In too much pain to charge or strike wildly, Sykal resorted to a more typical style of lightsaber combat, something he was clearly not accustomed to. He attempted a swing at Kalla, but she was able to parry it easily enough, following it with an elbow to his face, and before he had a chance to recover, she sheared the hilt of his lightsaber in half.
"Start talking. What do the Sith want with my child?" Kalla asked, pointing her lightsaber at his throat.
"I don't think so. Lord Pestilus will have my head for this failure, but you're still my enemy, and I won't give you this satisfaction." Sykal replied, launching himself into the nearest plasma column. Not even dust remained.
"I hate it when they do that." Kalla commented.
Last edited by Alkonium; 09-20-2011 at 11:07 PM.