Sweat dripped from Tyr's nose as he watched the Nautolan Jedi slip away from the fight, and there was nothing he could do about it this time. When the fight had first joined, she had tried to back out and get around him. He could only assume she was wanting to pursue Anya. Tyr had nearly lost a leg when he had leaped into her path, forcing her to engage him.
Quickly it had become apparent that he was far outmatched in this fight. His objective had gone from winning the fight, to buying Anya enough time to get away. Now as his orange blade clashed with the double-bladed lightsaber of the blue Jedi, he could only hope the extra fifteen minutes was enough for Anya to escape. Unless the Spirits of the Ancient Sith Lords intervened, she was on her own now.
He launched himself at the hulking form of the Jedi once again. He tried to read the Chiss to get a hint as to where his weakness may lay, but it was like trying to read a chunk of duracrete. The Jedi was as cool as the other side of the pillow.
Tyr disengaged and stood back, panting. It dawned on him that the Jedi had yet to attack. So far he'd done nothing but defend, yet he wasn't tired. Every one of Tyr's strokes had been easily countered. Several times Tyr had left himself open to a counter attack, a counter attack which, had it been Raezyr he was fighting, would have cost him his life, or at least an excruciating shock from a practice saber. Yet this Jedi had not taken those opportunities.
Early in the fight, Tyr had tried taunting the Jedi, telling the Chiss how he'd enjoy watching him die, telling the Nautolan how he was going to remove her other leg, but the female had ignored him, intent on pursuing Anya, and the male had only responded with, "Will you yield to me?"
Suddenly, the Jedi attacked. Apparently Tyr's break was over. And in that, the Sith thought he saw a strategy. The Jedi was clearly not going to let him get away, so instead of attacking and wearing himself down, Tyr decided to let the blue-skinned alien come to him. He fended off the attack, and dodged sideways, backing away from his opponent.
For a moment the Jedi let him rest, but then came at him again once it was clear Tyr was not going to attack. The blade movements were quick and it took everything he had to parry the strokes and back away again.
He was glad he had gotten the chance to spar with Trychon so that the experience of going up against someone wielding a double-bladed lightsaber was not new. The problem was this guy was a lot more experienced that Trychon was. In fact, he was pretty sure this guy was at least as good with a blade as Raezyr was, if not better. But he had bested Raezyr a time or two.
Another attack brought Tyr out of his thoughts and he barely had time to duck under the attack, parrying as he moved sideways. He expected the Jedi to let him back away again, but it didn't happen. The alien anticipated the sidestep and moved with him.
For the briefest of moments, he thought he saw the Jedi's shoulders slump a bit, and new energy flooded through Tyr. His strategy was beginning to pay off! The big Jedi was quickly wearing down now that he was forced to move the hulking body of his.
Tyr knew he had him now. He continued his game of defend then disengage, and as he did so, his opponent's attacks became sloppier and more sluggish. The Sith warrior continued forcing the Jedi to come after him and watching the big grow weary.
Finally Tyr decided the time was right. He abandoned any defense, and poured every ounce of his reserve energy into one last blazing onslaught. This time the high and mighty Jedi was on the back pedal, trying to disengage as Tyr's orange blade seemed to be everywhere at once.
And there it was. Finally, the opening the Sith had been waiting for. Tyr lunged forward, a triumphant grin on his face as he watched in slow motion as the blade of his lightsaber drove toward the torso of the blue Jedi.
Still in slow motion, the Jedi's blade appeared. Anticipating a death blow, Tyr had given nothing to his own defense and watched helplessly as his enemy's weapon knicked the Sith's own hand, removing the thumb.
The orange-bladed energy weapon tumbled helplessly from his grasp, and shut down immediately as it did so.
A boot landed against Tyr's chest, taking his wind and sending him backward several feet, and things went back into real-time as he slammed into the trunk of a tree. Stars went super-nova inside his head and he shook it against the blackness creeping in and threatening unconsciousness.
The Chiss was in front of him, the business end of his lightsaber pointed at the Sith's face. "Now will you yield to me?" the Knight said calmly.
Tyr noticed the Jedi wasn't even breathing hard, and the realization set in that the Jedi had played him. It had been a ruse to force Tyr to expend his energy reserves. He held tightly to the cauterized spot were his right thumb had once been, ignoring the pain. The hate smoldered in his eyes as he looked up at his enemy. "I'll never yield to you while I'm still alive."
Tyr rolled to the side, trying to get away, but a huge fist caught him in the temple. Once again lights exploded, but this time the darkness swept over him like a tidal wave.
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The Chiss Jedi Knight known as Val clamped the energy binders on the wrists of the crumpled Sith. He hated knocking people out like that. It always seemed so unnecessarily violent, but his only other option would have been to kill the Sith as the human was clearly not going to surrender.
He checked his opponent's wound and then slapped a bacta patch on it to ensure it didn't get infected. He thought about leaving the man here and moving on. Republic commandos could be on the ground inside thirty minutes, but Val thought better of it. Too many things could go wrong if the Sith warrior woke up before they could get him into a holding cell aboard the Unity.
After clipping his opponents lightsaber to his belt, he hoisted the human onto his shoulder, then took off at a trot. The extra weight would slow him down a bit, but not so much that he shouldn't catch up shortly.
He could sense Nal Talla a few kilometers ahead, as well as the growing stress his partner was feeling. Undoubtedly that meant she had caught up to the blonde Sith girl.
Hold on, Nal, Val thought to himself. I'll be there shortly.
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