"Stay back," Barbagar advised his team. "Be wary. Kirean, Le-Ek, you pursue those other presences. Use your sight. Go."
Barbagar powered up his green, curved-hilt lightsaber, one he'd modified countless times over the years but had, more or less, wielded since his early days as a Knight. Master Ullast Treemba, the Arcona woman, ignited a bright turquoise blade of her own. Tracker, the young human who had spoken up earlier and Keble, a short Chadra-Fan. Tracker and Keble hesitantly ignited their own weapons, blue and yellow, respectively.
"Stay back," Barbagar said again. "Don't give him an excuse."
Eiron grinned and sent his lightsaber hurtling through the heart of a man sprinting for the exit. He called the weapon back before the Jedi could rush him.
"We have no time for patience now," Ullast Treemba said. "We must act! Keble, take the right. Master Barbagar, you and Tracker stay to the left!"
"This is a poor idea," Barbagar said, but he followed Treemba's lead and made an attack on the Sith.
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Eiron's grin widened. He took two steps to the right and spun his blade around his wrist, deflecting Treemba's strike and maneuvering away from any follow-up blow Keble might launch. He batted another blow away and backpedaled. He was good enough to hold them off but not good enough to stand his ground.
Keble jumped into the air to attack him and Eiron took advantage of that, as he had when fighting Bogan's apprentices. He gripped the Chadra-Fan girl with the Force and threw her aside like a rag doll. The girl rolled to her feet, unharmed, shaken, and out of the fight.
Tracker and Barbagar tried to fill the gap, Treemba taking a few steps to the right and allowing them to move in. Eiron back-flipped and sent out a shockwave of Force energy, blocking the way. As the Master-and-Apprentice absorbed the energy of the attack, Treemba intensified her assault.
Eiron blocked two low strokes before countering at the middle and pushing her blade away from his body. In that instant, she left an opening and made the mistake of exposing her weapon arm. Eiron cut it off, ran his blade through her heart and kicked her down.
"Master!" Keble rushed to Treemba's side as Barbagar shouted something unintelligible and rushed Eiron. Instead of standing to fight, the Dark Lord ran. Barbagar was a test for another day. The apprentices were in need of him now.
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