Trychon managed to make it out of the building just as the structure gave way seconds later, despite having to haul his brother.
Raezyr had managed to roll out of the way of the pillar and instant before it crashed to the ground, but Rodas had not been quick enough to avoid being trapped under it. The ceiling was very quick to follow, so the older Sith didn't even bother to look at the shouting alien on their way out.
He looked around now that he had time and saw that the entire building was now complete rubble, collapsed on the 'real Sith' and not moving. He then noticed aliens still lined up in the street, just standing and staring at them.
He laid his younger brother down, who was currently grumbling about how he was fine and didn't need or appreciate the help. It took some insisting, but Trychon was able to get his sibling to hold still long enough for a quick inspection.
There was no real structural damage that he could feel by touching it. Raezyr didn't flinch or say a word when Trychon squeezed it, but the reaction was plain through their Force bond. The shoulder was likely fractured, but not a complete break. Painful, but manageable.
"Yep." Trychon nodded with a wink. "That's going to have to come off."
He stood up and ignited his weapon with a sharp snap-hiss.
Behind him, the sound was echoed by another snap-hiss. He spun around to see Rodas standing there holding an ancient looking lightsaber emitting a bright crimson blade.
"You try my patience, imbeciles," the red-skinned being said. His face was twisted in anger and he had a bloody gash across his forehead.
Trychon chose to respond with action rather than words and sprang to the attack. His hope was that the old alien would be at a disadvantage from attempting to wield a weapon he was unfamiliar with. He briefly wondered where the old Sith had acquired it and his thoughts flashed back to the body in the cave.
He focused on the present, and soon his previous hopes were dashed. Not only was Rodas not at a disadvantage, he was actually quite good with at lightsaber combat, better even than Raezyr. They exchanged a flurry of blows when an unnoticed kick connected with Trychon's jaw, launching him backwards several meters as stars exploded inside his head.
By that time, Raezyr had rolled to his feet and ignited his remaining lightsaber. He held it with both hands and stood his ground as the ancient alien approached. Gone was his hunched and frail appearance from when they had first met him. Now all Raezyr saw was a powerful Dark Sider and ferocious warrior. He flooded his body with the Force to block the pain in his shoulder.
The blades crashed and hummed as the melee ensued, Rodas driving the young Sith backward. He tried the same kick with which he had struck Trychon but Raezyr ducked and sidestepped. Rodas gave a Force push which sent the big Sith sailing into the pile of rubble which had been the alien's home. As he landed, Raezyr felt and heard his ribs crack.
Trychon struggled to his feet and re-ignited his weapon; standing wobbly on his feet. He made a clumsy slash at the alien, but despite drawing heavily on the Force it was really hard for him to focus. Rodas swatted aside the attack and punched the elder brother in the face, sending him staggering backward with the sheer power.
The alien quickly closed the gap and kicked him the stomach. Through the fog in his mind he wondered why Rodas hadn't cut him down instead. Seemingly from a great distance, he realized the alien was smiling and laughing once more. Oh, he's having fun again, Trychon thought as he took another punch which sent him sprawling back into the dirt.
Raezyr summoned all his strength. He tried desperately to channel the pain into energy from the Dark Side, but despite his training, it was too much. Still he knew he had to get to his brother soon, or Rodas would kill him. He lurched forward and, ignoring the pain in his shoulder and swinging with all his energy, attempted to slay the Meisosian.
Vathka Rodas easily caught Raezyr's wrist in his off-hand and wrenched the young Sith's injured arm backward. Despite himself, he grunted in pain through clenched teeth as his weapon fell from his numb fingers. The alien then landed a vicious kick to Raezyr's injured knee eliciting another sharp grunt as the ligaments in the joint finally finished tearing apart, rendering the limb completely useless.
He nearly crumpled to the ground, with one leg folding in on itself from his weight, and too off-balance for the other to compensate, but Rodas pulled him upward.
Holding him by the arm, the old alien slammed his fist into Raezyr's face several times. Blood spurted from his broken nose and ran freely from his lips and mouth. Still holding Raezyr by the wrist, he turned to the other aliens in the street. "These two Wahnri Rahz walked on you like the desert sands. See how easily I defeated them, and remember!" he yelled.
"It ain't over until I say it is," came Trychon's voice from behind Rodas.
Rodas tossed Raezyr's unconscious body aside like a doll and slowly turned. Trychon stood there blade in hand. "Oh, but it is over," the alien replied.
In a flash, the ancient Sith Lord crossed the distance. Still in a fog, Trychon tried to bring his blade to bear, but to little avail. Rodas slapped the lightsaber from his hand and seized the human warrior by the throat, lifting him easily off his feet.
Trychon hung there, choking and gurgling, struggling for breath as Rodas slowly tightened his grip around the human's neck, cutting off his air. The Sith tried in vain to pry open the alien's hand and quickly gave up. He looked over to the crumpled form of his half-brother and although he wasn't even sure if Raezyr was alive, he desperately hoped his brother would rouse before it was too late. As a final, desperation move, Trychon raised his arm and, pointing his fist at Vathka Rodas' face began to draw on the Dark Side.
The elderly alien began laughing when he felt the Force well up inside the smaller being. "My knowledge of the Weave far exceeds your own. As your breath gives out, just what do you hope to accomplish with a paltry Force trick?"
Trychon's sleeve suddenly slid aside, revealing the ancient Sith lanvarok still attached to his wrist, it's muzzle mere inches from the red-skinned alien's face. Rodas' brow crinkled in confusion, then his eyes widened. The Sith Warrior could only assume it was because the alien recognized the device. Trychon activated the triggering mechanism with the Force, and hoped to the ancient Sith Lords that the device still functioned.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then the gash across Rodas' forehead began bleeding excessively. The alien's eyes went blank as his body crumpled to the ground. The disc had caught the ancient Meisosian in the head and passed completely through.
Trychon had fallen to the ground with Rodas, and now he got to his knees, then to his feet. He rubbed his neck, swallowing a few times and breathing deeply. "Now it's over."
He looked up and around the street at the Meisosians still standing and watching. There was no guessing how they might react. He reached out and his lightsaber sprang to his hand from where it had come to rest several meters away.
The fog in his head was finally beginning to clear as he walked over to where his brother lay and stood over his body protectively, igniting his weapon once again. Trychon raised his weapon as he looked around at the aliens again. Still they hadn't moved, but he wasn't taking any chances.
"Alright people... line up or bunch up. I don't care... just come get some."
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