Obi-Wan blocked the bombardment of blaster blots that slammed into his defenses, his azure lightsaber moving in an bright blur. Anakin was on his right side, likewise deflecting blaster bolts that were aimed at their companions. The young knight even sliced droids apart when they got too close, only for the droid to be replaced by another. Ahsoka stood with the clones, deflecting bolts that made their way through Obi-Wan and Anakin's defenses, the clones taking the droids down from a distance.
Obi-Wan's eyes were still glowing silver, the pitch black darkness of the night triggering his Selencian instincts. They were a powerful combination when paired with the glow of his lightsaber, both casting an eerie blue light onto the battlefield. His enhanced sight and force sensitivity meant every bolt he deflected hit its target, droids falling like dominoes under the impenetrable defense his graceful and swift movements made.
For a while they held them off, but the droids kept coming, a never-ending stream, and Obi-Wan realized that if his brother didn't arrive soon, it wouldn't be just the droids that fell.
"How far away are we, Dexter?" Giac asked his commander, a tall middle-aged man with thick, black hair. The commander was clad in Selencian armor, all sea blue and silver, with blasters strapped to his waist and a long, silver broadsword was fastened onto his back. Giac was dressed in much the same way but he carried no blasters, all his armor concealed under a dark blue silk cloak. The commander could only just make out his King's face from underneath the hood, his dark hair long but cut neatly just like Obi-Wan's. They were both standing in the cargo hold of the ship, other soldiers around them ready to fight.
"Not far Giac, I believe we're entering the atmosphere." As if the to prove his point, the ship gave a sudden lurch, many men and women nearly loosing their balance. Giac, however, barely moved, instead choosing to grip the bar he was holding even tighter.
"Tell the pilot to step on it. I have a bad feeling." Giac ordered, a slim, feminine figure coming to stand beside him.
"You always have a bad feeling." She commented, dirty blonde curls loosely tied up. Like the others, she was clad in armor, knives and blasters holstered on her waist. Giac wouldn't be surprised if she had knives hidden in her boots either. His sister-in-law had never been someone to mess with - he'd learnt that the hard way when he had first met Risa.
"Something is definitely wrong this time. We need to get there fast." Giac eyed his sister-in-law wearily, as if she would pounce on him like he was a meal. That wasn't impossible, either. Tessa was like a cat, graceful and agile but also utterly terrifying at the same time. Sometimes he wondered how he had survived his wedding with her lurking in the shadows.
What was even worse was that Obi-Wan found it hilarious.
"Do you have a plan?" Tessa asked, steadying herself against the wall.
"Strike 2 formation: I'll distract the separatists while you get them out of there." Giac answered immediately, showing he had already thought of a plan long ago.
"How do you know the separatists will have found them?" Tessa raised an eyebrow at him, surprised at Giac's confident tone.
"Tessa, this is Obi we're talking about. He attracts as much trouble as Skywalker does. We just have to hope he hasn't got injured again." Giac reasoned, ignoring the look Tessa sent him. After all, he was just as bad at attracting trouble as Obi-Wan was.
It was not going well. Destroyer droids rolled in, their shields protecting them. B2 super battle droids followed them along with the smaller, less effective B1 models, which were easily cut down by Anakin and Ahsoka. Obi-Wan hung back though, choosing to stay on the defense rather than offence. His leg was still healing, still weak making him slower than usual and he was exhausted anyway, making matters even worse.
He didn't back down though. He powered on, and gaining new determination he ran into the tumult, chopping droids down one by one. He blocked blaster shots, ducked and dodged, all the while keeping an eye on Anakin and Ahsoka. They were far off, taking down their own fair amount of droids and Obi-Wan guessed, keeping score. Obi-Wan had no idea how they both managed to turn it into a game, let alone how they could multi task so easily.
Obi-Wan didn't have much time to dwell on that though because he soon spotted Grievous enter the fray, in all his terrifying glory.
"Kenobi." The Separatist General growled, igniting two blue and green lightsabers.
"General Grievous. Weren't you taller the last time I saw you?" Grievous snarled in response to Obi-Wan's wit, swinging the two lightsabers down onto Obi-Wan who blocked the attack, his own bright blue lightsaber flashing in the darkness.
"And you Kenobi, are weak, weaker than usual." Grievous applied more force to his attack, battering Obi-Wan down to one knee, making sweat drip from his brow. However, Obi-Wan jumped back up, using the momentum to push Grievous off him. His leg screamed at him and all his muscles ached with exhaustion, but he ignored it.
"I-Is t-that all you've got?" Obi-Wan panted, staggering to a defensive position. If he had been in a better mindset, he probably wouldn't have tried to enrage Grievous but as it was, he couldn't care less. He was tired, miserable and downright annoyed. Although it was very un-Jedi like, right now all wanted to do was hit something, preferably Grievous.
Unfortunately for Obi-Wan, Grievous seemed to have a similar idea. Once again he swung his lightsabers at the Jedi master, and once again they locked blades. The fighting was still happening around them, but the for the two locked in fierce combat, they were oblivious to it all. Obi-Wan blocked and parried, dodging Grievous' lightsabers again and again but he was slowing down. All of a sudden, Grevious' third arm unlocked and grabbed Obi-Wan's wrist, squeezing it in an iron grip. Letting out cry of pain, Obi-Wan dropped his lightsaber just as Grievous had wanted. Taking advantage, Grievous kicked him in the chest with enough force to break bones, sending Obi-Wan flying, his body hitting the ground hard. Obi-Wan tried to lift himself up but his body was against him. He was vaguely aware that Grievous was walking up to him, his throbbing wrist and screaming chest over riding his thoughts. Pain. He was in a lot of pain.
Grievous showed no mercy, kicking Obi-Wan in the side when he saw him try to get back up. The Jedi master had been a thorn in his side for far too long, Grevious' hatred for him boiling up to a loud crescendo. Now he had the chance to finish him, he wasn't going to let Obi-Wan go easily.
"You are weak and pathetic Kenobi, like all the Jedi." Grievous kicked Obi-Wan onto his back, picking him up by the throat and lifting him off the ground. Obi-Wan struggled under his grasp, trying desperately to loosen the metallic hold. His vision was beginning to swim, though he could of sworn he heard Anakin calling his name far away.
"I will take pleasure in seeing you die."
"Sire, General Grievous seems to have attacked the survivors. He is currently winning in a fight against Prince Obi-Wan." A Selencian fighter pilot informed Giac over the com link.
"Then take out Grievous Guardian One! Do not hit Obi-Wan understand!" Giac yelled into his com, secured onto his forearm.
"Copy that sire. Target General Grievous Guardian Two." The pilot relayed to his fellow comrade, who was flying the fighter that flew through the night sky next to him.
"Copy that Guardian One." The two Selencian fighters sped through the air, their sleek, silver and blue design able to reach super sonic speeds. Both fighters targeted Grievous, their targeting systems locking onto his form. White blaster shots leapt out of their guns as they got nearer, hitting the ground near Grievous. The separatist general dropped Obi-Wan, the Jedi falling to the ground and landing on his shoulder. He let out a cry of pain, his broken ribs sending jars through his body, coughing and spluttering afterwards as he regained some much needed oxygen. Grievous, on the other hand, crossed his arms in front of him, shielding himself from the blasts. The fighters flew over him, the sound of their engines roaring in everyone's ears. Spinning up in the sky, the fighters doubled back and soared over the battle, Grievous watching their every move. It was then that Grievous noticed the Selencian ship carrying Giac and the other soldiers was not far away.
"Sire, Grievous still stands. He has released Prince Obi-Wan, but the prince appears to be injured." The pilot relayed back to his king through the com.
"Do not engage Grievous again Guardian One. Target the droids instead. I'll deal with the General." Giac ordered.
"Copy that, sire." The fighters broke off, following their orders.
"Get this door open and activate your helmets!" Giac barked inside the ship, one soldier pulling the lever to open the cargo hold door. Everyone else activated their helmets including Tessa, who pressed a button on a sliver collar she was wearing, it instantly unfolding and transforming into a helmet similar to the mandalorian design with the T-shaped visor, but it was silver and blue instead of the darker, more dull colors the mandalorians used. It also resembled the helmet of a knight more, it's design more pointed or curved in areas, Selencian runes carved into the edges. Giac didn't wear a helmet, only his armor underneath his cloak. Giac and Tessa shared a look, Tessa nodding her head to show she knew what to do, as well as a sign of respect. Giac returned to gesture before walking onto the opening door.
He saw Grievous first, his younger brother on floor in front of him. Giac couldn't tell how injured he was from the height, but he could sense his brother's pain. It sent a sudden wave of anger through his body, a dangerous emotion that he fought aggressively to reign in. His eyes locked with Grievous, the duo acknowledging each other as an opponent. Giac's jaw clenched underneath his hood, eyes narrowing as they locked onto Grievous.
Giac ran and then leapt off the platform, using the force to send him flying high in the air. He landed in a crouch in front of Obi-Wan with great force, before standing up to his full height, head held high. Giac shrugged the cloak off his shoulders just as Tessa and the other soldiers either jumped or fell to the ground on wires, the ship landing with them. Tessa herself instantly began to run towards the stand off, using a blaster to take out any droids in her path, as well as using deadly sharp blades that seemed to have no trouble with tearing through the droids. Runes seemed to glow silver where they were engraved on the blades, adding another flash of light to the destructive chaos.
"You can not defeat me. I am a Jedi Killer." Grievous growled, his voice low. Many would be intimidated by the cyborg, especially with the reputation he had acquired for himself. However, Giac has seen more terrifying things than General Grievous.
"I'm no Jedi." Giac's two lightsabers jumped into his hands, the objects activating immediately, the blades themselves not the normal blue, green or even red, but instead a shining pure white. He moved into a fighting stance, his lightsabers raised behind him, stretching his arm out in front of him that mimicked Obi-Wan's signature pose. Grievous quickly hid his shock before igniting his own lightsabers – all four of them.
"Get him out of here, Tessa." Giac called over his shoulder, the women in question now at Obi-Wan's side.
"Already on it." She yelled back, hauling Obi-Wan's arm onto her shoulder, hoisting him up. Obi-Wan himself was holding his side, grimacing with each move he made. "You just had to get injured again didn't you, Obi?" Tessa muttered and even through all the pain, Obi-Wan managed a small smile.
"Nice to see you too Tess." He croaked, wincing again as they slowly made their way to the ship, other soldiers covering them with blaster fire. Tessa smiled underneath her helmet.
Giac ignored them, concentrating his attention on Grievous. He subconsciously gripped his white lightsabers tighter, ready for a fight. And then Grievous pounced.