Defeat?

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"Jedi slime, hand over your lightsabers or die!" A deep but horse voice echoes out from the large cyborg. From behind us four tall droids wielding long steel staffs with energy spikes on each end. These are Grievous's Jedi killing droids.

Ashoka then raises her two white sabers and turns to face the Magna Guards, "Oh, and if we surrender you'll spare us? Sure."

I shake my head as I continue to face grievous and stand back to back with her, "How can you still be sarcastic in this situation?"

She shrugs, "It just comes naturally I guess, what about you? We are surrounded by machines known for slaughtering hundreds of Jedi but you seem pretty calm."

Before I can respond, grievous scoffs, "You must be the Jedi who is causing my master so many problems, your lightsaber will make a fine addition to my collection!"

With that, he reaches to his waist and dislodges two lightsabers and ignites them. The green and blue glow from the sabers reflect off his freshly polished armor.

"Kill them!" With that order the stalemate that we had been trapped in ended. Ashoka dashes forewords and meets the Magna Guards head on, meanwhile, I engage the huge eight foot cyborg.

I lunge forward and lash out with an overhead slash, Grievous parries this and quickly begins to launch his counter attack. Making good use of the narrow hallway he uses form five, Dijem-So, and his overwhelming speed and strength to launch a flurry of powerful attacks.

Caught off guard I am forced to retreat under the Generals assault. Using the footwork of my form I manage to keep my balance and effectively evade the strikes. I flip backwards to open some space between us so I can gather my thoughts.

Directly behind me I hear the sizzling of lightsabers clashing with electricity, thankfully Ahsoka seems to be pushing them back giving me more space to work with.

*Cough* *Cough* *Cough*

"How disappointing, I was expecting a little more from the Jedi that has been causing my master trouble, but it seems, you are nothing more than a weak child." Grievous scoffs as he begins to move foreword. Each of his heavy steps sound a loud thud through the room as he approaches.

It seems that this cyborg is much stronger than I thought. Not only is he physically at the same level as Jedi Guardians, but he also seems to unaffected by my frost domain. With this in mind, I launch foreword and reengage with the cyborg.

This time I take the advantage by immediately launching a flurry of graceful blows each of which carries incredible strength and power. Using my smaller stature, I get in close to the general and force him to retreat.

Using this strategy I get the edge, our blades clash in a deadly dance, the hissing of the blades fill my ears as I slowly fall deeper and deeper into a trance. I allow the force to guide each and every one of my movements.

Slowly I managed to get closer and closer to the cyborg. Inch by inch, I get closer and closer to the cyborg. The closer I get, the more desperate and sloppy his attacks get.

Finally, I manage to get within a foot of the general, close enough to where he can't strike me and I can get a direct attack right into his chest. I pull the saber back and launch the finishing blow, "I win!"

Then, suddenly, something completely unexpected happened. The cyborgs arms split into two! "No, I win!" He declares as his right arm reaches out and grabs my face, lifts me up, and then slams me into the wall all in one swift motion.

The impact cause me to halt my attack. During this, his left arm then reaches behind him and pulls out a blaster and fires.

Suddenly, I feel a searing pain in my leg, "Gahhh!" I scream as I am then flung through the air. I slam into the wall and I can feel a few of my ribs buckle and break from the impact.

Gasping for breath I reach out for the force and whisper, "Ice spears!"

Small spears of ice erupt from the ground in front of Grievous and slam into him. The spears shatter on the armor of the cyborg as he laughs, "Pathetic!"

Step by step, I can feel my consciousness fading as he slowly approaches me, lightsabers and blasters in hand.

As he approached my vision grew blurry, the echoes from his steps slowly grow distant. "Crap." I mutter to myself.

General Grievous then coughs before raising his lightsabers and declaring, "You must realize, you, are, doomed!"