Icarus
Valery Noble
Forced onto the backfoot, the dynamic of their duel had shifted so soon after it started. Rakaan motioned to deflect her strikes with a matched swiftness, all in order to ensure his limbs remained unsevered. It not at least unscorched from the sheer heat of her violet blade. It almost felt reminscient, however, Rakaan noted in the midst of his efforts - of the duels shared with herself and other Jedi, those when death was not so much as an idea. To train, to become better, without so much as a clue this was their ultimate use.
Rakaan had made a near-identical move to her own from before. One the strikes had seen the two blades locked and left them in a stalemate. He motioned forwards with his full force, all in a bid to create the briefest of openings. His foot rose off of the ground and extended outward in a powerful thrust, aimed for Valery's centre.
"You wouldn't be so lucky." He wryly remarked, then reached out with the Force to snatch the holocron from the table. It soared across in an instant and into his hand, before the Imperial took a few steps out of the vault and into rest of the Jedi Temple ruins; the scars of the war so clear, so present, unlike the once-hidden vault that was left undisturbed.