The Rebel Faction

There were several things wrong with this situation...

First on Frakutsk's mind was the fact that a large and ugly person had just joined the fight on the sith's side. Second, was that the pacifist was being called quick to anger. Third was that the sith claimed never to have met Frakutsk, though Frakutsk was sure that he had been tramautized by the sith in that very cafe when he was a little kid. Last, and indeed least, was that Silus was charging viciously toward him, intent on killing him.

The first problem would simply have to be delt with... Hopefully, the large and ugly person was not a force-user, and woulden't pose too much of a problem.

The second problem was blatently result of the incompetent sith making incompetent accusations. Unlike Silus, Frakutsk was perfectly innocent, did not intend to kill his adversary, and was on the light side. About being quick to anger, well that was linked with the next problem.

The next, third, problem, was that this sith claimed to not know Frakutsk, though his demeanor and force aura were distinctively similar, if not the same as, the sith that Frakutsk had... met... in that very same place years ago. This would indubitably unravel itself eventually.

The fourth problem suddenly became much more prominent as Silus was about to get within light-saber-slashing range of Frakutsk.

Thinking quickly, Frakutsk force-jumped in the air, up and slightly forwards, out of the way of the Sith's angry attack, and then quickly did a back-flip, so that Silus's swinging light-saber swung beneath frakutsk, but also, and most prominently, for show.

I mean, come on, who wouldent be impressed by a gungan doing a black-flip?!

Indeed, Silus could only stare in awe at the backflipping Gungan. A hush fell over the crowd for a moment before they began shouting again. Clearly, a Gungan doing a back-flip was rarely seen in the galaxy. Still, life-changing event as this was, Silus couldn't let it distract him. So he rushed forward, preparing to attack, when he suddenly ran into the mustard still on the mat. His boots made a loud screech as he crashed into Frakutsk and both slid across the ring.

Getting to his feet, Silus made a slash at the Gungan. To his horror, with nothing. Sometime during the crash their lightsabers must have been knocked away, and he couldn't see where. Still, he wasn't going to let that stop him. Jumping in the air, he kicked Frakutsk with both feet, knocking the Jedi down. Pulling himself back up, Silus suddenly found himself jumping again to try and land a kick on the Jedi on the way down. Instead, Frakutsk easily rolled out of the way, making the Sith hit the ground rather hard to the cheers of the crowd.

Dolash's eyes came into focus as the scene played itself before him. In a sudden inspiration, brought on by the lightheadedness, Dolash suddenly realized what the situation was about to result in.

Dolash grabbed Fraktus by the neck, a startling thing to do, but just in time. A bolt of lightning arced from the furious Sith and grounded itself where Fraktusk had once stood. Silus looked more menacing then ever before, dark energy rolling off him in waves.

"It is time to withdraw!" Screamed Dolash, who - despite the protest and writhing of Fraktusk and the boos of the crowd - quickly put distance between him and Silus.

"What yousa DOING?!" Shouted Fraktusk as he tried to shake free from Dolash's grasp "We coulda-"

"Could have WHAT?" said Dolash, his face showing a mix of understanding and very swift thought "He's too powerful, Fraktusk, we can't just face him down. We need to retreat, this is not the time and place."

"But-"

"Vengeance and Anger are not our way" said Dolash "You know this most of all, we'll regroup for now, ok?"

Silus, for his part, didn't seem to want to chase them yet, and Dolash and Fraktusk quickly moved away.

"Vengeance and Anger are not our way" said Dolash "You know this most of all, we'll regroup for now, ok?"

That hurt. Frakutsk was quite intent on winning that game. In fact, Fraktusk did not come anywhere close to thinking of the duel as a matter of life or death... Merely a matter of light being better then dark. And the dark had just proven itself stronger, Frakutsk did not like that.

Frakutsk followed Dolash semi-conciously. The world seemed strangely ethereal after the reality of a place that had been teeming with the force.

Frakutsk picked up the force signature only a raging sith could create following not to far behind them... Frakutsk followed Dolash blindly, hoping desperatly that Dolash knew where he was going... because Fraktusk certainly didn't.

(OOC: Silus, if you don't want to continue, we can just wrap it up here. I mean, we fought, that's enough, right?)