades sent sparks of showers down around their legs. Suddenly, Sidious redouble his attack, driving Anakin to his knees with a sharp kick and putting him on the defensive. Unable to get his feet under him, Anakin knew he was in trouble. His lightsaber went flying and he struggled to parry with only one blade, wielding it easily in both hands. He couldn't spare the thought to bring his own blade back to him. The amber blade was suddenly torn from his hands as he roll away from the Chancellor's downwards stroke, leaving him weaponless.
The amber blade sliced in from the side in a sudden strike, ripping through the fabric and skin to the bone beneath. Sidious screamed in rage as his left arm dropped to the ground at his feet.
Tasha stepped in from the side, her lightsaber in hand and a cold smile on her face. She caught his first series of blows on the end of her blade before stepping back. "I won't fight you Master."
Anakin stepped between her and Palpatine, his own lightsaber in hand; Tasha's actions having given him time to call it back to him. The red blade went straight for his heart, their game finished. One handed, Palpatine swung the blade in an intricate series of attacks. Anakin was hard pressed to keep the man at bay, receiving a shallow slash along the ribs for his trouble. He fought not to scream, even as Padmé did the same. She was worried about distracting him. Anakin knew he was fighting for his life. Allowing conscious thought to leave, he submerged himself inside the Force, allowing it to guide him completely.
Tasha's presence disappeared from the area around him, but he couldn't give her more than a glancing look. She'd disappeared again. Anakin was pushed back on his heels for a moment as the would-be Emperor circled him, slashing from every angle, trying to break through his defenses. He allowed nothing to get through, his lightsaber dancing back and forth over the red blade and keeping it at bay.
Palpatine snarled with rage. Skywaker was good, his inner equilibrium a match for his own. He couldn't get through the young man's defenses! He spun away, distancing himself from the strong Jedi. "You can't win, Skywalker."
"Neither can you, Chancellor." Anakin held his blade at the ready. Stalemate.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, all the characters (Except for Tasha) are property of Lucasfilm etc etc.
Hide Your Love Away
Chapter 30
An amber blade sliced down the front of Obi-Wan's chest, singeing his clothing as it caught the red blade aiming for his throat and deflected it. He looked up in shock as Anakin landed in front of him, the back of his shirt and part of his skin cauterized together. Palpatine's eyes widened in shock. "You're supposed to be dead!"
"ANAKIN!!"
"I'm alright Angel." He couldn't even spare the concentration to look at her, but he smiled as he spoke. "Help Obi-Wan."
He heard her footsteps on the floor as she ran towards them. Anakin pointed his blade at Palpatine. "You're dead, your Excellency."
Anakin rushed the Chancellor, his blade flashing brilliantly as he spun in on the other man. A second blade appeared in his other hand, this one blue, as it slashed towards the Sith lord's chest. The red lightsaber was a blur, moving as fast as Anakin's dual blades as they moved in a dance of grace and death. The clashing of blades, the whine of their energy connecting, was almost continuous as Anakin besieged the Chancellor's defenses.
Padmé watched, wide eyed, as her husband turned into a virtual vortex of power. She'd thought him dead, impaled on Tasha's lightsaber. Joy hummed through her veins, her heart skipping a beat as she watched Anakin. He was alive! She wanted to scream, to run to him and never let him go but she couldn't risk distracting him. It didn't help she couldn't pull her gaze away from him. He was alive! She almost laughed with the joy of it, wiping her eyes free of the happy tears.
Anakin parried a series of quick blows, using Tasha's lightsaber, and retaliated with the other, forcing the man back a few feet, a large slash in his robes. Anakin fought with a single-mindedness, a ferocity born of the knowledge that if he didn't kill the man now, he'd continue to endanger his family. He wouldn't let that happen. Sidious responded with a mighty counterattack, his blade ringing repeatedly against the dual blades as Anakin parried each blow. He'd learned his lesson when fighting Dooku and spent many hours training with dual blades. Now, he could fight expertly, not simply well, with the twin lightsabers. He was proud of that fact and used every trick, every ouch of his skill to face off the greatest opponent he'd ever had to face.
Their blades sent sparks of showers down around their legs. Suddenly, Sidious redouble his attack, driving Anakin to his knees with a sharp kick and putting him on the defensive. Unable to get his feet under him, Anakin knew he was in trouble. His lightsaber went flying and he struggled to parry with only one blade, wielding it easily in both hands. He couldn't spare the thought to bring his own blade back to him. The amber blade was suddenly torn from his hands as he roll away from the Chancellor's downwards stroke, leaving him weaponless.
The amber blade sliced in from the side in a sudden strike, ripping through the fabric and skin to the bone beneath. Sidious screamed in rage as his left arm dropped to the ground at his feet.
Tasha stepped in from the side, her lightsaber in hand and a cold smile on her face. She caught his first series of blows on the end of her blade before stepping back. "I won't fight you Master."
Anakin stepped between her and Palpatine, his own lightsaber in hand; Tasha's actions having given him time to call it back to him. The red blade went straight for his heart, their game finished. One handed, Palpatine swung the blade in an intricate series of attacks. Anakin was hard pressed to keep the man at bay, receiving a shallow slash along the ribs for his trouble. He fought not to scream, even as Padmé did the same. She was worried about distracting him. Anakin knew he was fighting for his life. Allowing conscious thought to leave, he submerged himself inside the Force, allowing it to guide him completely.
Tasha's presence disappeared from the area around him, but he couldn't give her more than a glancing look. She'd disappeared again. Anakin was pushed back on his heels for a moment as the would-be Emperor circled him, slashing from every angle, trying to break through his defenses. He allowed nothing to get through, his lightsaber dancing back and forth over the red blade and keeping it at bay.
Palpatine snarled with rage. Skywaker was good, his inner equilibrium a match for his own. He couldn't get through the young man's defenses! He spun away, distancing himself from the strong Jedi. "You can't win, Skywalker."
"Neither can you, Chancellor." Anakin held his blade at the ready. Stalemate.