"You, Jedi whore, Will meet death this day." The bald Sith acolyte growled. He flourished with his lightsaber, then slowly began to stalk toward Kiani.

   Kiani set herself in an offensive neutral stance as she took in the overly muscled brute. To the untrained eye, one would assume that he, like his dead companion, would use a strong style such as Juyo or Ataru. This is how even was proven false by Kiani's keen eye. The Sith Acolyte wielded a curved lightsaber hilt, and his method of approach was classic Makashi form. Makashi, being the second lightsaber form, centered on more precise and controlled attacks. It was explicitly designed for lightsaber duels, though the entirely defensive form of Sorensu would later supplant it. Using a curved hilt helped with the precision of the blade work because the curve of the hilt fit the hand better than the standard hilt, thus imparting more control.

   "Prepare to die, Jedi." He said as he did the traditional Makashi salute before lunging in to perform a quick Shiak or stab to Kiani's heart.

   Kiani quickly sidestepped to her right as she engaged his blade midway with her lightsaber in her left hand, coming from underneath in an upward arc to clear any attempt as he tried a riposte to gain a quick counter. As she blocked his attack, she launched one of her own with her right hand in a sweeping arc aimed at his midsection.

   Quickly realizing what she was doing, the Sith leaped away from the attack. The duel began with a grim look on both opponents' faces. Each opponent unleashed a fast-paced flurry of attacks, parries, blocks, and counterstrikes. It was a deadly duel as they tried maneuvering each other out to gain the upper hand. It was more a contest of wills and knowledge than anything. The Sith wasn't as graceful in his chosen style as Kiani was—her moves in the complex duel were as elegant as any professional dancer's. At best, the tattooed Sith's movements were quick and choppy compared to the Dantari Jedi's fluid use of his form.

   The duel raged on for over two minutes before the Sith acolyte abandoned all pretense of form and just began swinging using his obvious raw power and rage. He tried launching a series of wild but furiously fast strikes from several angles at his opponent.

   Kiani switched effortlessly to the Sorensu style and batted them away with minimal effort. "What's the matter, Baldy, getting tired?" She asked as she smiled.

   This only enraged him more, and he began firing as many attacks at her as possible. The dance started a new, more frightened, and quicker pace. The Acolyte grew more enraged as he found his every attack with his lightsaber blocked, parried, or swatted away effortlessly by Kiani. He screamed at the top of his lungs as he tried performing a Jung Ma attack after having his last strike batted away. Using the momentum of Kiani's last defensive block, which redirected his attack, he spun around as quickly as he could, attempting to cleave her in half at the waist. 

   Kiani had sensed the move and leapt over it when it came with an aerial cartwheel. After landing on her feet, she launched a double strike across the Sith's side. A third of her viridian blades met flesh and sealed the Sith's fate. He dropped down, still spinning on the ground, right before death claimed him. he saw the face of his defeat. It wasn't the mocking face that she had been taunting him with. It was a calm, respectful victor as Kiani offered him a Maskashi salute in respect. It was the last thing he saw.

   Kiani turned around to see if Quinn was alright. At some point in her duel with the tattooed Acolyte, she had heard him call his opponents many cowards. Though brutal, she didn't doubt his combat abilities because his unorthodox style was highly effective. Kiani wanted to make sure no more Sith were going to pop up.

   The sudden death of the first Sith was soon followed by a surprising blast of hatred and rage from the second. Quinn felt a sense of vertigo as he got caught up in the force, hurled off the ground and into the air, spinning all the while, trapped inside a cacophony and power. Completely unexpected, unforeseen by the spy who had always been one to look at all of the details. This Sith had caught him off guard, had displayed brute strength with his build and attire, and had hidden his true potential in the force. 

   That was the great equalizer, the ability to hide one's strengths until the last moment when no one would expect it. The bastard had played him like a fiddle, and while Quinn spun in place, suspended six feet off the ground, he watched as time and again, ideally in rhythm with his turns, the Sith advanced, step by step, his blade moving high and ready to strike.

   There was only one way out of this; there were a few, but only one that would be the most helpful. It was dangerous, bold, some might say psychotic, but it was the only choice he had left. So like his opponent, Quinn pulled on the force, connected himself to the life and energy all around him, building stores of power as he began to reach out to the world around him, finding the presence of his enemy most quickly. 

   Kiani was busy with her opponent, and as much as Quinn would have loved to jump to her rescue, he could not. It seemed more likely now that she might come to his rescue, but as the Sith began to pick up his pace in his approach to Quinn, the Gurlanin knew the time to strike was right. With all the power he could muster, the Jedi Ace grasped the Sith with force and plucked him from the ground, yanking him into the air and the whirlwind of his creation.

   The burly man crashed into Quinn, their bodies a jumble of limbs and dangerous blades, each movement nearly severing a hand or leg, each twist of their bodies only contorting and spinning them faster and harder. It was chaos, pure unbridled chaos that few had experienced before. During that time, Quinn almost got sick, but before he could hurl what was left of his military rations, the man cut the flow of his power and dropped them both to the ground. With a cough as he felt the wind leave him, Quinn struggled to stand back up and stab his opponent. But before he could reignite his blade, the giant had wrapped his arms around the lithe spy and began to squeeze, each moment like a cobra constricting its prey, preparing to feast. His arm felt numb, feeling leaving it slowly as the circulation was cut off, the hilt of his lightsaber almost nothing but a flimsy tube in his hand against the giant that was trying to squash him in its arms.

   Feral determination took over, and the idea to protect Kiani and survive for her rushed through him, greater than any instinct ever had. Forcing his hand to close tightly around the lightsaber, the spy knew he couldn't strike the man with the normal size of his blade and so would be forced to show his trump card, something that not even Kiani had seen. 

   A rumbling growl emanated deep within his throat, his body reverberating with force that sent a shiver down his enemy's spine. The animal instincts of the Gurlanin, those of a predator, came to bear as he surged force energy into his weapon and activated the second crystal within the cylinder. The shock in his enemy's face was priceless to the spy, his arms slowly slacking as the lightsaber blade dug through the man's body, slipped out the other side, and extended for another half dozen feet before stopping. With a righteous glare, Quinn twisted his hand around and drove the blade through the man's body, destroying whatever organs were in its path and spelling certain death for his enemy.

   Weakness soon poured through the Sith's body, and like a tide he began to falter against the shore that was Quinn's strength as the Jedi Ace plucked himself from the mans grip, forced himself out of the way and held the eight feet long blade out and to the side, a demonstration of just how ingenious he had been. While he was a man who relied on an assassin's tactics, sometimes there was a time and place for brute force and overwhelming power, and this had been one of those times. The light in the man's eyes soon faded, and with a sigh, Quinn turned to look at his sweat-drenched companion with a wry smile, sweat dripping from his brow, and his arm shaking as he regained feeling and the sensation of pain flowed through him.

   "Well, that was a good start to the mission," he chided with a chuckle as he began to move over to Kiani. "You alright?"