"Please hold a moment, Master Jedi," said Tysyacha, concentrating all her power in the Force on holding the older man's lightsaber at bay. "Hold! Clearly your apprentice means you no harm." She scratched the crown of her head. "I sense no deception."
Risking possible death with such a move, the Exile deftly stepped between the beams of the lightsabers of both Jedi. "If you wish to attack--Anakin," she said quickly, remembering the young Knight's name, "then you'll have to cut through me first."
She planted a hand on her right hip as her temple finally stopped bleeding. "What say you, good sir? Will you stand down and greet your familiar pupil as a Master ought?"