The Rebel Faction

Kenshin's brow furrowed at the voice. It was the voice of Han Skywalker, a former respected Jedi Knight. A now fallen Jedi Knight. The boy's face became stone. This would be dangerous.

The padawan gazed calmly at the auburn lightsaber of the Sith. There would most definitely be a duel. He silently reached for the lightsaber at his side and held the bronze cylinder in his right hand.

"I'm afraid the Jedi Code forbids me to attack first, but I do thank you for the gracious chance."

Kenshin instantly rolled backward then, using the Force, charged, his pale blue blade igniting as he moved foward. His horizontal blade quickly blocked upward, guiding the auburn one up over his head. Using Han's blade as a rail, Kenshin's lightsaber slid quickly downward toward the Sith's hands in an attempt to disarm him.

Kenshin grunted at the blows and quickly backflipped away. Breathing hard, he relaxed as he let the Force loosen the pain and feed him strength.

This was dangerous. He was playing with his life here. Kenshin's mind ran through all his skills. The Aiki empowerment! But using it would most likely mean him being outcasted by the Order. No, he wouldn't use it unless it was his last resort.

Kenshin took up a side stance with his lightsaber blade vertical infront of his chest. The pain in his chest reduced to a low throb, the padawan gathered the Force for the next attack.

Kenshin leaped aside from the boulder and the slash. He aimed a Force Push at Han's head and pushed him into the path of the boulder. He slashed at the Sith's neck.

Kenshin rolled backwards and flipped to his feet.

"I've gotten more than my share. Here, have some."

The padawan levitated a pile of stones and sent them whizzing at Han.