Tyrrazapon and Anya flanked the "blind" Jedi and circled. He still hadn't drawn his lightsaber, which put both of them even more on edge.
"If its all the same to you two, I really don't feel like fighting. There's been enough death here already, don't you think? We can always simply wait here until our masters are through with their duel and catch up to us. Then either your Master kills me, or my Master captures you. Its not like our fighting will make any difference in either outcome," the Miralukan said.
Anya laughed. "Oh, there's no doubt as the the outcome of that duel, so why should we wait and let our Master kill you, when we can so easily do it ourselves. Besides, I've already killed one Jedi today, so why stop there?" She laughed when she spoke of killing Nylan, almost as if she were recalling a funny joke she had heard.
Anya, start herding him toward that alley so he has less chance of escape. It sounds crazy, but I think he may be unarmed, came Tyrrazapon's voice to her mind.
Tyrrazapon spoke out loud, "Come. Let's find out what the Miralukan look like on the inside, shall we?" He lunged forward as he finished his taunt, aiming his strike so that to retreat, the Jedi had to move closer to the alley.
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