Kincaid stalked quickly across the desert, only pausing occasionally to look at a holographic map displayed from his wrist communicator. The blinding rays of the morning sun made each drudging step a chore, but he pushed on heedless of the heat. It was his own fault for being caught up in the machinations of a mere neophyte. Fortunately, given the wounds the girl had endured, she could not have made it very far in the few minutes she had to flee. Still, Kincaid realized searching this stretch of the Desolation was a fool's task, which was why he had pulled up a holographic map of the terrain.
The map indicated that the desert sands were hiding a cavern that was situated not far from where he had met the Arconan girl in battle. Considering how much time she had spent trying to run and avoid their fight, Kincaid believed that the girl had probably stumbled across the mouth of the cavern, and decided to hole up to try to hide from him. She was likely trying to bide her time until Arconan reinforcements could show up and pull her off the planet and out of the tournament. Fortunately, Kincaid was still able to sense the recent minute details made by the girl's passing. He was on the right track.
Finally, Kincaid located the mouth of the cavern and entered. Moving slowly into the darkness, he allowed his eyes adjust to the darkness. He couldn't see anything physically, but Kincaid was wary about walking into another trap and quickly reached out with his senses. Immediately, he could sense the Arconan and the hasty illusion she had erected to remain hidden and a handful of faint, inactive minds probably belonging to mynocks. Locking in on her location, Kincaid turned and dropped a hand to his lightsaber.
"It's time to end this," he said to himself, as much as to his opponent. The darkness around the girl flickered for a moment, then shattered completely revealing the bruised and bloody form of the Arconan, barely holding herself together. Kincaid smiled wryly. "At least you've chosen a fitting place for it to end." He gestured around the cavern. "You're already underground."
She didn't bother responding. Instead, she raised one hand to chest height and glared at Kincaid. He noticed the glint of metal in her hand.
"Really? I won't fall for the same trick twice."
The girl tossed the grenade. Kincaid raised his left hand in front of him and released a powerful wave of force to intercept the glop grenade and return it to its sender. As the wave of pressure and the weapon collided, the grenade suddenly intoned a soft series of beeps. Thunder and lightning exploded in the confines of the cavern.
Kincaid cursed, and turned away from the source of the blast. But the damage was already done. The flash of light had all but blinded him, and deafened by a shrill ringing. Annoyed, he gritted his teeth and focused his will inwards. He wasn't about to let the girl escape again. This battle was already a waste of his time and his patience was wearing thin. He needed to end it so that he could move on.
The burning in his eyes faded first, then the ringing in his ears. Kincaid focused on pushing his body to quickly overcome the superficial damage. Sheer will deadened his nerves to the damage and forced his eyes to constrict against the oversaturation of light. As he mentally battled the effects of the explosive, he felt a tremor of pain in the Force and realized the girl had suffered the effects of her own weapon. She probably hadn't expected the grenade to detonate early after being hit with a blast of telekinesis.
But he couldn't concentrate on the girl for long. The life forms Kincaid had felt earlier had woken from their slumber, and they were definitely not mynocks. The unknown creatures were now rushing towards them at an alarming pace. The flashbang must have woken the denizens of the cavern and alerted them to the presence of the two Dark Jedi. The ground shook. Kincaid slitted his eyes and looked into the darkness, just barely able to see what was coming. A pack of desert-dwelling Wraids were hurtling towards them in a confused, panicked rage, bounding along on all fours.
The girl, still dazed by the effects of her grenade, couldn't react fast enough. The first Wraid came upon her and flung her aside viciously with one of his oversized forelegs sending her flying. She crashed into the cavern wall with bone-shattering force and fell limply to the ground. Since she didn’t appear to be moving, Kincaid turned towards the real threat.
Relying on instinct instead of vision, Kincaid activated his amber blade, locked it into place, and threw it in a spinning arc towards the nearest beasts. Shrieks of pain reverberated around the cavern as the lightsaber sliced through the midsection of two of the beasts in an instant. These were quickly joined by howls of anger, as the remaining Wraids became even more enraged.
Sensing a rush of movement, Kincaid leapt backwards to avoid a body slam. He quickly altered the path of his returning lightsaber to slam it into the chest of the beast that had just attacked him. Three down. Trusting his instincts, Kincaid switched into attack and leapt forward, calling his weapon to his hand in flight. He twirled his lightsaber in mid-air and slashed through the bulbous heads of the two remaining beasts.
Kincaid stood there, panting, as he took a moment to collect himself but the sound of quiet whimpering drew him back to awareness. He opened his eyes and turned to the girl. She was broken, lying in a battered heap as if she had been tossed aside like a box of rusted scrap. The impact from the Wraid throwing her into the wall had broken at least one of her legs, probably both, and her spine seemed to be misshapen. Kincaid guessed that she was probably crippled. He went to stand over her, the lightsaber in his hand humming threateningly.
"Why?" she asked. Despite the pain and the fear, both her face and voice remained impassive. Had she given in? "I surrendered... I didn’t want this! Why did it have to be like this?"
Kincaid stood there, staring down at her. The 'why' was obvious, at least to him. The girl’s death would enrage the Arconans. Their successive losses, the brutal assault on their Summit members, the damage to their vaunted pride… they were all small steps to push the Arconans into making mistakes. Their blind hatred would make them sloppy. They would be unable to stand the losses they had suffered at the hands of Taldryan in this tournament. And, their reckless rage would lead them to ruin. It had been seen. But…
"It's nothing personal," Kincaid explained. "You're just a means to an end."
Without giving her a chance to respond, Kincaid thrust his lightsaber down, impaling the girl through the chest. The job finished, he walked wearily out of the cavern. Under the blazing heat of the sun, he drew a communicator from his robes and activated it.