Star Wars Chronicles

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Jeran stopped, and made a sharp slash to the side as Ferrus side-stepped so his weight didn't become his downfall, but just added momentum to his strike, his battle-instincts already kicking in. His strength in lightsaber combat was considered "ridiculous" as he was capable of stale-mating three Jedi Masters on his own, with one lightsaber, before it broke. He focused on it after all, having no talent with the Force. The strength of his swing was powerful and it was accurate, if blocked, it would damage the sabers, if evaded, he would follow up with a quick spinning strike, extending his blade to four feet, cutting down on the strike power, but not giving the Sith a chance to breathe. He did not talk when he fought.

"Your friend is an obsolete little vacuum cleaner with a foul mouth who can barely sense the broad side of a rancor." ALIAS replied coolly, his head following Rogue's movements as if he knew where he was. Holographic cloaking was his specialty. It was easy to track the little droid with his advanced sensors. "Of course he feels stronger than me, his potential far exceeds my own." ALIAS twirled his lightsaber and went into a very unfamiliar stance, one that wasn't a branch of any of the seven main disciplines. His force cloak was flawless, but the Sith Lord had already figured them out. He didn't really care, he liked pretending to be flesh. He felt closer to his master this way. "And to be fair, you attacked first."