Sir!" shouted a disgruntled bartender, "Enough, who's gonna pay for this mess?!"
"Well, my good sir, that gentleman there would be glad to pay!" Gui laughed, wiping crimson liquid from his lip. "He's definitely gonna pay," His eyes evolved into a focused gaze as he called his Lightsaber to his waiting palm. It rattled against the floor before taking flight and screamed to life as the Kiffar gripped it.
Trenkyp pushed himself up and shook the haze from his head. He was caught off guard, that much was for certain, but he was still very much a participant in the scuffle. The Kel Dor matched Gui as Demonology and Sorcery were brought back into the fray. Just in time to catch Gui's overhead strike.
The pops and crackling energy were vibrant and fierce as the two beings leaned into one another; Trenkyp, letting slip Demonology caused Gui to lose his leverage which forced him to take a step forward. As he did, the secondary blade of the Kel Dor rolled into Gui's upper thigh causing him to yelp in pain.
The slight smell of burning flesh tickled the noses of the Patrons as they roared with excitement, encircling the duo, flocking like vultures to a rotting cadaver.
Gui stumbled back, tucking his blade behind his dominant arm in a defensive posture, licking his wounds with the Force. It wasn't enough, he was only able to deaden the pain as he allowed the current to wash over him. It comforted him but still left him slightly disadvantaged, at least physically.
The Kel Dor was skilled with a Lightsaber, perhaps more so than Gui, but the wily Kid was smart, smarter than he got credit for. As the Kel Dor charged, no doubt feeling like he had the upper-hand, considering he did, both blades rained down. Gui, seeing the move before it was even executed was already fixing his grip and rotating his blade to block. Catching one blade and then redirecting to block the other, he flicked his wrist and twirled the off-hand saber of his opponent until it was relinquished from Trenkyp's grip.
"Gah," spat the Kel Dor in the moment. His guttural disapproving response was followed by a battery of strikes as his secondary hilt rolled across the floor.
"This is gonna suck" thought Gui as he stiffened his chest to absorb the front kick thrown by Trenkyp. As the boot connected, Gui, utilizing his brain, hammed it up a little bit and stumbled back against the bar.
"You're strong," Gui added, looking to the left, reaching out to Barry with the Force. "I don't know if I can take much more."
"Do you give up?" The Kel Dor Jedi sensed victory. All the while, Gui was focussing on the metallic processor of his tiny friend, taking control of its rigid limbs, his eyelids sliding shut in concentration.
"Do you concede?" The Kel Dor asked again while taking a step forward, blind to the fact that Barry was bending over to pick up his grounded Lightsaber. "I don't have time for this."
"No, this isn't over." Gui grinned as Trenkyp's own Lightsaber hissed to life, causing him to spin around to face the new threat.
"Drop that, droid!"
Gui loved it when a plan came together, as he saw the Kel Dor's attention shift, he bound forward and reached out. His left arm slid around Trenkyp's throat and his fingers locked onto the forearm of his right. Like entangling vines, he hooked his legs around the Kel Dor's and flexed his arms.
Trenkyp's arms shot up and he dropped his saber as he felt the constriction on his wind-pipe, with each exhale, Gui squeezed tighter.
The duelist dropped to one knee, then to two, clawing at Gui's arms. The hold was locked in tight and there was little the Kel Dor could do but labor for breath.
"Are you done?" It was Gui's turn to ask but he got a resounding "No!" in response.
"Very well," Gui replied, ripping Trenkyp's mask from his face "How bout now," Gui barked.
"Yes, yes!" Trenkyp panicked, choking on the air he was forced to take in, "You win!"
"I thought so," Gui sneered, letting go of the opposing Jedi. "Don't go dying on me" Gui laughed, tossing the mask down to the gasping alien.
"Come on Barry, I'm not cleaning this up."
"Hey, where are you going?" The Bartender was not amused.
Your descriptions of the character actions are strong and convey a clear picture to the reader of what is happening, which when describing melee combat is no small feat! Also, I liked your setup for why two Jedi would be fighting.
Can Be Improved
I know keeping track of members and characters clan affiliation can be a bit much at times but Gui’s loadout says Clan Odan-Urr so this is a minor realism detractor (for contradicting the loadout). Just remember, the loadout is what controls in a given match.