Trychon spoke up. "Hang on... I think I can do the 'more peaceful' thing here..."
He turned off his black lightsaber and hooked it on his belt. He paused a second and then grabbed the other hilt. He ignited it and swung the yellow blade around a few times and looked at it. It felt lighter and swifter in his hands, oddly... but also didn't feel quite natural.
"Nope... I still feel like killing..."
Recognition passed over the faces of the padawans as they watched him slice through the air with saber of the Knight Le-Ek. "You're monsters. All of you. Jokes at a time like this?" The young Chadra-Fan asked.
Trychon looked at his cohorts and then at the two young Jedi learners and shrugged.
"A time like this?" Tyrrazapon stepped towards the young human. "You should see him in the afternoon... then he's really insufferable..."
Tracker turned his blade towards the advancing Sith and smiled a bit himself. "I'll show you a time of your life... The end."
Trychon looked at him. "He's funny... can I keep it?" He asked to nobody in particular. "No." Raezyr responded.
The padawans began striking at the Sith, but were clearly mismatched. Their strikes were repeatedly swatted aside easily... even when they tried to jump around a bit and be less predictable.
Eventually, Raezyr pushed the young alien to the ground through the force, and followed up with his blue blade through the heart and into the ground. He looked up and saw an incoming troop carrier. "Again?" He mouthed silently. The three Sith all seemed to hear him though, turning to look at the approaching trouble.
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