[b][u]Sesran and Willo[/u][/b]


Willo considered the Zabrak's plan for a few moments. Pushing through the wall proper would be all but impossible, though the crack in the foundation might provide them with just enough of an advantage to create a small opening. If it worked however, 'Darth Evidian' would be tagging along more closely than she'd anticipated, and she'd have to adjust her plan accordingly.

An explosion in the nearby distance helped her to finalize the decision, and she nodded to him. [color=92278f]"Very well, let's make ourselves an entrance,"[/color] she said.

Taking a few steps back, she prepped herself. If she ever were to admit her weaknesses, attunement with the more visceral and devastating aspects of the force would be among them. Snapping a man's neck was one thing, but summoning up the strength to open up a crack into a proper opening was quite another. Willo let the strength pool within her, let it rise and boil and seep out into her hands as she reached out to the crack in the wall and pushed. Dust trickled free as the rock and steel protested, and slowly, ever so slowly, the crack expanded and the damaged moved inward towards the temple's interior. It would be a long process however, and time was clearly not on their side.

When the Jedi approached them from behind it moved even [i]further[/i] from their side. She paused for a moment when she felt their approached, and a quick glance showed that there were two of them. One was older, the other younger, clearly a master and apprentice. Perhaps they thought the two separated Sith were easy pickings. Their mistake.

[color=92278f]"Time to see how much that title of yours is worth,"[/color] she said to Evidian, before returning her focus to the crack in the wall. Putting faith in another was not her ideal situation, but she supposed there was little else to choose from. 

"With the exception of a couple limbs, my [i]title[/i] will be all that's left of this [i]master[/i] and his slave." 

Sesran looked towards Willo. "I've seen the corpse, but let's see the skill."

With that, Sesran flipped his hilts out of their holsters and shot the blades towards the Jedi.

"Too late to back out..." Sesran rushed towards the Jedi, swinging first and being blocked while defending a slash from his left from the apprentice. With a clean pirouette Sesran led his sword to the hilt of the Jedi's green saber. Almost touching his fingers.

The apprentice dove towards Sesran in a fury, clearly an unskilled opponent. Sesran blocked and kicked the apprentice back, firing multiple attacks in his direction, the two traded blows back and forth until Sesran's footwork finally paid off. The Jedi's apprentice was off balance giving Sesran time to cut clean through his leg just above the knee, rendering him useless. 

"You stay put, you'll see your master slain." 

The padawan grasped at his severed leg in agony, his lightsaber tumbled far from his grasp and his mind too muddled to will it back to his hand. He collapsed back, perhaps in shock, but either way that left only the master Jedi and Sesran to square off.

He lunged for the Sith, aiming a few quick slashes for the neck. Sloppy, angry attacks that nonetheless carried weight and power behind them. 

Sesran may have been fueld by anger, but his vision was not clouded. He knew exactly what he was doing and why. He ducked and blocked the Master's attacks. Swinging a couple attacks himself, his lightsaber hit the master's shoulder, but just as his shoulder was hit he flipped his saber up to remove Sesran's. He had been wounded badly, but still had his other arm, The master jedi was growing weaker by the second, the fight lasted atleast 10 minutes, back and forth the master and Sesran traded blows. They seemed nigh a fair match. 

Sesran had an idea. The master jedi had backed off for a moment. Allowing Sesran to think.
He threw both sabers at the jedi, sheathed but still projectile. In an instant Sesran rolled to the side, and pulled the apprentice's saber through his master. He fell to his knees, dropped his lightsaber, and quietly died.

Sesran looked at the wounded apprentice. "And with your own saber as well."

Looking towards Willo, he pointed to the apprentice and tossed Willo the master's saber. "You finish it."

Willo only half observed the fight between the three warriors. The padawan was easily dispatched as she’d expected, but the master took far longer to take down. Regardless, he fell and her Zabrak ally remained standing. Not a moment too soon, as well. 

The crack had been adequately expanded, and she could just barely see the lights inside. The power died down within her and she let out a deep breath, only just reacting in time to catch the saber thrown to her.

[color=92278f]“Don’t mind if I do,”[/color] she mused, and threw the sword aside as she made her way to the fallen padawan. He was out, and in a battle like this he wouldn’t last long lying out in the open anyway. 

Kneeling down beside him she placed a hand on his chest, over where his heart would have been. She could feel the slight beat against her palm, weakly pushing against her own pulse. Was that really all the strength he had to live? With another spark of power she shocked him, not enough to char his form but enough to stop his heart and put him out of his suffering. 

With that done, Willo turned back to the new entrance and hopped inside. It would be a tight squeeze to be sure, but it would be even tougher for Evidian. [color=92278f]“This way then, let’s see what the Jedi are hiding in here.”[/color]

She began to move through, holding her breath in and inching her way closer and closer to the end, until at last she reached the inside of the temple. Now it would be an issue of subtlety until they could find a way to open the doors for the other Sith and Dark Jedi. She checked over her shoulder to see if her ally had made it through.

Sesran followed Willo through the wall.