-------------------
His apprentice joined him and I stepped the battle up in intensity and speed. I fought hard, fast, and decisively with both arms, ignoring the pain and keeping my mind on what I was fighting for. I spun both sides of the blade, defending my little brother in whatever way I could. Johan and his apprentice both struck at the same time and I blocked both blades at the same time, grateful my own weapon had two blades on it.
"Shomari wake up!" I spoke into his mind urgently as I pushed. "I need your help!"
"Huh?" Shomari's mind was alive, so I could speak to it, but he had no conscious thoughts.
"Come on!" my thoughts were urgent.
I pushed as hard as I could throwing the two backwards with the help of the Force, and I looked at the two Sith trying to think of when it's ever been documented seeing both fight alongside each other. Usually the Sith sent their apprentice to do their work for them, but here I stood, about to have to face both of them along side my brother who was slowly waking up by my mental urgings. The battle restarted with a ferocity I never knew I was capable of maintaining for any period of time. Johan leapt at me first, I slammed a wave of Force into his stomach and spun past his apprentice's initial blow.
"Terry watch out!" I heard Johan warn his padawan.
Terry was lifted into the air then his body soared over my head and slammed into a wall. I watched the Sith stagger to his feet, and reignite his light saber ready to exact his revenge. I felt the fourth power in the room grow and Deuce ignited his own light sabers in response. I looked at his injuries and felt that he was doing, if possible, worse than I. His head was tilted towards the left slightly, which seemed to point out the blood that caked the right side of his face. It was to the point that he had his right eye closed tightly, so that the blood didn't roll down his face into it. I gripped the middle of my light saber's handle tightly, and grit my teeth against the pain that ensued from my punctured shoulder. Terry leapt in an attempt to pass by me and get to Shomari, who stood stock still, while the Sith hurtled towards him, light saber leading the charge. When Terry was several inches away from him, he knocked the light saber away from his pupils with his own light saber. The second one rose to puncture Terry's exposed stomach, and barely missed when Terry spun away on pure reflex. I moved in towards Johan in an extremely controlled manner, making sure not to be caught by his constant, and dangerous, feints. I blocked the overhead shot, and let the bottom of my own double saber rise up to split Johan from the pelvis to his head. He backflipped in place, deftly dodging the strike. I was unvexed, and continued my movements, trying to pick apart his seemingly impenetrable defenses. I sidestepped to the left about half a foot so that I held my light saber in my right hand on my right side. I twisted my wrist causing the light saber to spin ever more persistently, making Johan flip again, and again, until he reached a corner and I switched movement patterns in a split second, to throw him off of his guard. I flipped forwards, switching the direction of my light saber's rotation. My timing was beautiful; just as Johan began his backflip, my light saber suddenly decided to spin against his backflipping dodge. The sith lord's feet planted against the two walls that met to form the corner, and pushed off, thinking he had avoided my blow again. But his own attack was cut short, very literally, when my light saber sunk into his left arm. Johan's light saber clattered to the ground, still clutched in his, now, useless limb, and deactivated. Terry's screams of anguish and rage filled the steel dome, and echoed around the darkened room. I didn't even take a second to register the groans of pain from Johan, or the face that a simple picking up of a light saber could have asserted my victory in a sufficiently effective manner; no, I couldn't allow him to live. Johan, like Popsomuo, was too dangerous for me to allow to continue walking. There wasn't a prison that I could think of that would hold him forever, so my judgement was to make Johan one with the Force. A quick rotation, and small in-place leap, later, Johan's head was rolling across the floor, with blood spouting from both pieces of his corpse. I turned slowly, shaking slightly as I realized what I had done, and faced the anguished Terry. The apprentice suddenly took off towards me, light saber extended, and his face contorted with rage. I sensed Shomari about to strike Terry, and pushed Shomari a few feet backwards with a wave of my hand.
"Let him come," my voice was uncharacteristically challenging. "An apprentice without a master is a bat without ears."
Terry swung a wide swipe at my head and i bent my knees slightly, and declined my head causing the blow to miss easily. I rose back up at my reckless, and weaker, opponent with a left handed uppercut; saving the light saber in my right hand for another time. He fell backwards shocked I had just takin my hand off of my light saber to punch him, rather than end his life.
"You won't get off that easily," I explained simply.
I knew he wanted to die, so as not to have to deal with the strife of his situation, but I was going to force a real fight out of him. Cracking my neck, with 2 quick twists, I watched him rise to his feet again. I spun into an attack as soon as he got to his feet. I sliced low, then high, then high again, then towards his mid section. Terry was quick: he hopped, ducked, deflected, and blocked all of my attacks. It seemed that he took my uppercut as a personal insult, and was more fueled to victory, than by my slaughter of his master. But he was no match for me still, no matter how driven he was, it took a few powerful strikes and convincing feints for me to have the apprentice on his back again, the red side of my light saber pointed at his throat. I retracted the blue side of my light saber, and waved my free hand at Terry. His body was flung helplessly into a nearby wall. As he bounced off of it, I took the opportunity to flip right below him, and drive my glowing blade into his back and out of his chest; quickly sidestepping the weight of his body and letting him crash into the ground dead. I deactivated my light saber completely, panting heavily as I took in my brutal vicotry, my injuries, and as fatigue caught up with my body. I dropped to the ground, unable to stand any longer as the Force stopped supporting my adrenaline flow, and darkness crowded my vision. I saw the form of a beautiful woman approaching me, then I lost conciousness completely.