Narda rolled away from the Jedi's strike, snarling as his enemy attempted to rob him of his weapon. Grasping it as tightly as he could, he leaped to his feet and went on the offensive, knowing that he needed to break her concentration to make any headway in this fight. She was clearly extraordinarily strong in the force, and she posed a deadly threat because of it--but if he could take that advantage from her, it would be her downfall. Executing a direct overhead slash, he locked blades with Saran.
"You have waited to kill me?" he hissed. "Yes, I can sense your hate, your desire for revenge. You and I are not so different as you think." With that he broke away, trying to keep her off balance by launching a flurry of attacks. A two-handed sweeping attack to the right, then block the counter, then downwards slash to the left. Narda's mind raced as he made split-second decisions on what to do next, allowing his instincts to take over as he tried to anticipate her moves.
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