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A brilliant blade flashes, never resting.
Every blow dealt a fatal one.
The wielder, certain he can't hold much longer, opens up to the fast current that is the Force to refresh himself. With the knowledge that he has only moments left and deciding to make the best of them, the Jedi leaps into a Force-assisted back flip and lands meters away.
*Need some time to prepare this without amphistaffs at my throat* he thinks grimly as he identifies the Jedi imposter as Nom Anor. Carrying what looked to be enough voxyn tissue to clone a million.
Jaw set with Solo determination, he glances back at the pit wall to find that his brother and sister have not left him to embrace his fate.
*Go* he orders through the Force. His mental voice firm with the seriousness of his command. *I can't hold*
The warriors reach him and he jumps into a series of cartwheels to get away.
He reaches out to his siblings to re-assure them that this is the right thing to do even if it's not the easiest for them to accept. For a split moment their eyes meet. Their frightened brown to his determined and resigned blue. As his brother tries to pull his sister away he tries to ignore the dull ache that is threatening to consume him. No, not his old wound, that no longer troubles him, but the ache of never seeing his family again. The ache his family will feel when he's gone. Like he knew after Serpindal, after Chewbacca.
But his decision is final. Content with the knowledge that his death will prevent others from his fate he raises his last detonator.
*Thirty seconds*
He releases the trigger.
*Take her Jacen. Kiss Tahiri for me.*
That is his one regret. That he is leaving behind his best friend and true love behind. He throws the detonator, unconsciously using the Force to make it hit the intruder.
Block. Parry. Attack. Counter attack.
This pattern continues until the Jedi takes an amphistaff to the gut and goes down hard, releasing his lightsaber in the process.
He flashes upon an image of two men. The first, a serious looking dark- skinned man and the other, a light- haired man with eyes that have seen too much slaughter and bloodshed. Both wearing plain Jedi robes. As this image is brought to his subconscious, Anakin disappears.
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A brilliant blade flashes, never resting.
Every blow dealt a fatal one.
The wielder, certain he can't hold much longer, opens up to the fast current that is the Force to refresh himself. With the knowledge that he has only moments left and deciding to make the best of them, the Jedi leaps into a Force-assisted back flip and lands meters away.
*Need some time to prepare this without amphistaffs at my throat* he thinks grimly as he identifies the Jedi imposter as Nom Anor. Carrying what looked to be enough voxyn tissue to clone a million.
Jaw set with Solo determination, he glances back at the pit wall to find that his brother and sister have not left him to embrace his fate.
*Go* he orders through the Force. His mental voice firm with the seriousness of his command. *I can't hold*
The warriors reach him and he jumps into a series of cartwheels to get away.
He reaches out to his siblings to re-assure them that this is the right thing to do even if it's not the easiest for them to accept. For a split moment their eyes meet. Their frightened brown to his determined and resigned blue. As his brother tries to pull his sister away he tries to ignore the dull ache that is threatening to consume him. No, not his old wound, that no longer troubles him, but the ache of never seeing his family again. The ache his family will feel when he's gone. Like he knew after Serpindal, after Chewbacca.
But his decision is final. Content with the knowledge that his death will prevent others from his fate he raises his last detonator.
*Thirty seconds*
He releases the trigger.
*Take her Jacen. Kiss Tahiri for me.*
That is his one regret. That he is leaving behind his best friend and true love behind. He throws the detonator, unconsciously using the Force to make it hit the intruder.
Block. Parry. Attack. Counter attack.
This pattern continues until the Jedi takes an amphistaff to the gut and goes down hard, releasing his lightsaber in the process.
He flashes upon an image of two men. The first, a serious looking dark- skinned man and the other, a light- haired man with eyes that have seen too much slaughter and bloodshed. Both wearing plain Jedi robes. As this image is brought to his subconscious, Anakin disappears.