Those that were brave enough to venture out into the streets of Tatooine at night were now fleeing from the sounds and illumination of red and green along the streets. Aiden somehow found himself pushing forward. He was wounded, in pain but he did his best to not let his resolve falter. The Jedi Padawan saw an opening after a side glance and his fist moved forward against the Sith's face. He couldn't take the chance, he pushed forward moving in quick succession with each strike.
Something was driving him, whatever it was it didn't seem to be good.
Another opening came, bringing his foot forward planting it firmly against his opponents chest knocking him backwards. The Padawan moved forward, strike after strike came down against the red blade until the blade was rendered useless for the time being. The arm of his opponent had been cut off by the Padawan's blade.
The Jedi Padawan breathed heavily, his blade pointing directly at the Sith, inches away from piercing flesh.
"Strike me down...more will co-"
The Sith's head fell from his shoulders, the green blade piercing the flesh and that was the end of it. Aiden breathed heavily, a shuddering breath as cold seemed to seep deep into his bones. Aiden slumped to the ground, arms resting against his knees as he stared at the ground.
"Force help me....."
