Jensen’s gaze now squarely on Zeta pretty much told it all. He stood unmoving before the two sith before him.
He then raised both his arms in anticipation waiting for the oncoming attack.
“What’s the matter, what are you waiting for? Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a …simple padawan?”
He stood looking at the two closer now, Zeta obviously becoming impatient.
He then spoke again as he looked down at Amalia.
“Ah yes, you need us both alive, we are no good to you dead are we?”
He then looked back at Zeta, feeling better she was at the very least still alive.
He then frowned, and spoke slowly…
“....you were expecting someone else.”
Jensen smiled lightly, although he hadn’t had much to smile about today. But he knew it would get to Zeta.
“You’ve undoubtedly have become a victim of your own scheme it seems.”
Jensen paused as he spotted Kenshin, he nodded slowly in his direction. He then turned his attention back to Zeta and his apprentice -- obviously relieved of Kenshin’s presence at the moment.
“That’s the problem with you Sith…when you aren’t fighting amongst yourselves you are willfully attacking anything else that moves. And when a situation comes along that requires a little tact and patience.” He smiled “The hatred and anger you willfully court fails you time and time again. When will you Sith ever learn?”
He turned his attention to his apprentice.
“I wouldn’t be to keen to attack at the moment”
He looked back at Zeta and motioned to the Sith.
“If you do..." Jensen's eyes now squarly on Zeta
"You fail your master it seems.”
He looked back at the two Sith before him. His gaze this time very serious and he promised himself he wouldn’t leave Amalia’s side this time. He looked over at Kenshin as he sat down on the log.
It was now a waiting game to see just who made the first move…
