“Your mistake is in assuming that I’m a lady,” Prackx snorted.
The female steamed towards Bentre, determined to end the altercation quickly. The Sadowan backed away as fast as he could, debating if he were better off just to flee from the scene. As he began to increase the distance between himself and his furious opponent, however, he found himself unable to seriously entertain the idea of escaping. He readied his secondary lightsaber, knowing that his blaster would be useless against the onrushing Juggernaut.
Just let her tire herself out, Bentre thought to himself as he steeled himself for another round of duelling.
Prackx was in no mood for further delay. Her attacks were even harder than before, each one forcing the Sadowan into an increasingly defensive stance as he tried desperately to keep the onslaught at bay. Bentre continued to wait for his opponent’s attacks to weaken, ready to counter-attack at the first sign of fatigue.
“What are you waiting for?” Granta snarled as the Shadow continued to simply parry her strikes.
It had begun to dawn on Bentre that Prackx was not going to tire first. The blows from her lightsaber remained just as powerful as before, so the Corellian switched tack. As his opponent swung her weapon backwards to attempt another almighty attack, the Proconsul darted forwards, just about fast enough to nick Granta’s right thigh. The move did not appear to faze the Juggernaut, however, and she simply continued to attack, almost smashing Bentre’s blade clean from his hand.
This one could take on an AT-ST with her bare hands!
Prackx was beginning to become incredibly confident of her upcoming victory. She threw herself into each attack, grunting each time that her lightsaber met her enemy’s ever determined defence. A series of chained, aggressive slashes were met by a set of stubborn blocks, but Bentre was beginning to feel the strain of such a long duel. With a growl, the woman allowed the dark side to further boost her own strength, the sheer power of the blow knocking the Sadowan backwards. He rolled away just in time to avoid Granta’s crimson blade cleaving him in half, but the point was firmly made. Bentre was never going to win a straight fight.
“You should have stayed back. You’re not going to stop me from finding him,” the woman declared as she moved to re-engage Bentre.
“How do you know whoever you’re looking for is even still alive? Or that he’d want anything to do with you? Most of us don’t take too kindly to threats and force,” Bentre replied.
The comment seemed to irk Prackx greatly. Her answer came in the form of another ferocious series of strikes. The wound that Stahoes had inflicted was beginning to hurt enough to force the woman to adjust her stance, but she did her best to ignore it.
Taking a chance to step back between attacks, Bentre again veiled himself with the Force. As he did so, he tossed his lightsaber aside.
“There we go with being a coward again. Your wife must be so proud of you,” Prackx scoffed.
Slowly moving forwards, the Juggernaut focused on Bentre’s presence within the Force. As she reached his location, she prepared to finish her opponent with a single attack. As she swung forwards, she suddenly felt an extremely cold sensation burrowing its way into her waist. The Proconsul re-appeared into view, retracting a small metal blade back into a device attached to his wrist.
Prackx grimaced, clutching the wound.
Bentre had hidden himself yet again. He gingerly moved around the room, picking up his discarded lightsabers. Meanwhile the wounded Juggernaut remained in place, angrily looking around for any hint of her opponent. Eventually, she sensed him near one of the exits.
“Not even finishing the job? Pathetic,” Granta snapped.
Bentre, who was about to leave the area, turned around.
“Very well. I suppose I shouldn’t refuse a lady,” the Corellian quipped. He charged in, his hand reaching down to his blaster. Prackx, moving as fast as she could, waited for her opponent to reappear. As Bentre was about to fire, the woman swung an arm directly towards the blaster, knocking it clean from his hand. She followed up with a solid punch into Stahoes’ chest.
Bentre fell to the ground, severely winded by the attack. The Juggernaut grasped her fallen enemy by his throat, slowly squeezing her hand around his windpipe.
“I said I wasn’t a lady!” Prackx spat, moving to pin Bentre against the nearest wall. The stab wound he had inflicted still hurt, but she was beginning to enjoy herself far too much. She crushed her other arm hard into the Proconsul’s upper body, preventing him from moving his arms. In spite of this, Bentre still struggled, increasingly desperate as he felt the last of the air in his lungs dissipate.
As he slipped out of consciousness, Bentre Stahoes heard Granta Prackx’s voice one final time.
“Now, you slimy slugs. I’m looking for a man named Andrelious....”
Positive Takeaways
Granta’s coarse personality really comes through in her comment about Twi’leks. Nice work in coming up with a creative reason for combat between the two characters.
Can Be Improved
This is repetitive. The first sentence could have been cut completely.