Pablo: - Roy! Stop! -

The padawan charged head-on into the cybor, swinging his blue lightsaber with exceptional strength. Now that he was in front of him, and his bionic eye had marked his target, he would not lose sight of him again.

The young man adopted a low stance, contrasting the overwhelming height of the four-armed cyborg, ready to launch a circular upward attack. Grievous saw him as the pathetic creature he was in his eyes, a child with a grown-up air, or who had been a victim of fear like the previous one, and was now acting as a victim of his most basic survival instincts.

Grievous's four lightsabers were raised, ready to descend at full speed, turning that pretentious young man into strips of minced meat. A child would never be able to match the strength of the most powerful cyborg in the galaxy. Roy's face showed fury and determination, as his body became closer and closer to his opponents' reach. Grievous laughed satisfied at his apparent victory, and at the new victim for his story.

Then the sabers clashed. The general's four lightsabers descended with overwhelming force and speed, while Roy's blue saber rose from below, intercepting all four at once. The first impact shook both opponents equally, as their mechanical bodies tensed with every kinetic fiber within them. Roy screamed at the top of his lungs, letting out the fury that his human side was still capable of feeling. The roar of a man ready to give everything. Not the unbridled scream of a booger.

Grievous's eyes widened as he could feel his four arms recoil after the impact. Impossible. A brat had enough strength to not only resist his four arms at the same time, but was also able to push him back. That was unheard of. Impossible.

Faced with the threat of being in an unbalanced pose, Grieovos took a petite leap, moving as far away from the Padawan as possible while regaining his posture. Ideal moment where Roy took the opportunity to reach Master Iasiah's saber, which the separatist cyborg had fallen to his feet after having murdered his master.

Now, Roy was adopting a very aggressive stance, something that did not go unnoticed by the older members of the group. An extremely tempting position for someone who could fall to the dark side, but who remained firm of his own will. A guard of Vaapad himself using two lightsabers. However, this was not the time for that kind of worry, as Roy launched himself at the enemy cyborg immediately, afraid of losing sight of it and having it attack them by surprise once again.

Lazy: - Pádawan! Wait! -

Vollvif: - Shit! Roy! Come back! -

Nunes: - Let's help him! -

The teachers rushed forward, afraid that the Padawan's attitude would be his own grave, but Roy did not plan to die today. Not there. And his fierceness in combat was clearly reflected in his powerful blows and extremely precise movements... As if he were a... machine.

Grievous was no rookie. He would not let the remaining Jedi surround him, and this Padawan's sudden intervention forced him to take a different strategy in his hunt. Somehow, that young man could feel his rhythm, even when he tried to return to the darkness to attack him by surprise. But his opponent simply wouldn't let him out of his sight. Did that cybernetic eye on his face have something to do with it. For Griervous the answer was quite clear. This young man...hid much more than what appeared to the naked eye. 

However, there is no worse mistake for a hunter than losing his prey, something Grievous would experience when the roar of a Wookiee quickly caught his attention. Turning his head, he could see Master Wamban charging at him with all her strength, ready to brandish that heavy double lightsaber she carried.

Grievous did not hesitate in his movements, and his two left hands stopped the Wookiee's attack, slowing his body before the overwhelming force of the cyborg, at the same time, the other two sabers in his book hands found a deadly opening in the fur of the cyborg. the Jedi, creating two deadly wounds on her stomach and her heart.

Voolvif: - ¡Noooooooo! -

The shitavaven's cry of pain left everyone in shock, as they watched the strongest of them all fall before the cyborg's cruelty. Grievous looked at the face of his prey, admiring with a macabre smile the desperation on his victim's face. Enjoying the moment.

However, Roy's angry scream brought him out of his thoughts, as he lunged with even greater fury than before. Grievous tried to stop his lightsabers in time, but this time, the Padawan would find the long-awaited opening, managing to amputate one of the Separatist general's hands in the process.

Grievous roared in pain, and his passion for killing Jedi was soon supplanted by an uncontrollable rage. Roy was not even able to touch the ground, when the cyborg's right leg grabbed him by the chest, burying several of his sharp claws in the young man's metallic chest and arm, seconds before throwing him against the ground, using all his strength. and his own weight to crush the Padawan's ribcage.

Roy felt the overwhelming force press against his body, and the floor beneath his back shattered at the brutality with which his body shook against the tiles. If it had been any living being, surely its bone ribs would have shattered and it would have died instantly, but the Padawan's cybernetic body was able to resist enough to at least not deform after the first impact. But the force compressing his body continued to press on his chest plates.

Pablo: - Roy! -

Alferra: - I'll take care of it! -

You know: - You pigs! -

Nunes: - No! Wait! -

But the Jedis did not listen, determined to save the young Padawan, the Trandochan and the dark-skinned Neutolan attacked the cyborg again, with their sabers ready to make them to pieces, now that their angry gaze fell on the brat they had cut. one of his hands. However, no one was ready for what was going to happen.

It was a blink. A thousandth of a second. Something imperceptible to the eye. A dance of lightsabers, which only the most attentive eyes were able to see accurately. Moments before, the bodies of teachers Alderra and Tead fell lifelessly to the ground.

What had happened? As? The questions terrified the Jedi more than they already were, as they noticed the murderous look on General Grievous's face. A look, which had supplanted his happier face. The one who enjoyed ending his sworn enemies in the bloodiest ways. However, that being that was playing with its prey had vanished, full of rage after the loss of one of its limbs. Now... General Grievous was serious. 

Roy complained of pain once again, as the cyborg's grip on his chest tightened, and began to drill some circuits that caused uncontrolled electrical discharges within his biomechanical body. Grievous lifted him up, ready to attack the ground with all his strength, sure that he would be able to smash it to pieces under his feet. And Roy knew it... but he was unable to free himself from its deadly grip.

Nunes: - Now! -

Isolated in their anger, neither Roy nor Grievous watched as the five remaining masters lined up, and with a combined push of force, threw the Separatist general back into the darkness where he belonged, as Roy fell to the ground, spinning uncontrollably until it becomes inert.

Pablo: - Roy! -

The masters approached, and while Pablo and Huulik checked their wounds, the rest made an improvised perimeter in case Grievous attacked them again. What they did not know was that such a push threw the general against the wall, and his body stuck on the stone would take a few seconds to recover.

Pablo: - Roy. Are you OK?

Roy: That.... I think so... I think I can't move my left leg.

Huulik: He's losing a lot of blood... No... This is... Oil? - He commented surprised, now that he saw the transparent liquid emerging from inside the Padawan.

Pablo: - We have to get him out of here. We all have to go out. -

Voolvif: - But where is the exit? -

Eeakar: - Impossible to know. It's too dark. -

Nunes: - Then... we will have to create our own exit. -

No more words were needed to understand what he was referring to. The mission was aborted at all costs, and the top priority was survival. Run away from that thing at all costs. They had no chance, and they had understood it in the best possible way.

Eeakar and Huulik took Roy between their shoulders, and they all ran, in the opposite direction to where General Grievous had been catapulted, desperately running to reach one of the walls of the place, or with the help of the Force, a of the doors that had previously been sealed. But they wouldn't be so lucky.

Voolvif: - Damn! There is no way out! -

Nunes: - Pablo! -

Pablo: - Yes! -

The Ongree approached the structure, and did not hesitate to penetrate the hard concrete and metal with his lightsaber, trying to open a hole large enough for everyone to escape. Eakar and Huulik left the dying Roy leaning against the wall, and turned when they heard a choletic roar coming from within the darkness itself. Grievous had woken up, and sounded extremely angry.

Eakar: - ¡Apúrate! -

Pablo: - I do the best I can! -

Voolvif: - Shit! Here it comes! -

The shitavaven's enhanced sense of hearing allowed him to hear the frantic metallic sounds seconds before the metal monstrosity revealed itself to the lights emitted by the saber blades. Seconds before he pounced on Master Huulik, igniting three of his lightsabers in the air.

The Rodian did not have the strength to stop him, but at least he was able to save his life by interposing his own saber in the path, but such force threw him against the wall, hitting his head and leaving him unconscious a couple of meters from where Master Pablo was. finishing cutting the hole behind the wall.

Masters Nunes, Eakar and Voolvif faced the cyborg, but now they had a completely defensive stance. Resisting as much as possible so that Master Pablo could finish his attack. But facing General Grievous at the height of his rage was not an easy task at all.

The cyborg used body modifications, so that its attacks were completely unexpected. His independent torso allowed him to rotate the parts of his body separately, making his hands spin around him like a deadly vortex, where the lightsabers rushed countless times against the poor defenses of his opponents.

His feet were also dangerous and unpredictable limbs, because when he changed his form of fighting, throwing his body against the ground, using his hands as legs and his feet as arms, he had a very different form of combat, which left the masters confused and resistant. barely.

Pablo: - It's ready! Come on! -

The Ongree's call was an iota of hope, when a huge fragment of concrete fell on the ground, revealing a maintenance conduit, which led to who knows where, but it was better than its current state. Thanks to the strength that Huulik was already recovering, carrying him and Roy would be extremely complex. Pablo placed Roy on his shoulders, ready to leave.

Pablo: - We must go! Now! -

Voolvif: - On the shoulder! -

Nunes: - No! Must! -

Voolvif: -Now! -

The command was abrupt, with the peculiar guttural speech of the shitavaven master, but it was an order that he did not intend to obey. Masters Nunes and Eakar turned and ran towards the gap, while the shitavaven launched itself against the cyborg to stop its advance and allow the rest to escape.

Pablo: - Vool...! -

Voolvif: - Go away! Now! -

Roy: - ¡No! -

Despite the padawan's plea, Pablo could only grit his teeth at the importance. He knew that they couldn't defeat that monster, and even fleeing seemed impossible. The least he could do was carry out his friend's will, turn around and flee as quickly as possible, closely followed by the masters Nune, Eeakar and Huulik.

Voolvif: - May the Force be with you... -

Grievous: - Stupid Jedi. Do you think you're going to get out of this alive? - But the shitavaven just let a smile escape on his face. 

Voolvif: - It seems that that is no longer an option.