[i]Rendii?[/i] she'd never heard of it, but if it was a Republic owned planet then that was no surprise. They passed under the tree canopy, and Aria felt a looming sense of dread that this would be the place where the True Sith would end up finishing them off for good. It was now or never. She managed to throw a glance sideways at Yerbol in time to see him plummet towards the ground, only to be heaved back to his feet by two of the Sith guards, the Knight choosing that moment to turn and fight back against their guides. Her head was clear and her limbs nimble enough now that Aria could follow suit, though she froze momentarily when the saber was placed at her throat. Of course, merely waving a lightsaber in her direction wouldn't be enough to deter Aria, she simply had to pause and give a moment's further thought to the predicament while Yerbol and the dark-haired Master scuffled not far off. 

Despite their apparent broad skillset in every other aspect of combat, without her weapon it seemed that Yerbol had the advantage, a series of powerful blows to the woman's torso quickly overbalancing her and knocking her to the ground. As Yerbol stopped to gloat over the victory, she caught him off guard and soon the duel turned back in the Sith's favor. Cringing in apparent dismay at the beginner's error the Knight had made, Aria decided she couldn't bear to watch any longer as Yerbol struggled frantically to get out of the Sith woman's grip. Aria sucked in a sharp breath, bringing one arm back to drive her elbow into her captor's ribs. The woman yelped, balking under the impact which allowed Aria to turn sharply and wrestle the lightsaber from her hand.
She tried to run the blade through the woman's chest immediately afterwards to finish her off, but the swing was clumsy; somehow the weapon felt heavier and altogether unco-ordinated in Aria's grip. Gritting her teeth, she compensated by putting more force behind the blow, a second try slicing cleanly through the woman's midsection. The lightsaber blade crackled loudly at the contact with its owner's flesh, as if in protest, the hilt suddenly becoming white hot so Aria had to yelp in discomfort and abruptly drop it to the floor beside the lifeless body. 

"Ow, dammit!" she hissed, patting her singed palm against her vest until the stinging abated enough for her to return to freeing Yerbol from his predicament. Aria thrust out a hand, eyes narrowed as she focused her attack on the black-haired Master's throat, wasting no time in constricting it as much as she could. The Sith's eyes widened, a strangled cry of agony escaping her as she released her hold on Yerbol's torso, unable to maintain it with the amount of pressure Aria was exerting on her windpipe. She gurgled uncomfortably, rolling onto her side as she tried to right herself but instead ended up doubling over again and coughing up a mouthful of blood, before her eyes rolled back and she fell still. 
Aria skirted around black-haired Sith to offer a hand down to Yerbol, her lips pressed together in a tight, thin smile.
"Don't the Jedi teach you to keep moving your feet when you brawl someone?!" she snapped at him, though there was obvious concern in her tone and her voice quickly softened as she asked, more calmly. "You okay, Bol? Did she break anything?" She couldn't feel any obvious sensations of pain through their bond, but that wasn't to say that he had no injuries at all, perhaps he had managed to mask them while they were focused on getting rid of the Sith that had been charged with their execution. 

"Our sabers are probably back on the shuttle, we shouldn't hang around waiting." she added quickly after helping to pull Yerbol back onto his feet. "Soto's probably way ahead of us already."