Chapter 9:
The figures duelled in the throne room, apprentice vs. former apprentice, master against master. The sparks flew as the four sabres clashed against each other and the lights flashed in the gloom. Two red, two blue, the age old colours steeped in history and traditional weapons of both their orders. Red was always Sith, blue was always Jedi and so the cycle was reborn. It was not often that you saw these kinds of duels between such trained participants, especially since the demise of Emperor Palpatine and Thrawn. This was a rare occasion indeed but nobody save the four Force users were in the room or watching on the view screens. They were truly alone and that was how they liked it.
The masters were at stalemates but no the other two. Over and over they parried as the two masters blocked any movement between them. Red on blue, over and over again. The male would often taunt the female but his training was not complete as hers was. He had not the experience of both sides yet, his training merely Sith. This was an advantage she would not lose to an inferior opponent of the opposite Order. Advantage was everything in this duel, weaknesses could not be allowed to rear up or they would spell doom for the one who was weaker. So, Miennya fought hard to win, to defeat the sith that so doggedly anticipated her moves and blocked them.
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Luke meanwhile was caught in a stalemate with the man that called himself Darth Retar, an unfamiliar name but a worthy opponent none the less. He had blocked any avenue for movement and Luke was tired. His skill was not what it used to be, his youthful vigour fading more and more as time went on. He had much skill at his disposal but time was taking its toll slowly whereas the dark lord was young and fit. More than a match, he mused as he stared at him measuredly.
Miennya saw her opponent glance at his master quickly and took her chance. She spun, knocked the lightsaber harmlessly away and then took a defensive stance. Annoyed now, the Sith came after her and Miennya simply kicked out and connected with the heel of his palm. Swearing, the Sith apprentice let his anger flow and attacked in a frenzy, his blade making mosquito-like humming noises. Miennya simply dodged and weaved, striking a blow every now and again which infuriated her opponent because he lacked control. Coming at her full frontal, the man missed his footing and tripped. Falling down, he fell on his lightsaber and quivered as he died a horrible death.