Trychon and Raezyr exited the holo-theater and looked around for Anya and Tyrrazapon. They spotted them almost immediately across the street, the lightsabers a dead giveaway to their location.
They had backed the Miralukan up against a brick wall, but still seemed hesitant to engage for some reason. They kept feinting and the Jedi kept retreating. For some reason the Jedi had yet to draw a weapon.
"What are they waiting for?" Trychon wondered aloud.
"I have no idea, but he must be fairly powerful if he doesn't need a lightsaber," Raezyr commented.
"I've got an idea," Trychon said as they began walking across the street. "This will take some coordination. We'll all push him at the same time. I'll let Tyr and Anya know, then on the count of three, we all do it as hard as we can."
He spoke to the other two through the Force, then began the countdown when he felt everyone gather the Force.
One.... Two.... Three.... NOW!
The Miralukan suddenly flew backward, hitting the bricks behind him with enough force to punch through the wall. Dust and rubble exploded in the impact.
Anya walked over to the hole that was created and peered through the dust to the pile of bricks inside."If he's not dead, he's certainly wishing he was," she chuckled.
"And THAT'S the way the cookie crumbles," Tyrrazapon said, chuckling at his bad pun. "We should head back and see if the Master needs help with the others."
"Master said to run, though," Anya countered.
"Yes, but I think he would have caught up with us by now," Trychon said.
Suddenly a speeder pulled up next to them. "Are you gonna stand there talking all night, or are you coming with me?" Raezyr said from the driver's seat.
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