Anya became aware that she had just gotten in over her head. She also became aware that the cloaked figure standing next to Raezyr was very powerful. How she hadn't felt his presence before, she didn't know.
"What's going on?" she asked confusedly.
"This is a training fight, Anya," Raezyr explained, "Use the Force and defeat them both, but do not kill or maim either of them, or you will incur the wrath of Lord Eiron, our MASTER." Raezyr placed heavy emphasis on the last word, ensuring she understood the consequences.
Without a word, she took advantage of having the drop on the man with the orange blade.
She kicked out with her right foot, catching Tyrrazapon in the back of the knee, and he dropped to the ground. She stepped on the back of his thigh, effectively pinning him to the ground while holding her blade to the back of his head.
Tyrrazapon flicked off his lightsaber, indicating his submission.
She then turned to face Trychon. The look of determination on her face told him that she remembered how their first encounter had ended... and that it wouldn't be repeated so easily.
Trychon moved in, taking the offensive, raining blow after blow down on Anya.
It took everything she had just to get her red lightsaber in position to block the attacks and she back peddled as quickly as she could.
Trychon's blade seemed to be everywhere at once, the two blades crackling and hissing as she barely blocked blow after blow.
Suddenly Trychon reached out with his left hand, grabbed her right wrist and twisted it around her back, yanking her down to her knees at the same time. She let out a slight cry as her wrist was pulled up to the back of her neck.
Trychon leveled his blade just inches from her neck.She looked down at the hilt of her lightsaber on the floor. She hadn't even realized she had dropped it.
"Ungh! I yeild, Trychon," she wimpered.
Trychon let go of her wrist and returned his weapon to his belt as he walked over and stopped before Eiron.
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