Clumsy got careless, lashing desperate and wild at Satele's side profile--mostly the only target she provided either Sith attempting to disable her. A quick twist of her body and the desperate lash harmlessly missed. The awkward unguarded position the Sith left himself in easily provided her several killing blows. Instead she planned on a different disabling blow, setting it up with a quick heel kick to the clumsy Sith's inner knee with the force of an industrial jackhammer behind it, a quick parry of the Sith Warrior's saber, a quicker telekinetic push forcing the Warrior several feet back, and her twisted body untwisted as her feet sending her into a half-spin. Lightning fast and bloodily accurate; as the clean stump of where the clumsy Sith's lightsaber hand had been. The lowest end of her double-bladed lightsaber quickly cut across middle of the clumsy Sith's dropped lightsaber hilt, destroying it.

Satele turned her back on the disarmed and de-handed clumsy Sith, her lightsaber tips coming up in a single line again as she re-squared her stance and re-foocused on the Sith Warrior. She barely noticed the change of sound, and the near instant commotion behind her. Satele turned her shoulders, her eyes followed. Green eyes widened in surprise at the dis-armed, de-handed Sith charging her. His mask was gone now, only the red faced, long nosed, large bloodshot eyed face streaming tears remained where the sharp dark shadow face of the mask had been.

[b]"I AM WORTHY!!!!!!!!!!!!"[/b]

Instict lowered and turned her lightsaber. She never made another motion, not another move. The screaming, handless, Sith impaled himself on her blade. His crying blood-shot eyes smiling alongside his mouth as the veil of death descended upon his conciousness. Satele killed that blade, the only noise in her ears the heavy breathing of her own body. Her green eyes still stuck on the smiling dead body slumped to the ground. 

[i]What just happened?[/i]

Her head whipped around, to the masked Sith Warrior, to the flurry of violent and bloody motion off to the other side of the road clearing. Violent and bloody. Near the treeline. [i]The treel--FUCK.[/i] "BRYE, REMEMBER WHAT I TOLD YOU BEFORE SETTING O--" Shadow struck, and one of two Sith fighting Brye disappeared after a heartbeat, their masked screams cutting through the humid jungle night air, getting distant so fast it gave Satele a terrifying measure at just how fast whatever predator of Dxun had taken the Sith was. Just a blur of darkness and death, and the Sith was just echoing screaming getting fainter and fainter into the Dxun black night.

[i]Watch the treeline. I wasn't kidding.[/i] Satele turned back to the Sith Warrior, a Sith pureblood now that he'd dropped his own mask. "...I guess you didn't warn your guys about the treeline?" 

He ignored it, his eyes locked on her. Fixated as if he was looking at her through the Force. "You will never know what you mean to us. What he means to us. Darth Re--"

"--not now," Satele cut him off in a flash of anger. "Not that name. Not now." No, no, no, no...the Sith impaling himself on her lightsaber, knowing who she was, who her Padawan was, what she 'meant' to them...the anger under her controlled surface was boiling. Brye wasn't going to die because that cursed, damned, name. That name could haunt Satele all her life, but it was her burden. It was bad enough her weakness allowed another soul to bear the burden of that name when she had a son. 

The pure blood Sith Warrior went flying the moment Satele changed her grip, and sent her free hand palm out flying in his direction to focus the Force powered attack. Satele Shan was done playing this game. With more predators closing in on them, it was time to get out. The moment she turned her back on the Warrior she sent flying, she heard the trees move behind her and that unmasked pureblood Sith Warrior screaming, a sound that got further away by the milisecond. 

Satele simply began to walk, her hands reaching towards the lone masked Sith Warrior still on the field attacking Brye. When she felt him, she grabbed and pulled--HARD. The masked Sith Warrior never had time to get back to his feet before a single blue light blade of Satele's double-bladed lightsaber activated, removing the remaining masked Sith Warrior's head from his body in a single, decisive, strike.

The blade de-activated just as fast, and Satele was quickly over Brye to offer the girl a hand. "Come on. The bloody fight attracted predators, now it's time for us to get out of here. I'll send my bike back to the ship, hopefully it'll make it. I'm putting Grim in one of their two-seaters, we have to get him back to his village."

All of it said ignoring what just happened, and more importantly, how it happened.