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“Master Echuu Shen-Jon,” he says with a nod.
Now it’s your eyes that narrow, and you address the man by his rank, “You can’t maintain your current offensive long enough for reinforcements to arrive, even from Bothawui, General Shen-Jon.” It’s true, you aren’t trying to rile him up. “Even if you manage to get to General Tann, my fleet is still in orbit, your men would never be able to leave Krant.”
“Don’t threaten me,” he says, emotion creeping its way into his voice.
“It’s a fact,” at a gesture, your droids open fire at the Clones who have finally reached the loading area’s floor, cutting several down in an instant. You didn’t order them to attack your opponent, not wanting their attacks to get in your way.
The Jedi General makes the first move, a Force-assisted leap bringing him all the way to you. You sidestep the blow, a Juyo adaptation of a Djem So opening, even heavier and more aggressive than that already deadly strike. As you step backwards, you bring your lightsaber to your chest, coiling your sword arm like a snake, and when Shen-Jon lands, you strike out, aiming to skewer him. Your opponent swiftly shifts his weight and blocks vertically, catching the tip of your lightsaber. As Shen-Jon straightens up, he slashes at your neck, though the distance means that all you have to do for the attack to go wide is lean back. Your hand slides down the hilt of your lightsaber as you slash low, leveraging both your longer weapon as well as your greater reach to drive your opponent back.
Rather than simply fall back, Shen-Jon strikes back the instant he regains his footing, batting away your lightsaber and swinging upwards, aiming for your chest. You circle around him, again aiming your blade low. He attempts to disarm you by trapping your lightsaber in a circular sweep, but you pull back as fast as you can before driving your heel into his chest. The older Jedi has the air knocked out of his lungs, and he stumbles backward. Still, even that throws him off his rhythm for barely an instant, and he aims a powerful one-handed strike at your collarbone, seemingly intent on cleaving you in two. Your left hand moves to the pommel of your lightsaber, and you flick it across Shen-Jon’s face with speed you hadn’t previously demonstrated.
<span class="mu-i">That</span> gets him to stagger, though even as he shouts and brings a hand up to his face you can see that the injury, though it will scar, is only surface level. Nonetheless, you take advantage of his lapse, and get inside of his wide open guard, leveling your lightsaber at his throat. In that moment of calm, you see that your droids have taken out the last of the Clones.
>(3/4 because I cut this up wrong)
