((Well, Miracle authorized this, so here I go then))
The lunge was fast enought to cut throught Tulak Hord's lightsaber, cutting it in half. The stun it caused gave enought time for the ancient Jedi Master to slash a wound to go across the opponent's other eye. It was merely a flesh wound that would leave a petty scar, but it was enought for Emukiel to get his next attack throught also, throwing Hord against the nearest wall with the force. Before Emukiel could rush towards Tulak, however, the opponent ran for it. He had managed to test Emukiel's skills enought. The scar would remind him of what exactly Emukiel was, even if it had given Tulak Hord more information than a three hour duel. The Weequay switched off his blade as Hord rushed off for his ship, only now noticing that in the midst of his attack, Hord had managed to wound him also. There was a cut on the side of his chest. Before the other Jedi could say anything, Emukiel smiled and looked at them.
"'Tis just a flesh wound" he said and placed a hand on the wound, using the force to patch it up.
"Should we run after him, or...?"
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan