[u][center][h3]Khan vs Anaka, Heart of the Temple Room[/h3][/center][/u]

Khan was really starting to feel the pressure of the battle now. Each of his attacks was neatly parried despite the effort he was putting into them. He saw Anaka's next attack before it began, a slice across his chest shown by her body's shifting stance as plain to him as if she'd said it out loud. His own saber came up to parry it as he shifted back, but both his arm and his feet were seconds too slow. She scored a burning gash across his chest, though he was able to pull back enough to make it a shallow burn rather than a cut into his vitals or a bisecting blow. 

Khan had to fight through the shock and the sudden pain spreading out from the wound as he attempted a shallow counter-thrust, but it was knocked aside without forcing her to give any ground. The sudden change in the flow of battle didn't make any sense to Khan. The Padawan had judged himself to be a near-match for the Sith in terms of speed and skill. He'd spent his entire life learning his own capabilities in combat and reading others, he knew he should've been fast enough to neutralize that attack. There was more to it than that. The Sith was radiating a sense of devious smugness, a sort of exultation at some secret.

Khan could feel his movements in his past attacks as slightly off, but why? Could Anaka somehow be using the Force to hamper his movements? Well, two could play at that game. Khan started making small flicks with his free hand, keeping his blade up and ready to parry any attacks. He reached out and started flinging numerous small rocks and bits of debris at his opponent. Precisely controlling smaller things was something of a specialty for the Padawan, so flinging the smaller rocks around was easy enough. But pelting Anaka with stones was only a secondary tactic. The real aim was to shift pieces of the rubble around them, making footwork more difficult for the Sith. Whether the pelting hurt or distracted her or not, once he felt like he'd created more favorable ground, he tried to press the attack again, shifting forward with as much Force Speed as he could and crouching low to make quick, short strikes at her legs.