Vain swung wide, powerful haymakers with his lightsaber. They might have been dangerous had any of the blows connected, but as it was, Raezyr easily deflected the attacks with his short blade and countered with light strikes, that barely grazed the places where Vain's armor failed to cover him.
Each wound elicited a scream of rage from the kid, and another fury of clumsy attacks. Trychon could tell Raezyr had an expression of glee on his face even though it was hidden behind a helm and despite his own frustration, he couldn't help feeling that maybe, somewhere deep down, a useful and productive Sith lurked inside this kids body.
Realizing Raezyr was beginning to grow tired of playing with Vain, and the deathblow would be forth coming, Trychon stepped in, landing a flesh wound of his own, just enough to draw Vain's attention.
Vain charged, swinging away once again as Trychon deftly defended the attacks, backing up as he did. "Please Vain. All we want is to guide you. All you have to do is listen."
"I'm listening, but you aren't helping me, and now you're attacking me. You should be better teachers if you want me to learn anything from you," Vain snarled.
"Seriously? Did you just tell us how we should be doing this?" Trychon asked incredulously.
"That's it," Raezyr said. "That was the straw that broke the bantha's back."
Raezyr reached out with his right hand and shoved the kid through Force, sending Vain tumbling head over heels passed Trychon and into the wall. The collision was hard enough to jar several bits of stone and rubble from the wall, and it fell to the ground around Vain as he struggled to get up.
A low roar sounded from the kid as Raezyr drew abreast of his older brother. Vain looked to be alright as his armor took the brunt of the damage from the collision, and his eyes welled with tears of rage as he looked at the to Sith brothers.
Trychon and Raezyr took up their fighting stances, waiting for the inevitable reaction from the kid. They didn't need to speak to know this would be Vain's final charge, and when he did, they'd slice him to ribbons.
Vain stood up, tears streaking down his anger twisted face, his roar getting louder with every breath. The kid gripped his light saber with both hands, and sprang forward with all the power he could muster.
Or would have, if he had been more aware of his surroundings. His first step was onto some pebbles he had knocked loose when he hit the wall, and they rolled underneath his step, causing Vain to fall to the ground once again.
Trychon and Raezyr watched as the kid's skull hit hard on the stone floor with a sickening thud. The hallway became silent except for the sound of their breathing and the hum of their lightsabers.
"I don't sense anything from him," Raezyr said, wondering why their inept and unskilled opponent wasn't moving.
"Neither do I," Trychon agreed, moving forward and crouching near the kid's body.
In the dim light from his energy blade, he could see blood beginning to pool beneath Vain's head, and he reached out with the Force, searching in vain for any sign of a pulse. He rolled the kid's head to the side just enough to see a small rock impaled in the would-be Sith's temple.
"He's dead, Raez," Trychon said.
"Seriously?" Raezyr asked in astonishment and disbelief.
"Seriously."
Raezyr clicked his blades off and stood there in the dark. "Well that was pretty anticlimactic."
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