CHAPTER 5

A/N: this chapter is a bit shorter due to the place I decided to stop it at. There is a good reason for this, but I was unsure as to where else I could stop it without changing the mood too much

"So… I take it you are Grandmaster Skywalker? A pity. I was expecting a more intimidating foe." the Chagrian sighed, smirking menacingly. "Still… this should at least offer some form of entertainment. You may call me… Darth Vladimir. Or just Vlad. It matters not since you are about to die."

Luke didn't answer, he gripped his hilt with both hands and advanced toward Vlad. "Why are you here?" Luke demanded as he swung his green blade at Vlad, before unleashing a shockwave of force power from his body to try to knock the Sith off guard.

Vlad remained unphased but stumbled a bit, which was all Olivia needed to know who would win the fight. She smirked. "YO BLUEBOY!" She taunted. "You are SO DEAD!"

Vlad merely frowned slightly. "Keep your wench in line!" he said menacingly. Olivia turned scarlet. "SAY THAT TO MY FACE! SEE WHAT HAPPENS!" she shouted, but with a look from Luke she decided it was better to shut up and let him concentrate.

Cythe smirked as she turned to see Rukia standing behind her. "Impressive, girl. But I'm afraid no amount of running will save you from me. You don't even know who you are facing, I am not some low rank cannon fodder like these acolytes you seem to have no trouble striking down."

"I am Darth Cythe, so thereby you have already lost. A Sith who claims the title, has given up their old life and devoted him or herself to the Sith way. The darth is not simply a title, it is a challenge for all who would stand against me to bow down...or die." Cythe used the force to choke Rukia, just like Toshiro had been by Ren.

"You… would be wise… not to… take me for a fool." Rukia choked out as the Force took ahold of her. She smiled at the Chiss Sith Apprentice as her vision blurred. Toshiro, knowing what would eventually happen if he let this go on, rushed after Cythe yelling "Cowardice! fighting an opponent with a force she has yet to master is like a cat chasing a amputated mouse!"

Darth Cythe cackled, releasing Rukia before blasting force lightning at Toshiro. Only to have the small green hermit who had previously implied he should wear a dress appear before Toshiro to block the force lightning with his bare hands.

"I had it under con- nevermind." Toshiro said watching the lightning and realizing that he could have very well just died from that shock, his bankai being based off of a form of water. Rukia took a gulp of air before turning her attention to Cythe. "Ataru! Sode No Shirayuki!" She shouted, vaulting herself over to the wall and curving into a spinning blur that adjusted its trajectory towards Cythe. Her blade lit to an icy hue, buzzing with a plasma-like substance mid twirl.

Suddenly the Sith men in the room started falling, several of them bleeding from the armor chinks in their necks as a grey colored mist started darting throughout the room, avoiding the padawans and making it's way towards Lord Vladimir.

"Withdraw and I will allow you and your accomplice to fight another day!" A female voice shouted into the open room from a shadow in the rafters,

Vladimir looked up in no apparent direction and shouted, "What sorcery can cut down 75 men in such a short amount of time!?"

The female laughed in a good natured way and said, "Well I wasn't counting, but bringing that many men must mean you value whatever you came here to receive, and I doubt that includes a swift and painful death! So I will ask again. Withdrawal or suicide?"

Vladimir looked with hate at Luke. "Another time then… Jedi! Cythe, with me, we are leaving."

Cythe stammered and looked at Toshiro and Rukia, who she fully believed were at her mercy. "B-but...master, we can't just leave! We-"

"Do you WANT the cold embrace of death to take us both when we are so close to victory!" Vladimir shouted at his apprentice. "We. Are. LEAVING!" and he walked out of the temple, right before Olivia fired a sniper warning shot at his left horn, causing the tip to crack a bit. His frown deepened and he looked at Skywalker muttering, "Next time your whore dies first."

Cythe turned back to glare at Toshiro and Rukia, before pulling her cloak over her shoulders and following her master.