Andirrul, licking her lips, said in Lord Virul's voice: "At last!" Leering, he pushed his host body--meaning the Avalonian--toward Kalla. "Indeed, if this weak one perishes, the exchange will not take place, but do you think that I would let you sacrifice yourself for her without first proving yourself worthy?"
The Dark Lady of the Sith sprang forward in skorost' position. "If you can fight me, Jedi, then you will have earned my tolerance for your offer, if not my respect. As for me--have you even seen the technique I'll unleash on you?"