Chapter 28
Revan's blade was a solid arc made of light, creating a wall of black as it flew through the air, probing, attacking, defending, striking. Their duel was a Master's duel, and Revan soon came to realize that Yoda was at least on par with Malak. She increased the speed of her attacks, still futilely as Yoda continued to block every strike. She channeled her frustration into anger and her anger into power, muttering "You're good, old man. Almost as good as Vandar."
Yoda blinked at the mention of that famous Jedi Master, who was lost without explanation almost four thousand years ago. That tiny lapse in his defenses was enough for her to get one end of her lightsaber under the hilt of his and force it out of his grasp. She then channeled her fury into Force Lightning, guiding it through her hands and into his body.
Or where his body had been, a moment ago. For now he was behind her, and retrieving his lightsaber. They met and fought for several minutes, until they were both lathered with sweat and panting for breath. During one short break, when they had both withdrawn to gasp for air and plan their next moves, Revan began to scan her surroundings. A desk, a chair, several seats… Nothing she could use until… She looked at the ceiling, and there! A beam hanging loose. Hiding her movements with relighting her saber, she Force Pulled it until it was almost loose, then Pulled Master Yoda under it and let it fall. She had the element of surprise, but Yoda was fast. The beam only pinned his legs, but that was enough. She leaped over it, and knelt by his head.
"Time to die, old man." She drove her lightsaber through his head, narrowly missing as he rolled away. She roared as the small Master threw her in stasis, leaving the room. Growling, she broke the stasis. Too late. He was gone. Even as she did so, she felt ripples through the Force. Sadow was killing the Separatist Leaders. She smirked, then quickly left to board a shuttle bound for Mustafar.