The Jedi far below deflects the blasts. Just. He looks up towards the Chosen One, shouting to him.

"I'll deal with these!"

His call echo's around the cavern, and he runs off after them, before disappearing.

The Chosen One turns his attention back to me. I creep further into a cave. I meet a dead end.

He enters the cave, blade humming gently, unlike its master, tense, waiting. He comes closer.

Then I fly over him, my own emerald blade emerging. He is trapped.

Bewildered, he turns, watching me.

"Ahsoka..."

His voice is sad, regretful. I smile, spinning the hilt around in my hand. He has no chance.

I walk towards him, blade held upright, ready to kill. Still, he does not fight. Determination shows on his face, but he makes no move to attack me.

It is too easy.

Leaping forward, my blade collides with his, a shower of sparks raining down around us. He pulls back, moving his blade into a defensive position. Using the force, I attempt to push him away, weaken him.

He ducks.

A scream of rage escapes me, I run at him, blade flying in anger. I slash at him, with each miss more anger appears, until my aims are clumsy, pointless.

I pause, panting. Glaring. He winces, stepping back, afraid.

I run again.

I still miss.

Something warm flys past me, aimed at the Chosen One. I turn, looking into the eye of the female bounty hunter.

She falters.

Her eyes meet mine, a frown deepening on her face.

"I had instructions to kill him," she mutters, confused.

My eyes flicker towards her belt. A hilt.

My hilt.

I scream, lunging at her.

"No!"

Two voices scream out to me. I ignore them. They will die.

A green blade suddenly plunges through her, and only a strangled gasp escapes as she sinks to the floor.

"A trap..." her eyes meet the Jedis' and he looks down at her, realisation creeping on his face.

Then the light fade from her eyes, staring, but not seeing. She has gone.

"Nooooo!"

Her friend stands before me, anger, denial, frustration.

He shoots at me, but I deflect them easily, now with two blades. He shall not survive. I deflect his shots back at him, but they miss, hitting the rock around us.

A stone falls. A crack appears. Gravel rains down. Everyone runs.

The bounty hunter is too slow. Seconds later, he is buried deep within the rock.

We stand, watching each other.

Then the Son appears, followed by the other Jedi.

There is a stone dagger in his hand.

The dagger of Mortis.

I lunge after it, missing. He twists away from me.

It swings through the air, to far away for me to catch it. The chosen one grabs it.

"You cannot kill me. So you may have the dagger. It is the only thing that could. But, you cannot get near enough to me. Join me, I will spare your friends lives. Refuse, and they both die," The son's voice rings out.

I pause, watching, smiling.

The son moves to stand between us, a cruel smile on his face.

"Now, the Chosen One must decide his fate,"

A powerful grip, surrounds my throat. The smile slips from my face, realization dawning.

Painfully, but slowly, the grip tightens, and I claw wildly.

A strangled gasp escapes my mouth.

Two silver hilts drop to the floor, rolling away.

Black dots scatter my vision.

I cry out in protest.

Thrashing. Tearing. Struggling.

I see nothing.

My lungs beg for mercy.

Then everything is slipping away.

A sensation of falling.

Falling.

Falling.

Then, nothing.