Anya watched the last part of the sparring session in horror from the shadows beyond the door to the great hall. Why isn't Raezyr trying to help him? That asshole is just standing there hanging his head.
She snapped on her blade and charged across the room.
Raezyr watched her charging and slapped the face of his helmet with the palm of his hand in disbelief. Stupid girl.
She reached the dueling pair just as Trychon spun a roundhouse blow that could have taken Tyrrazapon's head off, had he not pulled it, and found himself staring down a light saber blade himself.
Tyrrazapon was about to shut off his weapon, acknowledging the draw when he suddenly heard the thrum of another lightsaber at his ear.
"Drop your lightsaber or I'll turn you into a 'half-wit'... literally," he was ordered by the female voice behind him.
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