Lucas spun around, his feet flying ten inches off the ground and landed, rolling with his lightsaber in his hand. "Who I am is of no consequence, Jedi. Who you are is quite interesting... I must so... that you can't remember the Miraluka boy that you allowed the slavers to take? I'm sorry that you have such a terrible memory, Mako... but now... you shall die." Lucas lept off his feet and straight for Mako, both ends of his saber ignited.
Wants to post something epically amazing here... will work on that laterz.