The heavy metal doors thrashed open from the explosion revealing the temple’s vestibule, a great hall which many stone arches intertwined into a net through which the elements bled. A mosaic of beige and teal tiles described abstract pattern on the floor around a central lane of elevated parterres around which mirror fountains flowed.

“It is time.” Yoordlan said opening his eyes. He could sense them just outside the door. The small team at the door stepped out and made to throw their grenades. All of their explosives froze in mid air before the men and exploded. The doors flew apart and the three entered. The guardian ignited his blue double-sided saber with twin hisses. 
“Fall in behind me and keep them pinned!” he shouted to the spread out team of fifteen soldiers he had with him. The doors were still a good forty yards away, plenty of distance to keep the soldiers safe from the mess of lightsabers that would soon be underway. They could use the large tree and fountains in the center of the room as cover from some of the deflected bolts as well. Yordlan hoped it would be enough, it had to be. His dark eyes flicked to the other two jedi in the room.
They were waiting just off to the right of the door, only about ten meters from the entry point of the Sith, dangerously close. He should have been the one to stand so close to them. The Consular had insisted though that it should be Yordlan that led the soldiers, the Twi’lek could argue with that logic.. Consular Geoff had his hand raised, a number of metal shards and pieces of rock from the door held in the air by the Force alone. The short human grimaced and let his hand fall, the pieces clattering to the ground. His padawan stood just behind him, eyes wide with anticipation and what looked like awe at the sight of their foes.
The Twi’lek Guardian started to move forward, whirling his double-saber into a flourishing pattern of dizzying azure light, “You three have come to fail! Turn and run with your lives or face me and die!” He shouted before lunging forward, a hailstorm of blaster fire being unleashed from the soldiers behind him. 

Geoff let out his own shout of resolve, a saber of green springing to life in each of his hands, the left being slightly shorter than a normal lightsaber. “With me!” he called out to his padawan before sending his left hand saber streaking toward the reddish skinned woman. He did not make it spin like many who threw their sabers did. He prefered to keep it controlled and like a blaster bolt. He had the control to alter its course slightly if the woman tried to just deflect it like a standard bolt. 

The Padawan followed his master, blinking rapidly. There was supposed to be three of them. They had sensed them, they even seemed to act like there was three of them. Yet, he could only see two of them. A man in a mask and a woman. There might be something else there, but, he just could not seem to focus on it or understand what it was supposed to be. Probably just his nerves getting to him. 

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Geoff’s sabre stopped dead in midair before making it to the Zeltron’s chest and its blade shutdown. The masked Sith had thrust his left arm and grabbed onto the weapon with the force. His attempt at harming the female Sith he walked by had fed the robed figure’s ire. Though it was frequent for Siths to latch on to events and psych themselves into a deliberate rage, the consular, through the contest of control, could sense the sincere outrage in the Sith’s mind.
Geoff struggled with great effort to try to take back control of the sabre, pushing it with all the might he could afford to muster but the power of his opponent progressively overwhelmed him.

The sabre picked up momentum and as Maegr opened his clenched hand into an open palm facing the jedi, the saber suddenly darted back into the Jedi’s direction spinning rapidly only to fly past his head.

Feeling a bit of relief at the thought of his enemy missing his mark, he ever so slightly dropped his attention away from the sabre. The green blade sprang to life and took a wide turn towards the crowd of soldier wading through five of the men with the disconcerting ease that was characteristic of lightsabers.

The Sith, with an upward swing of his right hand through bolts of lightning that, surging from his palm, ran along the ground towards the consular at great speed. Taking advantage of the masked man’s split attention, he seized back control of his sabre and steered away from the other soldiers back into his hand and guarded himself from the bolts with it.

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Before the female could act, the green sabre had been halted and sent out on a tyriad against the soldiers behind the Consular, causing her violet eyes to focus briefly on Maegr. This was normal for him, any time he saw an attack headed for her he rarely ever let it get close enough to do any form of damage if it was within his power to stop it. Well, even if she wanted to this was no time to complain about what he had done for her, so she simply adjusted her attention to the next jedi, her sabre’s springing to life within her hands. This was not a time for words, this was a time for action, they had a mission to take care of.

The Twi’lek reached his target at a full run, the speed of which  was the telltale sign of someone pushing themselves beyond normal limits with the Force. He sent his dual-sided blue saber into a whirling flurry of blows aimed at taking the red skinned woman in pieces. His flow was perfect, each strike was quickly redirected and sent into a sudden faint or true strike. The two blades, one extended from each side of his hilt, assisted this flurry of motion. He was using Shien in it’s truest form, currently banking on the sudden burst of aggression to overwhelm his foe. 

Sabre’s at the ready, Arianna locked eyes with the Jedi that came at her, her eyes narrowing dangerously as she countered the blow. While it may not have landed, the force behind the attack jarred her arms a bit causing her to grimace before she pushed forward, forcing the man away from her. In retaliation, she began her own barrage of attacks, sabres ringing out in protest as the two began their intricate dance.

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Maegr pulled at the sabre at his waist and from under his robes came a foot long hilt, a five feet long bright red blade surged from it as he ran forth ran forth towards the enemy back line. He lept over the knights and with his sabre blocked the strikes that targeted him in mid-air to land behind them.
The Sith felt a strike at his exposed back approach from the Twi’leks dual-blade but did nothing to stop it. Arianna bashed the knights slash out of course with an overhead strike as Maegr with a flick of his weapon knocked the consular’s thrust off target.
As the consular and the padawan lunged at his chest Maegr jumped and with a quick circular slash blocked both attacks and planted his heel into the young one’s face causing him to step back.

The simple soldiers behind the Jedis dared not fire at the melee for fear fear or hitting one of their masters. Geoff came at the Sith with a flurry of thrusts that seemingly took Maegr attention away from the Jedi from the padawan. As the Sith recoiled from the erratic attack pattern of the Jedi, the padawan prepared to strike him from behind with a telegraphed cut, waiting for the moment Maegr’s used his sabre to block one of the master’s attacks.
When the consular’s blade met that of his opponent he pushed through into a slash to force him to maintain contact and afford his padawan the time strike. The padawan footwork was punctuated by the sound of a sabre igniting. Immense pain coursed through his body but he found himself unable to scream. In his opponent’s offhand was a new sabre, held in an inverse grip and extending behind him and through the young one’s heart. The Sith had not even glanced at him.

Reading the fear and shock in the consular’s mind he winded his wrist into an overhead strike that the Jedi blocked before an orange blade sprang to his side and from behind crossed waist from left to right.
In shock as well, the Twi’lek lost focus and turn his gaze away from Arianna, for only a second. She punished the mistake by splitting the knight from shoulder to stomach.