They were still moving at a good clip when the engine died for good.
"Get ready to bail!" Tyrrazapon yelled as he aimed the speeder at a busy store front. The four of them lept from the vehicle and used the Force to land nimbly on their feet as speeder crashed into the front window and burst into flames.
The two Jedi shut down the swoop bike they had commandeered and lept from it as it stopped a hundred meters or so from the four Sith and the carnage at store. They watched as the fiends approached them, killing and maiming innocent civillians who made the mistake of getting to close.
"All right, let's split up... fight them 2 on one. We'll fare better if they can't cover each other. Anya, Tyr, draw the Miralukan. Trych, you're with me on lizard boy. Whomever dispatches theirs first comes to help the other two," Raezyr said, slicing the hamstring of a Gran who was scrambling to get out of his way.
Raezyr and Trychon moved to the Nikto's side of the street, while Anya and Tyrrazapon moved the other way, circling around the man with what appeared to be eye bandages.
"How come they get the blind guy?" Trychon asked Raezyr under his breath as they steadily closed the gap toward the Jedi.
"He's not blind. He's Miralukan. I don't exactly know how they do it, but he can probably see better than we can. Don't let the band over his eyes fool you," Raezyr returned, recalling an incident years ago on Arkania.
Trychon didn't comment on it further but instead said, "When we get over on that side, I'll slip into that holo theater and stir up some fun. When that thing starts coming toward us, follow me in."
"Gotcha. I'm sensing that Tyr and Anya are going to try something similar over there," Raezyr answered.
Raezyr moved more directly toward the Nikto Jedi as Trychon slipped into the theater. He could hear the screaming begin inside as he made a feint towared the Jedi.
"You're all monsters. Why are you doing this?" The Jedi spoke, easily deflecting Raezyr's feint.
"Why not?" Raezyr said as he chuckled. He continued to feint and back up, testing his opponent and drawing him toward the theater at the same time. "You Jedi like to think that everything happens by the will of the Force. Maybe it's just those people's time to die. Now you have something in common with all this rabble you Jedi look down on."
"What do you mean?" Auklar said, although he already knew the answer.
"It's your time to die, as well." Raezyr gave a sudden quick flurry of attacks then turned and ran into the theater.
People were screaming and trying to exit the theater, but Raezyr easily cut down those in his way as he moved through the lobby and into theater.
Le-Ek Auklar hesitated. I shouldn't leave Kiren, but these Sith have to be stopped, and right now, he thought and ran in to the building after the armored murderer.
He ran through the carnage in the lobby and entered the theater. The armored villian stood 20 meters away in the aisle, red and blue sabers ignited and held low at his sides.
"Let's do this lizard face," Raezyr said.
Auklar covered the distance quickly twirling his yellow blade and striking in a fury of blows, driving the Sith backward under his savage attack. He placed all his focus into the careful placement of his blows, trying to compensate for his lack of accuracy with his prosthetic arm.
Trychon waited for the right moment and dropped the 15 meters from the balcony, using the Force to land quietly. He took careful aim then swung his black blade at the Nikto's upraised saber arm, attempting to remove it.
Sparks and smoke flew from the arm as the blade struck, but didn't pass through though the saber hilt went flying out of his hand.
The cortosis in the arm prevented the amputation, but Auklar could no longer feel nor grip the hilt. He threw himself sideways in the direction that the hilt had gone just has Raezyr's red saber passed through the spot where his head was just a moment ago. He scooped up his weapon in his off hand as he rolled to his feet.
The two Sith circled around, flanking him again as he re-ignited his light saber.
He only hoped the Padawan was faring better than he was.
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