Kordav streaked after the running Kyle. He paid almost no heed to the obstacles the Jedi Master put in front of him, using the force to brush them aside without a thought. He had practiced with the Force more than Sar'ri, who worked on mastering two sabers at once. Only once was he caught off guard when he ran into a solid wall of Force lightning. He knew not protection skills, so he searched for Kyle with the Force and deftly launched his saber at him. A single bolt of lightning blasted it aside. Kordav thought hard. He gathered all the Force he could, making a barrier that surrounded him with a green light. He charged into the lightning, calling his saber to him and leaping towards the surprised Jedi Master. Kyle rolled off the back of the wall he was kneeling on, and Kordav followed, amazed that he could still use the Force after that shield.
He found his way, now picking his way along the same course Sar'ri had used not five minutes ago. He was met by two saber-wielding droids. Kordav activated his saber and charged with abandon. He met the first saber, only to spin his own in a dizzying loop to block the other. This went on, Kordav always on the defensive, his black saber a whirl of humming power. He launched a desperate tactic at the last moment before his defenses collapsed under the relentless attacks of the droids. He connected with a saber, letting drive his down and used the pressure as balance for the flailing kick that caught the second droid in the chest, sending it reeling back. He reversed the pressure on his saber as his foot hit the ground, pushing the droid's saber in an arc to the ground. He then slammed the hilt of his saber into the side of its head, collapsing one of the droid's optical sensors. He then reversed direction, deftly beheading the droid and moving fluidly to change the slash into a lunging stab that drove through the second droid's torso, shutting it down. He continued on to the room with the platform, making sure Kyle wasn't waiting to skewer him the second he got up there before he jumped.
He squared off against the Jedi Master. Kyle Katarn was famed for his saber skill. He waited, and when Kyle dropped into a roll, jumped over the attacking Master, spinning to face the already responding saber. Left, right, right, right, left, center, up swept Kyle's saber at dizzying speeds. Kordav, with his saber's superior agility, managed to hold back his furious opponent. Kordav went on the offensive with a series of swirling, feigning attacks. His saber wove left and right, pumped up and down, and drove even the powerful Kyle back. Kyle hardly thought, using pure instinct and his strong Force connection to hold off who he thought to be the best saber wielder in the academy, with exception to Luke and Kelden.
Kyle blocked more easily as he got used to the young human's style, even got a few counters through the boy's attacks, which were immediately batted aside. As Kordav's momentum waned, Kyle pushed back, bring them to a saber lock stalemate at the center of the raised arena. Both of them knew whoever won that lock, won the fight. Kyle pushed Kordav back with his strength and weight, but, bent over, Kyle was vulnerable. Kordav rolled from one knee onto his back, and, using Force speed to keep Kyle's saber away from him long enough, kicked out with both legs, blasting Kyle back and away. He followed and put his black saber at the stunned Master's throat.
"Yeild." He commanded.
"Hell yes." Kyle responded.
At lunch, a fight broke out. The two best students in the academy faced off, sabers drawn, intense stares locking. Nobody dared stepped in, fearing the two powerful padawans. Kelden looked meaningfully at his students. They looked at each other, sighed and got up, walking over to the two. They paid Kelden's students no heed. A mistake, as it turned out, for as they came together, Sar'ri and Kordav stepped in. Sabers locked, but not on the ones the fighting student's intended. They backed up from these relatively unknown interlopers.
"Back off," the one facing Kordav growled.
"This isn't your fight," the other put in.
"Oh," Kordav said, "but it is. None of us eat until everyone sits down, so you two are standing between me and my food."
"And trust me," Sar'ri quipped, "I've seen the boy eat. That's not a good place to be." The students regarded their new opponents, ready to teach these two who was boss. The one facing Kordav lunged, aiming, ironically enough, for Kordav's stomach. He knew his saber couldn't kill Kordav on its low setting, but that hardly mattered. Kordav spun, dropped his own saber, grabbed the hilt of his opponents, and Force shoved the student back, relieving him of his saber and retrieving his own. Sar'ri merely Force pushed her opponent into the wall, holding him there. Both of them lifted the students back to their chairs, Kordav returned his enemy's saber, and both returned to their chairs.
Awed and humbled, the Academy's residents started to eat.