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As the comotion of a fight broke out, Stealth assumed Celes found the answer to her question. He ran off around the corner, lighting up his saber. Aksel had recovered, and his strength had increased greatly; the man didn't even have to look. The only way the boy and the man could make it out alive was if they held off Aksel long enough for Silvern to arrive. Knowing this, Stealth leapt into the action, attacking the same way he had when he'd hurt Aksel's leg. This time, though, he tried a vertical strike-- his aim was now to kill.

((@ Loki: You can say whether it hits or not, I just wanna post. gonk ))


Stealth quickly tumbled out of distance for his foe to strike him. The boy turned at a loud roar to see Silverion, so he knew it would be a good time to fall back. He flipped backward behind a shelf, hoping he could gain some more energy in the time being.

Jami cursed as Askel struck him, and he rolled, clutching his stomach in pain. His blade skittered away and fell over the ledge of the balcony. He quickly scrambled to his feet and dashed after it. He glanced down and saw it on a narrow ledge...just out of his reach.

Seeing that Askel was preoccupied with the other Jedi at the moment, Jami took the opportunity to try to reach the blade. His arm was simply not long enough, though. He strained and struggled, but it was just out of his reach. Using every fiber of his will, he reached, willing the blade to be in his hand. Then, to his amazement, the black hilt jumped and fitted snugly into his palm. He didn't bother to question why, but he quickly ran back to Askel, rejoining the fight, stiking hard and fast, like a cat, using moves that seemed less like fighting and more like an intricate and deadly dance.

He then heard a roar and glanced up. A man stood there, looking calm and confident. The tingling he got was more powerful than any he had ever recieved before. Somehow, he knew that the man was extremely powerful. But he was just standing there. Chancing a glance at the other boy, he saw that he was fighting Askel alone. No matter. As long as it was only for a little longer, since he could tell that he was completely outmatched.

Jami cursed and rubbed his throat. His vibroblade ((not knife, Loki)) was in the other man's hand. He sighed as Deenine floated over to him, chirping. He had thought that he was a good swordsman, but this was...something else. Perhaps it had to do with that mystical Force his grandfather had always spoken of. Maybe he could learn to use it as well. But first, he would have to watch the end of the fight. He was out. But he made a silent vow right then.

One day, when he was more powerful, he would defeat this mysterious man...Askel. Askel. The name repeated itself in his mind again and again, whispered by the mysterious energy that was always with him. Askel. Though he felt no hatred towards the man, since that was not his nature, he simply felt a calm and cool determination to defeat this man. One day, he would win against this man. But he would have to train, and that day was at the end of a long road with many obstacles. That much he could see. He would, however, try to overcome those obstacles. With all of his heart, he would try.

Finally Silverion acted. He walked casually toward Aksel. Behind him another form of lighted creature stood, only Aksel and his blinded eyes could see, a Dragon in enormous form energy spiralling in from all direction. It was only behind to watch Silverion act... For now. When needed, the Dragon won't be standing anymore.

Silverion having reached a metre far from Aksel, waited for the first strike.

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From behind Aksel another being stood, eyes shimmering in blood red. His cold breath reaching to Aksel neck and running down to his spine. Forsaken was not such a mere Force Spirit perhaps. Despite him not really a very strong warrior, and dying at a very young age, was a medium of spectral being that not affected by anything except the Force, which he had gained controllably amazing over the years.

"Mine... Hitting on my prey aren't you?"

His deadly cold voice whispered in Aksel's ears. Before Aksel, his brother stood, he knew full well of. Then he watched as his brother pulled out a red double-ended lightsaber, and threw it to himself. Forsaken, although without a body to control the saber, have devastating Force powers, to hold the Lightsaber, and ignite it. From the naked eye, one can only see a dual ended dancing crimson blade floating. But from Aksel's eyes, a mysterious figure of red light was emitting, in anger and fear.

((If you don't mind, something to give the rest of us something to do while the major fight is going on....)) Jami slowly rose to his feet and heard boots clattering on the street outside. To his horror, he saw at least a platoon of stormtroopers level their weapons at the inhabitants of the temple.

"Jedi!"

Jami looked at a glass case. In it was a single canister. Using every fiber of his will, as he had before, he willed the canister into his hand. Like before, it jumped into his hand. He pressed a button, and heard a snap-hiss, to his immense satisfaction, knowing his suspicions had been confirmed. A glowing green blade sprang up and hummed with the air. He gave a sharp whistle to the other boy, the one who was hiding behind a shelf, and nodded to the troopers.

Alyssa watched as her Master walked out of the courtyard, then got up and walked towards the cafeteria.

"Jedi!" She heard someone yell.

She slowed to a stop in a hallway leading to the Temple's entrance, where a platoon of Storm Troopers stood, ready to fire at their leader's order. In their way, she saw a single man with a green lightsaber--not a Padawan, and definately not one of the Masters...was he even a Jedi at all? She couldn't tell.

On the other side of the corner she was using to hide herself, there was a broken glass case. Next to it was another case, this one holding a lightsaber shaft. She willed one towards her--breaking the glass, turned it on, then quietly slid over towards the non-Jedi with a saber.

"My Master might kill me for this...but I'm guessing that you're gonna need some help..." She said quietly, brandishing her golden saber. Master Adonis...help might be nice right now... She closed her eyes, remembering her sword training in the Bakuran Batallion. I'm not sure how much vibroblade training's gonna help with dodging and reflecting blaster bolts...