A/N: Please don't kill me! I know it was a long wait and I said that this would be a long chpater, and it is short! Explanation? I decided to make the next chapter the long one, since it will be the last one... at least before the epilogue... so this story is almost done: o So, I am really sorry, but please enjoy anyways and don't forget to review! Thxs bunches!

Chapter 21

Their light sabers clashed at the peak of their strikes. The two opponents glared at each other as their saber lock continued for a few seconds, before Anakin finally pushed him away and sent a hard kick to Larveus' stomach, which sent him to the floor. Within seconds, however, Larveus was back on his feet, his light saber swinging away at Anakin in round, chopped arcs. Slowly Anakin backed up, watching each swing intently before he plunged his saber into the arcs and parried Larveus' blows.

Backing up, Anakin flipped through the air and over Larveus' head, landing on the other side, preparing to plunge his saber into his enemies' throat, but Larveus anticipated his attack, and before Anakin could strike, Larveus' red saber slashed out and nicked Anakin's arm.

Anakin cursed under his breath, but continued onwards in the fight, not giving the minor cut on his right forearm any thought, except for the fact that he was thankful it hadn't been on his other arm; his good arm.

Raising his light saber over his head, Anakin continued his blows towards Larveus' head, but they were to no avail. Larveus was just too strong and too good of a dueler for Anakin to beat him by sheer strength and skill. He would just have to use the one thing that Larveus didn't have: wits.

Anakin ushered all his strength to him for one more blow that would incapacitate his enemy for just a moment. He pushed on in his attacks harder and harder until Anakin finally got him where he wanted and sent a roundhouse kick to Larveus' jaw. Stunned for a moment, Larveus staggered backwards, slowly feeling his jaw, but still watching his foes every move.

Swiftly, Anakin moved from the ground up to a high ledge in the top right hand corner of the room. Once there he steadied himself and waited for his opponent to come and get him. It did not take Larveus long to recover himself and charge at the Jedi, who had determination written on every inch of his face. Just when Larveus was about to land on Anakin's ledge and continue onwards with the fight, Anakin and struck out with his light saber and severed a large overhead pipe, filled with hot gas. The pipe fell from it's place, swinging wildly, and blew a heaping of hot gas into the Sith's face. He screamed out in pain as he shut his eyes tightly, trying to rid himself of the agony. Losing his concentration, Larveus tumbled back down to the ground, while he still scratched helplessly at his face.

Anakin watched as Larveus fell to the ground, wondering if the sith would once again rise to his feet. For a moment Larveus laid in a heap on the ground, unmoving. Just when Anakin thought that he had won the upper hand in this battle, Larveus rose stiffly to his feet, his back to Anakin. Then he turned around slowly and looked directly into Anakin's eyes. Larveus' face was a swelling mess, his skin charred all over the right cheek and red and puffy everywhere else. He looked furious, very furious.

Larveus roared at the top of his lungs as he flipped through the air towards Anakin, who had jumped back onto the ground to join his opponent. Their light sabers struck out at each other multiple times, but each time the other would easily parry the attacks. Since Larveus had gotten so angry, his attacks had become more powerful and came at Anakin even faster than they had before, if it was at all possible.

The Jedi had to use every ounce of strength that he had in order to keep up with the infuriated sith lord. He just hoped that Luke would get here soon enough with a plan to get out of this mess. Sheer strength was not going to win; they needed Luke's brains to get them out.

Luke's star fighter jolted from the last blast shot at him. Around him numerous shots fired out, but he managed to avoid them, except that last one. The inside of the cockpit was now smoking as the panel in front of him beeped in dismay.

Urgently, Luke contacted Artoo on the wing of his ship.

"Artoo?" he said panicked.

The little droid beeped in response.

"Artoo I need you to locate Anakin and Janira."

Artoo whistled.

"No, Artoo," Luke responded. "We are not going to cool the ship. We just need to find them; the ship is not important."

Finally the droid gave in and began searching for Anakin and Janira's signal. But he could only find one: Anakin.

Anakin screamed out in pain as Larveus kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying to the floor and knocking his saber a couple feet away. Desperately, Anakin tried to call it back to him, but he was too tired and weak, and he could feel his concentration and strength waning. He knew that he would not last too much longer.

As he laid on the floor, helpless, he watched as Larveus went over and picked up his light saber, holding it in his other hand. Then he walked over to the Jedi, powering on each saber as he did so.

Then positioning them right over Anakin's neck, crossed over one another, he spoke.

"And now, young Skywalker, I will kill you just like you did me."

Then Anakin prepared himself for the killing blow, but instead felt an enormous weight fall onto him, and when he looked up, what he saw on top of him made his heart stop.

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